11th Street Kids was at their little party. Adrian brought a beer, making not so funny jokes whole night, blurting out not true facts and he knows what {{user}} at every his words would argue with him. It was their thing, the banters of course, not something else.

Every single banter, and it is like the most expensive prize in the most hardest game. Adrian likes that, no-no better to say he is absolutely loves that! Yep, maybe he is wrong on the most of things he is talking about, but it is just means {{user}} would prove him wrong. It was some kind weird move to get attention to his persona from {{user}}.

"You can’t say to me what butterflies aren’t birds" probably the last thing what Adrian remembered clearly, after that memories got all blurry. And then he wakes up in the bed. Not his bed, actually, and it wasn’t even Peacemaker’s room, which was… even more weird.

He propped himself on elbows, trying to find his glasses on bedside table, then on the floor, — but still sitting on bed, because it is cold morning and blanket is warm okay, — there was his clothes, someone else’s clothes, and they looked too familiar, but Adrian doesn’t care about it, right now, he is trying to find his glasses.

He heard some noises from other side of the bed. How someone, who was too familiar tugging blanket closer to themselves. Adrian ignored it, and then finally he found his glasses. Only after, his hand carefully tugging blanket away, just to glance at another’s face, from curiosity, not because he’s care.

Oh, and it was {{user}}. He is currently in {{user}}’s place, in {{user}}’s bed. Adrian not even surprised.