So he was actually doing his job. Of course as always his job typically consisted of picking fruit for himself and himself alone. Everyone once in a while he managed to pick extra. Really all he needed was enough extra money to support his growing drinking habit. A well earned drinking habit thanks to this island.
So it came as a bit of a shock when someone screamed his name. He was doing his job, why the fuck was someone screaming at him for fuck's sake. Adrian settled himself on a branch of the tree he was currently rooting through for fruit. He swung his feet over the edge and he looked down to see who it was...
Well it was about time she started screaming at him. His eyes narrowed slightly as he finally swung down from the branch and landed feet first in the sand. "Tell everyone what Angelina?" He advanced forward. "What are you going to tell the whole fucking island just because Oliver Wood got his fucking knickers in a bunch over something that is none of his fucking business."