<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/392YqYU.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jules McCallistar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16050172#msg16050172)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Front hall>Inside Table<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Navy blazer, light-washed jeans, Rocky Mountain High t-shirt (https://www.crazydogtshirts.com/products/colorado-get-rocky-mountain-high-mens-tshirt?variant=14358909911085,)  worn brown Docs<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: None<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Inside Table Crew: Izzy, Donovan, Diane, Rosalie<br/><hr/><br/>Jules couldn’t help but smile at the way Rose winked at him, intimating that a shot would have been in the offing if the hand had worked out differently. He simply nodded at the suggestion and took another pull from the glass in his left hand.<strong>“Well, I’m sure your luck can’t hold up all night, Rose,”</strong>he responded.<br/><br/>He watched as Diane and Donovan started the procession back towards the kitchen. If Donovan wanted to take responsibility for the drinks, Jules wasn’t going to stop him. With Izzy’s stipulation that they’d be pulling from a mix of the dregs, Jules knew well enough to know that nothing good (or at least, nothing tasty) was going to be going on anyone’s skin here.<br/><br/>Rose stood to follow them and made sure to encourage Jules to come along. He didn’t need much coaxing to follow the group. While he might still feel a touch shy, Jules knew he was going to have to find ways to warm up soon enough if he wanted to make the most of the evening. “Well, I think it’s too early for me to take a shot, especially of whatever is coming out of those bottles,” he said as he stood to follow.<br/><br/>He kept his glass in his hand as he stepped a few feet behind Rose before peeking back at Izzy. Her phone had started to buzz, and she held up a finger indicating that she needed a minute before rising from her seat and starting down the back hall towards the bedrooms. Jules shrugged his shoulders, knowing that their host had a busy, hectic career, and figured she must be talking with her agent or publicist, or any number of the other folks who kept her career in the limelight.<br/><br/>Once in the kitchen, he set his half-full drink on the counter and leaned against the narrow end of it to take in the goings on. He smirked a little at Rose, whose question he’d left unanswered for the moment.<strong>“Alright, you got me. I’m not quite game for a shot yet, but, here,” </strong>he said as he slipped the navy blazer from his broad shoulders, further revealing how the t-shirt hugged his shoulders and chest.<strong> “I was getting a touch warm anyways,</strong>” he quipped.<strong>“Now, are you feeling chilly? You want to borrow it? I’m not inclined to add layers to anyone right now, so maybe I’ll just toss it over that stool over there.” <br/></strong>