The Shrine of Your Lies

[Julian Sinclair]

Looking over the dance floor, a small smile spread across Julian's face as he made his way towards the bar. His club had taken off much quicker than what he'd expected. Of course, it surely helped that he'd gotten a lot of good contacts through the people who worked for him, and he'd been good at spreading the word himself, but this wasn't exactly what he'd expected. Not that he was complaining, of course. That foolish, Julian Sinclair, was not. However, he figured it had a lot to do with the type of club and the fact that it was as new as it was. Just earlier today, they had to kick out a pair of underage boys. It wasn't all glory, sadly.

Running a hand through his hair, he nodded towards one of the customers sitting by the bar; the woman was a regular. Older lady, very nice too. She rarely ever left the bar, but she didn't cause a whole lot of trouble either. Offering her shoulder a quick pat, Julian's smile widened before he continued onward, offering anyone who looked at him a bright, but polite smile.

As he reached the entrance, he turned his head as one of the bouncers hurried past him, causing him to lift his arm and brush it against someone passing him by on the other end. Quickly, Julian swirled around and offered the young woman an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry about that one, miss," he offered her, his arms spreading slightly, as if to show that he meant her no harm. You never knew about people anymore. Some took more offense to these things than others. His head bowed slightly. "Must not have--" he stopped, his eyes studying the girl for a moment, before he smiled brightly. "You're a student at Bellefonte," he exclaimed. "I've seen you around in the hallways." Such a pretty face was hard to forget.

To offer the girl some space, and maybe avoid getting tackled, Julian did take a step back. He didn't want to overwhelm the girl or creep her out.

Tag: Selina Taylor

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina needed a steady job, one that she knew would be there for her if the other opportunity fell through, and so here she was. Dirty Little Secrets. She smiled as she entered the club, the atmosphere was comforting in its familiarity. She had only been in this specific club once before as she couldn’t typically afford to come here, but she had been to many clubs like it with her mother when she was younger. It was always during the daytime before it opened or when there were hardly any customers, but still, these types of places almost felt like a second home.


    Selina tensed slightly when a man brushed against her, but then nodded to him with a smile when he apologized, “It’s alright, don’t worry about it. I should have been more careful.” She didn’t care too much about accidents, just the purposeful touching without consent thing. When he recognized her from Bellefonte, her grin widened, “Yes, I recognize you. Though we’ve never really spoken. I’m Selina,” she introduced herself as she held out her hand to shake.


    His face was beautiful and she’d admired him from afar a few times… not that she’d ever admit it. It would be so nice if he had connections here and this place was ok with mutants working for them. She knew quite a few places in Kalispell that wouldn’t even consider hiring her if they knew she attended Bellefonte. Selina just hoped this would pan out. If she couldn’t get hired on as a dancer, she was always willing to be a bouncer or to help with security, but she’d wanted to try this first. “And I’m actually looking to apply for a job here, do you know who I might speak to?” she asked him.

[Julian Sinclair]

The girl was beautiful by her own merits. She had that classical latina look, and managed to look both cute and sassy all at once. She also seemed to have quite the personality, given the lack of social awkwardness you often found within people when meeting them for the first time. That was always a good way to start he supposed. Returning her grin, Julian chuckled softly. "That we haven't," he nodded and reached his own hand out to shake hers. "Julian Sinclair, it's a pleasure meeting you, Miss Selina." She was forward too; good. He liked people like that. They were so much easier to deal with. He never really knew how to handle the shy, awkward ones. Everything he did seemed to only fluster them further.

However, as she continued, Julian's brow quirking in an almost amused manner. "Is that so?" he asked, his hands dropping to his sides before finding their way into his pocket. "I do, actually. That would be me. I'm the owner." He smiled almost sheepishly at that. It seemed to surprise people that he was, especially given his age. Not many twenty-one year old's owned their own club, after all. Thankfully, Julian had built up his own capital over the years. Of course, with great help from his family.

Gesturing towards a staircase leading towards the upper floors, Julian pursed his lips, before his hand moved towards the bar. "Where would you be the most comfortable talking?" After all, he didn't want to put the girl on the spot by dragging her off to his office upstairs. He knew how it could end up looking, and he didn't wish to scare the girl off. If she was a lot more comfortable talking somewhere more public, he'd be happy to agree to her terms.

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina shook his offered hand and nodded, “Pleasure’s all mine,” she replied with a slightly suggestive grin. Selina had met many attractive men and so wasn’t often affected by them, but Julian was a particular brand of lovely and if she was smiling a bit more than usual… well so be it. She wasn’t swooning or making a fool of herself, so she indulged a bit of her rarer and more fanciful nature by letting herself be less hostile than normal.


    She almost immediately regretted her flirtatious behavior though when she found out that he owned the club. Selina didn’t allow her embarrassment to show however and instead straightened her posture and adopted a more business-like manner. She never mixed business and pleasure as it was unprofessional and usually just ended up as a mess to be regretted later. It always seemed to get particularly bad if that relationship involved the boss. “That’s certainly impressive,” she then complimented him with sincerity.


    Selina smiled warmly at him when he gestured to the bar, highly appreciative for his apparent consideration of her, “I’m applying for a dancing position, so whichever place would suit that best is fine with me.” The fact that he had been willing to interview her in public made her that much more comfortable with speaking to him in private if he desired it. Besides, he was young enough that she didn’t feel too much discomfort around him as it was mostly older men who put her on edge. However, if he wished for her to audition in public, she was ok with that too. She was just happy he had the time and was willing to her interview now.