[b]September 4th, 2015: 5:42 PM[/b]
	He had caught her flirty wink, and returned it with a slight, playful half-smirk of his own, not one for the more obvious senses of flirting, his technique tended to be limited, as he would never allow himself to approach someone else, and before introducing himself, he would have the bartender pour two shots of his favorite whiskey. If they could handle the drink, without choking or coughing, he would offer a smile, and his name. If they couldn't, he would give them a disappointed grunt, and turn back to his liquor. It wasn't often that the person in question would pass his test, as the brew was almost 150 proof, but if they did, the flat-mates would meet them in the morning. Most of them would be friendly, depending on the day, but Nicki always seemed to be the most critical of his one night stands. That, and he wasn't exactly know for being able to control how loud his partners tended to be, and Nicki Loved her beauty sleep.

	Taking a drag from his cigarette, he blew it out and scooched towards her on the couch, sneaking a look at her latest designs. He wasn't much for fashion, as his tastes were limited to "lumberjack" or "mountain man." But nonetheless, he always could appreciate an artist's work, and he loved to see hers, in progress or complete. His leg pressed intentionally against hers, prolonging the little game of teasing back and forth as he listened pseudo-intently to Taisto spew more dream-centric bullshit about flaming skies and the "black Queen," whom he was assured was nothing but a subconscious fetish for black women in power over him. Adrian was masculine in ever aspect of his life, he ate almost nothing but meat, an absolute top, and kept his thoughts to himself. He was stoic on a talkative day, and wasn't a fan of men who lacked in his sense of masculinity. Which was, albeitly, most modern men, so he learned to deal with them, but still often found himself annoyed when men would talk about their emotions or dreams.