His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, his hand was idly hanging over the edge of the bed with the cellphone on it. That hadn't been too much of an interesting conversation, and Adrian was thinking twice about having to go pick her up, of course, not many people would be around after that party last night, and he didn't mind signing a few autographs if he had to.
He groaned and sat on the bed, looked at the ground and stared at it for a few seconds with his eyes shut, he stretched and got up slowly, good thing he'd only drank beer last night, a short trip to the toilet didn't seem like such a good idea today.
Adrian got up from the bed and looked down with his eyes shut once again, fuck that hurt. Then again, Seraph probably wasn't any better than him, probably even worse with the way she spoke. He could do with a good meal, a damn good meal. Vlag was the one for that, certainly, the man had been drinking enough vodka through his lifetime to know what was really good for hangovers, he couldn't deny that Russians could party harder than 80's rock stars.
He checked himself in the mirror, his hair looked just like yesterday, he hadn't shaven in a week and he wasn't exactly smelling of roses. Good enough for him. Hell, he hadn't cared long before they had hit it big.
Adrian rubbed his eyes and slowly made his way out of the room, he couldn't help but think that it would have been a far better party if he'd got laid, but he didn't remember much about last night.
Outside of the room, he caught sight of Charles and Jesse, he slowly approached them as they chatted, his mind wasn't working so well right now but hey, Seraph needed help, and nobody could afford to lose their lead guitarist. He preferred to make a quick job out of this, and he'd known her for long enough to know she probably wasn't in the mood to have a chat with them all, and hell, she trusted him more than the other guys, they spent a lot of time together creating the riffs.
“Hey guys, great show last night, right?” he asked, not really looking for an answer besides a reassuring yeah.
“I'm gonna go buy a pack of cigarettes, the store's not too far away.”
He hoped they'd buy it, but they wouldn't take it easy if he told them the truth. The place wasn't so far either, he could walk there, at least he remembered the way when they took the band bus. They let him go and he was on his road to the apartment the party had been held, wondering why the hell it hadn't been placed at the same hotel they were in.
He arrived at the adress, and called her up again, it took a while before she picked it up.
“Será, I'm in front of the building, where are you?” he asked, always pronouncing her name in spanish, she didn't seem to mind when he started doing that.