[The barkeep obliges, and Phillip orders another of his own drink- even if he went along with the explanation easily, he still feels like he needs a bit more alcohol to properly deal with the situation at hand. Especially with Julian shooting him a look that is so very familiar to him.

He leans against the bar, looking over the other man.] Do you want to talk more about this place, or do you want to switch the topic? I completely understand wanting either. [One to understand what the fuck is happening, the other to pretend none of it exists long enough to maybe get a chance to process it.]