Tracey might be Tracey and that meant not his typical leggy blonde or firm bodied shag. But that didn't mean he didn't typically enjoy her company. Today didn't fit into that 'typical' category but Adrian wasn't about to show anyone's arse the door. Unless you were a ministry employee and certain if you were the glasses wearing, hard-on for the ministry Weasley or the fucking saviour of the wizarding world. He'd show them a great deal more than a door in the face.
Tracey though was bearing alcohol and was a friend. When the knock came at the door he pushed up from his sofa and swept a hand through his hair, pushing the too-long locks back. He had a flannel shirt over his shoulders, unbuttoned and hanging loose. It was warm with the bottle of firewhiskey he'd finished that day. Or maybe that was just him. Either way he wasn't stopping now. He was still conscious. Opening the door, Adrian leaned against the jamb and gave a half-assed smile to the girl on the other side. "Thirty minutes or less- guess I should let you in short stuff." Original with the nicknames as always he stepped aside to let her in. That was as welcoming as he was getting in his current state.