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Raven Darkholme | Mystique ([personal profile] againsttheworld) wrote2014-06-02 03:34 pm
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[personal profile] magicink 2014-07-18 06:42 am (UTC)(link)

"Yikes," Julian says with a playful cringe. He didn't realize so many girls were into that nerd thing the guy had going for him. This might explain why his luck with them hasn't always been so good. At her question, he lifted his eyebrows. "Sure. I'm sure you are just as smart as he is," Julian answers with a warm smile. Honestly, he never believed half of what his customers told him, but he saw no reason to announce that.

"Awesome," Julian's smile widens. "I'm glad you like it." He pours the rest of the liquid from his shaker into a second glass and took a sip of it. Not bad, but next time maybe a splash of lime. He was always trying to improve his drinks. "What is your Ph.D. in?"

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[personal profile] magicink 2014-07-18 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)

"Oh shit.." Julian flinched in sympathy and looked over at the man. He laughs at her 'Ph.D'. "That really should give you college credits, shouldn't it? Nah, I think he'll be alright. Hey," he calls to one of the servers. He pushes a beer towards here. "Give it to that guy who just got slapped. He can drink or use it for the swelling."

Turning back his attention to the beautiful girl in front of him, Julian took another drink of his whiskey sour. "What's your name? I'm Julian."

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[personal profile] magicink 2014-07-28 05:47 am (UTC)(link)

She wasn't going to get judged from him in regards to not being in a Ph.D program. Julian didn't have any college credits under his belt nor had he ever tried. He'd learned a lot on his own since high school, but formal education was just not his thing. Plus, he didn't have the money or grades to get in. It was less of a hit to the ego to say he chose not to, of course.

Julian chuckles at her interaction with the fellow. "You're good to him." He could already get that sense about her. "Raven, that's a pretty name." With a quick smile, he adds, "Matches your lovely face."