Re: 9-10 ARRIVALS
So, Melly was having a party. Adrian didn't have anything else to do tonight, and so he figured he might as well at least drop in. It would at least get his mind off fucking Spinnet-- ha. He chuckled to himself at the unintentional, yet fitting, double entendre.
Raising his free hand, the other clutching a bottle of the finest amaretto that he could find, he knocked and waited (sort of) patiently for Mel to answer the door.