Adrian was well on his way to being fall-down, sloppy and miserably drunk. Spirit had taken a toll on him for the past few days but he was unwilling to cut himself off from it completely, too frightened of being unable to protect Sydney if he needed to. Maybe it would have been different before she told him that she'd been captured by the Alchemists before showing up at the Nexus but now? He was never cutting himself off from Spirit again, no matter how miserable it made him.

But sometimes he needed an escape and alcohol and cigarettes provided an easy one. He hadn't even bothered with drinking from a glass anymore and instead used compulsion to convince one of the bartenders to give him a full bottle of whiskey. No sense in dirtying things up just to get drunk.