OLIVER
Her overdramatic reaction was almost enough to distract from the fact that she had said Blondie yet again. Damn. Talk about bad luck. "Don't worry, heard a new one was being built soon." There's a care free shrug of his shoulders. Oliver would've loved to get smashed in a bar, to collapse in a heap in a backroom where he wouldn't be in danger and nobody would bother him. This was obviously better than him doing this in his own room because at least there he had the potential of being around others.
The comment made was easily heard by Oliver, who frowned in return. Didn't he explain that he had no self pity? He literally didn't feel sorry for himself in the slightest. All he was trying to do was drink so he wouldn't be forced to constantly think about what he had done. Yes, he had fucked up, Oliver realized that: He didn't need to be constantly reminded.
She didn't seem ready to go, even after returning the bottle to him. Of course, she wasn't going to make it any easier for him to not think about the events that had just happened. Might as well be honest since she was going to keep judging him no matter what he said. "I used my magic....against someone who....is a friend of mine." It's hard for him to say those words, his voice cracking slightly. "I hurt him and I really, really messed up. I didn't want to ever use my magic to hurt others and I've barely even known about it, yet not even a month after I found out I hurt someone with it." There we go. With the admission done, Oliver moved to take a swig of the whiskey, now managing to drink it down without having a coughing fit.
The comment made was easily heard by Oliver, who frowned in return. Didn't he explain that he had no self pity? He literally didn't feel sorry for himself in the slightest. All he was trying to do was drink so he wouldn't be forced to constantly think about what he had done. Yes, he had fucked up, Oliver realized that: He didn't need to be constantly reminded.
She didn't seem ready to go, even after returning the bottle to him. Of course, she wasn't going to make it any easier for him to not think about the events that had just happened. Might as well be honest since she was going to keep judging him no matter what he said. "I used my magic....against someone who....is a friend of mine." It's hard for him to say those words, his voice cracking slightly. "I hurt him and I really, really messed up. I didn't want to ever use my magic to hurt others and I've barely even known about it, yet not even a month after I found out I hurt someone with it." There we go. With the admission done, Oliver moved to take a swig of the whiskey, now managing to drink it down without having a coughing fit.
a disaster!
a massive mess
trying to not die
