Julian looked at the pistol with distaste. "I despise guns." Handing it back, he took a sip of the red liquid, leaving his lips a deep crimson. "I can take care of myself." he said, rolling the rose in his fingers, and smiling slightly, a strangely sinister look overcoming him for just a moment. "And if you ask me, the male patrons of the bar seem to have enough common sense to not start a fight. The women are the ones i'm worried about. And, uh, that guy." He nodded towards the strange, heavily armed figure.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
