OLIVER
Oh boy, here we go. Oliver really wasn't in the mood to be scolded, especially now. Yes, he knew he had fucked up. Yes, he also knew that he'd be terribly hungover in the morning, but at least then he'd be able to sleep tonight with very little worries. She didn't quite seem to understand where he was coming from. Then again, he hadn't told her anything, so maybe she was right to make assumptions.
All of it Oliver could agree with and understand her worries, well, everything but two of the choice things that she chose to bring up. Letting out a sigh, Oliver handed over the bottle he had been drinking from. She did say that she wanted to drink some, so sure, go ahead.
Then she just has to say it. The damn nickname. Sure, anyone could call him 'Blondie' but right after what happened with Amun? Fucking great. Just makes him feel even better.
"Listen...lets just slow down for a second." Maybe because Oliver wasn't sure how to bring up the two things he had a problem with. "For one, I'm pretty sure there was only one bar. It was burned down. There may be a secret one, but I don't know where it is." There's a shrug of his shoulders. He needed to focus on the other thing that he had a problem with. "There's no self-pity shit going on here. I have literally, no pity for myself. I am drinking because I'd rather be able to sleep tonight. I know what I did was wrong and I know that I royally fucked up. I just...I don't know. There's nothing I can really do to fix what I've done. I don't wanna lay in bed all night just thinking about what happened. I cant change it, no matter what I did."
All of it Oliver could agree with and understand her worries, well, everything but two of the choice things that she chose to bring up. Letting out a sigh, Oliver handed over the bottle he had been drinking from. She did say that she wanted to drink some, so sure, go ahead.
Then she just has to say it. The damn nickname. Sure, anyone could call him 'Blondie' but right after what happened with Amun? Fucking great. Just makes him feel even better.
"Listen...lets just slow down for a second." Maybe because Oliver wasn't sure how to bring up the two things he had a problem with. "For one, I'm pretty sure there was only one bar. It was burned down. There may be a secret one, but I don't know where it is." There's a shrug of his shoulders. He needed to focus on the other thing that he had a problem with. "There's no self-pity shit going on here. I have literally, no pity for myself. I am drinking because I'd rather be able to sleep tonight. I know what I did was wrong and I know that I royally fucked up. I just...I don't know. There's nothing I can really do to fix what I've done. I don't wanna lay in bed all night just thinking about what happened. I cant change it, no matter what I did."
a disaster!
a massive mess
trying to not die
