(http://i567.photobucket.com/albums/ss111/NicholasBenston/Adrian2.jpg)<br/><br/>Adrian Fenton was a well off man, twenty-seven, and already a Millionaire. He has made his way up quickly, in the ladder, and, despite his young age, he already was the C.E.O of a rather huge Bank. He was handsome, wealthy, influential and he probably knew quite a lot of important, influential people. He was rarely seen without some eye-candy on his arm, a Bentley in the parking lot and all those sinfully expensive designer clothes.<br/><br/>He came later, to Oliver's Party, he had a meeting to attend to, but, eventually he made it to the Bachelor of one of his best friends. It seemed like an eternity, since they met, and they have been good friends, ever since. And just the same would go for Donald. After he arrived, he spent a while in the company of a rather handsome young woman, probably a stripper or someone else he met on the party. He was attractive, go figure. He wouldn't ever stay alone for a very long time. And still, Adrian was single. Maybe it was his job, the lack of time. Who's to say. Or, maybe he hasn't found the right one, yet. Or maybe it had other reasons nobody was aware of. Maybe not even Adrian himself.<br/><br/>However, he enjoyed himself and just after Donald sat down next to Oliver, Adrian made his way down the stairs. God alone knows what he did, up there. He glanced after the bounding away stripper, and he even reached out to smack her backside lightly, which coaxed a grin and a yelp from the almost-nude young dancer. He took a sip from his sixth glass of Whiskey. Mind you, the man was not drunk, but..he was on a good way there, no doubt. His eyes were a touch glassy already, and his cheeks a tad bit flushed, from the heat, and the booze.<br/><br/><em>"Congratulations, old house.." </em>Adrian smirked.<em>"About time someone makes you a honorable man, yes?" </em>he said while he moved closer to the two men on the bed. There was this fleeting thought passing Adrian's mind, while he observed the two guys on the bed, but it was a thought Adrian usually pushed far away, as quickly as they came up. It was by far not the first time he had such thoughts. He always had them, since his College time in Yale.<br/><br/>Adrian nodded to Donald, with a broad, toothy grin.<em>"Hey you, been a while, yeah? You having a good time?"</em>he asked, casually so, while he parked his Armani-clad ass next to Oliver, on his free side. He grinned and nudged Oliver, before he draped his nicely toned arm around the man's shoulders.<em>"Lucky bastard."</em>