Julius | Oliver 11:00 pm
There was something to be said for wearing one's wildness out in the open, a badge of honor, instead of pretending you would never while practicing all kinds of strange vices behind closed doors. Honestly, no one in the courts had room to judge, because often the more uptight the person, the more skeletons filled their closets. At least with Pixies, everything was out in the open. Hearts on sleeves, wildness on display. So long as it wasn't forced on him, he could handle it in small doses. Which was quite possibly why he gave the impression of being on the fence, which was not at all inaccurate.
Apparently he'd said something good? If he was judging by the look on Oliver's face. It wasn't a look he saw often, his sense of humor being mostly dry, biting and largely sarcastic. But here they were. It earned a raised eyebrow as the humorless bartender in front of him slapped a glass of whatever the rail whiskey was in front of him instead of responding to the original question. Ah, dive bars. He took a sip of something he was fairly certain could be used to tan hide in a pinch, but also managed to not be bad, shaking his head at Oliver's response. "If you say so. I supposed there are worse things." So many worse things. He should probably stop complaining before the 1980s made a fierce comeback.
"Painfully," Julius agreed. "But I expected as much. I had to last minute rearrange the schedule. Someone overstaffed us, like this was a normal Saturday." Tsk tsk.