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Jules was notoriously horrible at anything videogames. The only exception to the rule was DDR. It was probably the only game he could prove a match to his friends, seeing how it actually required some level of physical activity. The rest of his time was spent using the pinball machines, which saw some of the lowest scores in human history, and on the original street fighter, at which Jules won 50/50 of the time by pure button mashing skill. But he had fun, and it allowed him to get rid of some of that pent up frustration he had. He'd rather take it out by some aikido practice... but this was a decent substitute. If the arcade made his friends feel better about their situations, he'd happily oblige going with them. 

Jules wasn't entirely sure how eager he was to prioritize his dry spell. A part of him didn't really feel like partying at all today. But if he did that, then what had been the point of arguing with Addy in the first place? He had done it so he could have fun again, not to destroy any semblance of it... even though the efforts had totally failed. No, he'd go to that party and have fun. He owed it to himself... and maybe even a little to Addy? He had probably hurt her quite a bit with what he said. So maybe he should just do as they had told eachother. She could do whatever she wanted, he could do whatever he wanted. At least that meant neither of them were hurting in vain. He wasn't sure if it made sense, but that's what he made of it. Still, Jules couldn't be bothered putting too much thought into his clothing. Knowing these kind of parties, most people would walk around half-naked anyway. He figured he would just keep the same clothes on, but leave his blouse unbuttoned to show his abdomen. His athletic body was one of his strongest features anyway. 

Jules smirked when the trio arrived at the party. Now this was what he was talking about! The pounding beat made Jules want to get moving as quickly as possible. When was the last time he got to let loose anyway? Far too long ago, that's for sure. As he was about to follow Jareth's example and head off, he could hear Hunter call his name. It wasn't often that he saw Hunter this hesitant. Then again, usually this was the time he drank himself silly. [color=00aeef]"Being drunk simply means not giving a shit about the stupid shit you do. Being sober just means you'll just have to do it consciously."[/color] He smirked at his friend [color=00aeef]"Get in there, be your silly self and make us jealous with a bombshell even better than the last one."[/color] 

With that, he saluted Hunter and headed off. He didn't want his friend to see that he was going to get a drink or two first himself. He didn't seek to enhance the good thoughts, he wanted to dampen the bad ones. Even if just for this party, he wanted to forget the thing with Addy had ever happened. As the alcohol kicked in, he could feel himself lighten up a bit. That was all he needed to jump into the crowd and dance to the beat. Jules wasn't an amazing dancer, but he concealed that with by simply moving smooth enough to justify the confident smile on his face, while showing off his best features. In the meantime, he scanned the crowd, looking for that one perfect catch. He wasn't about to let anyone else go home with the party's queen.