Adrian rubbed over his eyebrows, and he grunted softly. Oh yes, the alcohol was slowly getting to him. It wasn't like the room was spinning, but he felt pleasantly buzzed and warm, but he nodded to what Oliver told him and Donald. He grunted softly, because parts of what Oliver said, were all too familiar for Adrian. Way too much and it made him uncomfortable for a brief moment. He had this as well, asked himself why it never worked out with the Ladies, even if Adrian knew it pretty damn well. He -knew- that he had a thing for other men, but he never admitted it to others, probably because he was afraid to loose his reputation.<br/><br/>"Dude, that's not good." he murmured and he rubbed Oliver's shoulder again. And he bobbed his head a couple of times, while he listened to Donald, telling Oliver to leave Sylvia, because it was not too late, yet. Adrian groaned softly, very likely because all the head bobbing made him feel even more dizzy for a moment. He glanced over to Donald. "Yeah, you're probably right, Don." Adrian nodded again before he eyes Oliver again. "Dude, Don's right. End it before it's too late and she'll have her claws in ya. A divorce can cost ya a damn fortune.."<br/><br/>Of course, somehow, Adrian wondered, why Oliver wasn't a happy man. Hell, he knew Sylvia. She was an indeed beautiful, sophisticated woman and most guys would kill, to have such a girl at their side, but, somehow, one of his best friends was all but happy, and he couldn't stop to ask himself why.<br/><br/>Adrian slumped back on the couch, his arm still casually draped over Oliver's shoulder. He eyed his friend a bit, with a furrowed brow, watching the man brood and think. "Really, Oliver. You have to do something before it's too late. And yeah, I'm probably talking shit, don't listen to me, I'm drunk.." he chuckled, and his tone was just slightly sarcastic. Adrian knew that he wasn't all sober anymore, and thus, he sounded only half serious.<br/><br/>And then he caught Donald's look, and he turned his head to glance over, just in time to get a glimpse of Donald's growing erection beneath the pants. Adrian blinked, but he couldn't really hide the soft grin on his lips. He didn't even notice that he was staring for a moment, rather blatantly so - but, yes, much like Donald and Oliver, Adrian was not sober anymore. He reached up to rub the bridge of his nose, grunting a soft<em>'Oww...fuck...'</em>before he raked his fingers through his hair, desperately trying to clear his rather clouded mind some. Probably, will less effect.<br/><br/>"I.....got no clue, man..." he finally managed to answer Donald's sympathetic look. And he finally managed to tear his gaze away from Donald's legs. Adiran groaned again he he lowered his head, dropping his forehead against Oliver's shoulder. "I got no clue. Tell her you're gay or something...." and yes, it was probably just babbling. Yep, must be.