It really wasn't fair. Men had it far easier when it came to club wear, but then again Adrian didn't exactly care about fair. He was entirely comfortable in his black buttondown and jeans. He was also quite comfortable enjoying the view around him. Witches and muggles alike. He had been in the midst of keeping one eye on the tiny flatmate Rose that Astoria had brought along with them and the other on the cleavage of the brunette muggle woman that was stroking his forearm and batting an eyelash or two. He wasn't buying her a drink, no matter how many insinuations she made. Not tonight at least.
He was fairly certain if he got distracted and anything happened to Astoria he'd be lacking his balls in a matter of days.
He gave the girl a winning smile and brush off she didn't quite realize was a brush off until he was already back with the two women he'd come with. "What, some girl will never steal me away." Adrian replied quirking a grin at Astoria. He really had picked well. And he wasn't saying that just to be cocky. But maybe it had something to do with his fondness for legs. He'd always been a leg man. "And tequlia is always a good idea, especially if you'd rather not remember the evening." That was the only warning Adrian planned on giving. Adrian slid an arm around each of their waists (he was nothing if not giving) and directing them back to the bar.
A few hand gestures and a tip left later, Adrian had shots all around. "Who wants the demonstration?" After all you couldn't just take a tequila shot. It needed salt and licking and... exactly.