Well, at least there was no fear of Veritas overflowing with roses. Julius did flowers well enough on his own, and worked hard enough to downplay his own violet tinged essence to overload his place of business with roses (overwhelming and overplayed as they were as far as flowers went). Frankly, if it weren't for the couples, one might not even know it was Valentine's Day once inside the restaurant anyway. Why mess with a good thing? The ambiance was a very delicate balance. He'd spent ages on it.
And by ages, he meant months, but still. Enough time that he wasn't about to bend to the whims of a few ill timed, mostly human holidays.
"That bad already?" Julius queried, an eyebrow raised along with the question, though he reached for a bottle from the top shelf anyway. "First one's on me then." He poured the drink seamlessly, sliding it across the bar to Eddie, and then poured a bourbon for himself, taking a break from the sweet/sour/bitter concoction he'd whipped up in honor of the day. "To be fair, it is sort of an anti-Valentine's special. I only decided to lean into it after some arm twisting." And it was pretty heavy on the bourbon.