[i]Pop.[/i] James felt a sudden rush of air behind him, a voice he had been very familiar with speaking slowly. "Ey, Jmmy. You mind setting up for me? I got things to do." Julian had a hand pressed to his face, putting pressure against his right eye as if it could stave off the hangover, as for the rest of him... he was decisively nude. Standing behind Jim. In the public and open fair grounds. "Hey asshole, put some close on, there are fucking kids here!" A disgruntled voice yelled from a shorter man with glowing red skin from a mixture of anger and a bad sunburn, wearing a tucked in polo with khaki shorts and a fanny pack. "Oh yeah," Julian grunted, looking down to see his manhood on full display sailing at half mast, "Uh... For my next trick I... disappear or something." [i]Pop.[/i]

[i]Pop.[/i] "Back, love." Julian said, dropping back onto the bed he was formerly at. Time always got the best of him, being that he had the ability to be in any area of the world, so long as he had an idea of where he was going and where he was. His drinking habits tended to inhibit ability to jaunt, but he was usually reasonably accurate even when he was piss drunk and thankfully for the troupe, he never drank before performances. A hand draped over his shoulder, grabbing onto his olive tinted skin, bright red nails digging in enough to make her presence known, but never enough to break the skin. "You miss me?" Julian grinned, dropping back into her lap, his cheek slapping against thigh. She had been his favorite in France for awhile now. A sweet fiery red head who spoke softly and carried was pleasantly soft. Julian reached into the pocket of his abandonded blue jeans, fishing out a cigarette which his planted between his lips that formed a small frown. The hands with ruby red nails brought a lighter to the end of his cigarette, a quick burst of flame lighting it up. "You'll always be my favourite." He lied, closing his eyes and blowing a stream of smoke from nostrils. There was always another girl and besides, the best things in life were free. Lea, the ruby nailed vixen, was far from free.