Adrian wasn't planning on going out that evening, winning game or not. He wasn't really in the mood to deal with most people. He'd been irritated enough before fucking Kensi decided to stick her nose in, acting as though she knew the whole story. Didn't really matter, he supposed. He'd be the one in the wrong whether she knew the whole story or not. Merlin forbid you be offended when you have every right to be. Apparently you were to shut up and take it. He wouldn't take it from a fellow Quidditch player let alone from Emma Dobbs, or bloody Kensi.
Lia, however, was someone he never got tired of seeing. She didn't have her head so far up her own arse that she couldn't see the colour of the sky. Maybe the Sylytherin team was right. Stay away from bloody woman. They caused nothing but problems.
"Live music?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he slid into a seat at the bar as someone vacated. He was quite familiar with the Snitch and it wasn't often that you saw that on Saturday. "What's the occasion?"