Adrian was beyond livid as he barged into the manor, his mate, Desmond, following behind him. Both had attended a coven meeting earlier that evening, only for Adrian to be brutally embarassed by some low life who had the effrontery to question his choice of attire. Those old hags always believing they were right with their snobbish suits and slicked back hair. Adrian was just as comfortable with a graphic tee and cargo trousers. "I can't believe those fuckers. Always thinking they know better, can you believe the nerve of that bitch??" Adrian raged, flinging their bedroom door open.