Adrian just wants to finish his cash flow reports. (adpucey) wrote in allswell, @ 2011-06-11 22:07:00
Who: Adrian & Stew What: Adrian leaves Primpernelle's looking LITERALLY 10 years younger (and then some) and feels like showing off. When/Where: Saturday night, Temptation, Diagon Alley Rating: TBD
He'd been standing in front of the bathroom mirror for the past ten minutes, both hands on either side of the sink as he studied his new and improved reflection in the mirror. Still fair-skinned, but there was a touch of color to his cheeks that wasn't familiar to him. Probably from the heat of the bar, he reckoned. His eyes were fresh, bright. Not their usual dull, tired shade of blue. No wrinkles around the eyes either-- all smooth skin. Even the few gray strands of hair that had started to appear were missing. All in all, he'd have to say the potion, despite it's only temporary effects, was still a success. It hadn't just given him the look he was striving for, he even felt younger, full up pent-up energy and ready to unleash it. His only regret was that he hadn't thought about clothes. His own were now hanging awkwardly on his smaller frame (which could've been easily fixed, but he wasn't really up on altering charms for oversized clothes), but they'd have to do. Then again, if this went according to plan, he wouldn't be wearing them for the rest of the night anyway.
Of course, that part was entirely dependent upon Stew and his reaction to Adrian's little experiment. Asking him beforehand would've taken away the element of surprise, which was, unfortunately, Adrian's key goal to tonight. Among other things.
Even if it didn't go over well, it wasn't like the end to this little fling wasn't inevitable. If Stew was too weirded out and ended it there, then fine. Better to get it over with now then wait until he was -- Merlin forbid -- too attached to the other guy.
Suddenly the music was louder, the bass bouncing off the walls as someone new pushed the door open and slipped inside. He threw a glance over his shoulder, watched curiously as a couple ignored him and claimed one of the stalls as their own. He stood there, blinking in surprise, listening to the rustle of clothes before he finally took his cue and left. Really, some people had absolutely no sense of propriety..
But never mind them. Let them have their fun while he attempted to have his.
He made his way through the club, pleased that there was actually room at the bar. Sliding in next to an older man, his eyes traveled down the length of the bar top, then lit up as he watched the younger man serving at the other end. He wondered if he'd notice on his own or if he'd have to speak up, bring his attention to it. Not that it mattered; the man at his side had just called out to Stew and was now signaling him over. Now to wait and see.