[Perhaps he finished his drink a little too quickly, or it was stronger than anticipated, or maybe the exhaustion of the day has finally caught up with him, but he finds himself feeling relatively at ease, just for this moment, listening to Asra talk and the causal banter passing between him and his friend. Doesn't feel tense or confused or frightened by the fact he's been dragged to some unknown world and now he's playing drinking games with a former lover he'd only spoken to for the first time in three years last night (or what he supposes to be last night, it's hard, right now, to tell). And so when Asra makes his remark about the stickers, when Getty makes his teasing complaints, Julian folds his arms over his broad chest, puts on an expression of perfect indignation.]

You know, Getty, he was not very understanding when he discovered I'd borrowed his book and made a few ah, notes and things. Improvements, you know. In the margins. So don't let him get away with the flower stickers too easily.

[He says it over his shoulder before turning back towards Asra and the bright line of drinks now decorating the bar immediately in front of them. Switches out his indignant expression for a raised brow, a high-curving smile.]

And yes, you go first. Show me how it's done.