“Jesus Christ,” Lydia murmured, walking into the kitchen. “Did I walk into the wrong room?” She looked over at Adrian who was laid out on the counter, surrounded by champagne glasses and lying on a wine bottle. “I never would have thought you were a lush, Adrian,” she said, condescendingly, going for the fridge. She pulled out a soda. “You even managed to pour it all over you.” She leaned on the counter on the opposite wall, opening her soda, trying not to look him over too obviously. She hopped on the opposite counter, using the extra height to her advantage. Well, one man’s $600 bottle of booze poured down is another girl’s ogling session. "You look ridiculous, I hope you know that."