He was enjoying his sandwich thank you very fucking much. Adrian had spent the entire morning making up for his impromptu holiday to Spain, no wait excuse me, his illness but putting in extra hours on the pitch. So the extra large sandwich that his favorite barmaid had made up in the kitchen for him was exactly what he needed to fill his gut after burning everything he'd eaten in the last week off that morning.
His freshly showered hair was damp and that was his first indication that something was wrong. He felt his wet hair slap him in the face as his neck was jerked back, a bit of lettuce falling from his lips.
What. The. Fuck.
And before he could fully register what was even happening, he was being yanked into the loo, the door locked behind him. Not the first time he'd gone stumbling into a loo... But quite certainly the first time while entirely sober and with Oliver fucking Wood. His shoulder connected solidly with the wall and Adrian wiped at his jaw where the rest of his lettuce had taken up shop.
"The fuck I am Wood. You've gone fucking mental haven't you." He bristled and gave Oliver's chest a good shove.