Adam had been restless ever since arriving and he honestly wasn't sure how much of that was him and how much of it was Michael. He wasn't going to argue it, just try to settle down somehow, and exploring the hotel had pretty much come out the winner.
He'd had the same idea as Sam, grabbing a drink and then meandering into the billiards room. He could play, passably, but at the moment he was just sort of exploring the room.
And then he heard a voice, a familiar voice, and he spun around -- eyes flaring blue as he moved. It didn't surprise him, but he was cursing inwardly as he forced his way past Michael. "Fuck. Sorry, man." An awkward smile. "Hey, Sam."