Who: Adrian and Angelina What: Naked time at the Johnson-Pucey flat Where: The flat of doom When: Evening, January 15th Rating: Who the hell knows! Warnings: None as of yet. Status: Closed/Incomplete
If Adrian was a thinking man he would have potentially questioned the entire dialog that went on in the stupid bound journal he owned. He likely would have wondered what sort of trap he was exactly walking into. However, Adrian wasn't a thinking man. At least not when he didn't want to be which was the vast majority of the time. In the end though, Adrian viewed this as a win-win situation. Either there was a trap and he had a hell of a good time disentangling himself from whatever Johnson had set up for him or he he got naked time between the sheets with Legs. Either scenario suited him. The latter more of course but Adrian was entirely too proficient at self-amusement. Take that as you will.
He did shower in the Falcon's training room. Sweaty manliness was part two of their experiment. Part one, which was really the only part he expected to be accomplished if anything was well on it's way as he didn't bother with donning his shirt after changing. He shoved the few remaining pieces of clothing that he apparently had in a bag along with his journal and apparated to an alleyway a block from the flat. Well shite.. he hadn't exacttly thought that plan through thoroughly. No problem. So he walked shirtless in January for a block. He could handle it. Okay so it was bloody fucking freezing but he was a man about it. Mostly.
The door was thrown open with as much ceremony as Adrian could muster (he'd jogged the stairs in some attempt to get blood flowing through his body again). "Honey I'm home!" Adrian bellowed the greeting as he kicked the door close with his heel and unceremoniously dropped his bag in the entry. The trousers he wore were next. "The no pants rule is in effect." Those were kicked in the general direction of the living room. Now where was Angelina.