He hadn't been out for ages. It wasn't that he particularly disliked hitting the clubs, it just wasn't something that featured highly on his list of priorities. Going out for a while, say three to four hours, was a good time. Anything longer than that he started to get bored and stressed and just craved the peace and quiet of his own space. And sure it was nice to bag a pretty girl or guy for the evening, but he rarely stayed the night... and if he did, he was gone the next morning before they woke. But hooking up wasn't particularly the plan this evening. No, this evening it was about spending some time with one of the few people he regarded a friend... to celebrate.
He'd already had a couple of beers before heading out to the bar they'd arranged to meet at. Jude's alcohol tolerance was pretty high, so he was in a state of feeling good, worrying less about what the people around him thought of him, and looking forward to letting his hair down for the night. Figuratively. There wasn't a whole lot to let down, but tonight it was charmed into
bright purple streaks and styled into a faux hawk. He was presenting androgynous, which was fairly standard for his nights out, wearing
skinny jeans and an oversized sweater, high-top boots and an assortment of silver ear studs and cuffs. The baggy sweater, and the shirt beneath it, hid a chest binder that did away with any appearance of breasts. His face was free from makeup. He could potentially pass as a guy, especially given his body language.. albeit one with rather feminine features.
Outwardly, Jude was the picture of confidence. He flashed a smirk at anyone who made eyecontact, openly flirting with anyone he liked the look of and seeming to defiantly dare anyone who might take offense to his appearance to start something. Once at the bar, he ordered another beer, resting his back casually against the bar top as he surveyed the room, waiting for Rosaline. In some ways, he and Rose were chalk and cheese. But where it mattered they shared mutual interests, potions being the main one. That was what had initially sparked a relationship between the pair. Mutual respect and a working acquaintance which had, over the years, led into a tentative friendship. Jude did not make friends easily. And even her he kept at a distance. Even she knew nothing of the turmoil that raced through his head or his secret nights spent under the disguise of a polyjuice potion or similar. Occasionally he felt himself at the verge of telling her. But the fear of ridicule, of losing the one friend he actually had, of her
hurting him... it all kept his lips tightly sealed. To her, as with everyone he knew, he was Jules. A mask that became harder to put on day by day.
[[ooc: seeing as Rosaline and Jude are going to be at some bars and clubs, there's potential for anyone else to drop in if you like for fun, flirting, drunken fights... you name it. 
PM me and Lisa if interested or catch us on skype.]]
