Most nights Adrian would be more than willing to sit back and take in the obvious attention he was getting from the brunette at his side, but not tonight. His thoughts had already drifted to Emma and it certainly didn't help having a brunette of a lesser quality pressing herself against him. Her perfume was too strong and, while she was attractive, Adrian just wasn't in the mood. Grabbing the napkin for her, he handed it to her to shorten the amount of time she had to be in his presence. His lack of smile and cold air was enough for her to get the picture and she left giving him a dirty look.
He also really didn't want to think about Bell in any state of undress right now. So when talk switched to what they had planned for the evening he was more than a little relieved. His eyes moved to the redhead Clint was currently eyeing. Knowing Clint, Ade was sure this was the self-destructive path, but that was what he did. He'd spiral out of it eventually. "Just make sure she doesn't pass out on top of you," he responded, dryly. "Being smothered by a bit of fun isn't particularly a flattering way to go."
Marcus laughed, debating the pros and cons of Clint's choice. Don't get him wrong, he liked a good set of boobs as much as the next man, but they weren't what drew him. Everyone knew he was a leg man. It was the reason Bell was so irritating. "I could do with some dancers," he grinned, approval of the idea all over his face.