That's A Confirmed Kill

On Friday night, some of Julian's family friends were in the bar.

I'm not sure if I've told you about Julian. He's a food runner at work, going to start either on the floor or behind the bar soon. We all think he's gay/bi, or at least a little confused over his sexuality. Despite this, he maintains that he likes to throw only chicks against the fence. The evidence runs as follows:

1) He dresses a little more queer than your every day metro.
2) He owns and enjoys wearing a pair of ladies jeans. They apparently 'accentuate his hips and butt'.
3) He talks up his many alleged 'conquests' just a little bit too much.

A good bloke. Nice enough, and whilst his Mum's loaded (hence he runs in that kind of a crowd), he's not arrogant or pretentious. He's pretty smart too, does Law/Politics at UWA.

Anyway, his family friends were having a drink, so Andy decides to set the record straight:

'So, listen, all of us here think that Julian's a little... adventurous. You know, he... challenges traditonal sexual boundaries.'
'Well, I'm not sure what he regards himself as today, but he's defintely fooled around with guys in the past.'

Andy's eyes grow wide for a moment, and then, turning to Zach and me, throws his hands up in the air.

'HOH!! HOOOOOOOOH! WE HAVE CONFIRMATION! THAT'S A CONFIRMED KILL!!'

He promptly runs up to the kitchen to tell them the news.