If you should die before you wake...
Julien had been awake moments longer than he might have made out, watching and listening to those around him as they woke. Finally he sat up, snatching his tophat from the ground where it had rolled from his head. Part of the left side of his head was shaved short, the rest of his hair grown long and swept to the right. It was naturally black, but the length of it was dyed electric blue, only the roots and the shaved part jet black.
He was dressed, clearly, for clubbing, in a black jacket that seemed to be styled after a straight jacket, if somewhat stylised. It hugged his narrow waist and metal buckles on black strapping rattled as he moved. One leg of his straight-legged pants was black, an angled silver zipper on the thigh and another on the shin, plus a blue tartan pocket on the outside of the knee. The other leg was, conversely, blue tartan a black pocket, zippers mirrored on the thigh and shin. His boots were heavy, combat-style and decorated with rings and straps.
Settling his hat back on his head, his green, heavily kholed eyes took in those around him and one leg bent at the knee, his forearm draping over it. Long, beringed fingers dangled lazily, his body language unconcerned.
He couldn't remember taking anything. Hell, he hadn't taken anything for months. But this sure seemed like... Well, maybe it wasn't drug-induced. That wasn't beyond the realms of possibility either. And he had been pretty drunk. Clearly drunk enough to not have managed to get undressed. Or maybe he hadn't even made it home. Or maybe he hadn't even made it out of the club.
Everything was pretty vague... almost as vague as this... wherever they were.
"Got-any-coffee-Jemima," he drawled, British accent thick and appealing as his loosely-hanging hand indicated her. "From-the-Bible-Lilith," A wave towards her as well. "And Mostly-Call-Me-Irish... got it."
He could have gone some coffee himself, actually, he thought as he rolled to his feet, long legs splayed and hands on hips, his fingerless leather gloves creaking a little.
"I'm Julien." He tipped the tophat slightly, offering a smile. "Charmed, I'm sure."