Adrian would gladly take a kick to the shin for the look on her face when he called her that. Some things in life were just worth it. And this was one of them.
The flat was new to Adrian. He'd spent the first few months he'd been back in England living with the hateful glares of his mother while he got his hands on his portion on what was left of the family money, not that the family vault had anything left in it. But it was enough for him to make sure the creditors were paid off for his mother and enough for him to get the hell out of there as his pay slowly came in from the Falcons. Not what a starter made but it was enough. For now. And considering it was the only reason he was staying in the blasted country. The flat though worked, for all its undecorated glory.
"Four?" His eyebrow arched as he took the bottle and padded barefoot back to the sofa. "Planning on getting me drunk and taking advantage of me?" He retorted though his tone was much flatter than normal. "Have at it Tracey." He added patting the sofa next to her. "I'm shite company though for the record."