"As you wish," said Benjamin. "What about you?" he asked Adrian and Dillon. 

"No, I don't ha-" Dillon began before being interrupted by Adrian.

[i]"Get your armor. We still can't trust him,"[/i] Adrian thought to her.

"Do have something I need to get, actually," she quickly corrected before making her way toward the door.

[i]"Good job,"[/i] he thought and she responded by flashing a smile at him over her shoulder and continued toward the door.

"You're more than welcome to get my stuff," Adrian said to Benjamin as he made his way to another tray of drinks held by a waitress. 

He replaced his now empty champagne glass with another full one. 

As the night went on the students would eventually file out of the mansion, leaving only Lydia, Adrian, Willow, and Dillon. 

Adrian layed sprawled out ontop of the counter with champagne glasses all around him. "Damn. This bed feels like heaven," he said as he attempted to bring the glass of champagne to his lips, but missed and it spilled down his jet black shirt. " Ah, fuckin' shit on a stick."

"Uh, Adrian?" said Dillon. "Are you okay?"

"Hells to the yeahs," he responded with a smile.

"Are you drunk?" she asked as she got close to smell his breath.

"Of course not! Come 'ere, lay on this bed with me."

"Your slurred speech and the alcohol on your breath tells a different tale," she said before her face contorted in disgust. "And that's not a bed."

"It feels great though! Especially this pillow!" Adrian mumbled as he shifted the wine bottle supporting his head.

"A drunk Adrian. Just when you think you've seen it all..."