OLIVER
Part of him told him to stay indoors, to simply give himself some time alone, but other parts of him knew that wouldn't be healthy. That he'd fall into a despair of drinking and self-isolation. It wouldn't be healthy and Oliver knew how bad it could get. Now, he also knew drinking wasn't the solution. Drinking was not the reason he came to this place in particular, rather, it was the person there. He needed to check in on Sunjata, to see if he was okay seeing as Oliver hardly even got to see him after everything. Would he be mad about him running away? Probably, which is why Oliver planned on apologizing.
Walking into the VlamVloed, Oliver fully expected it to be fully empty, except he saw a familiar face. Melita. With her was Sunjata. With wide eyes, Oliver mad his way towards the side, quickly averting his eyes. The two were already seemingly talking so instead, he moved to sit at the end of the bar. It was too late to leave, seeing as he kind of slammed the door open, so he was left with taking a seat and acting like his sole reason for coming was a quick drink.
Looking at Oliver, it wouldn't be too hard to tell that he's had a rough night. The mud has been washed away and he has been healed, but that's the only thing going for him. His eyes have bags underneath them, his face is deathly pale, his hair is a flat mess. He looks as though he's put hardly any care into his appearance, wearing not a single bit of jewelry. As well, he looked sad, not a hint of a smile on his face. Even his outfit was pitiful, with him wearing whatever the hell he wouldn't feel hot in, the entire outfit clashing. He looked like a disaster and he felt like it.
Walking into the VlamVloed, Oliver fully expected it to be fully empty, except he saw a familiar face. Melita. With her was Sunjata. With wide eyes, Oliver mad his way towards the side, quickly averting his eyes. The two were already seemingly talking so instead, he moved to sit at the end of the bar. It was too late to leave, seeing as he kind of slammed the door open, so he was left with taking a seat and acting like his sole reason for coming was a quick drink.
Looking at Oliver, it wouldn't be too hard to tell that he's had a rough night. The mud has been washed away and he has been healed, but that's the only thing going for him. His eyes have bags underneath them, his face is deathly pale, his hair is a flat mess. He looks as though he's put hardly any care into his appearance, wearing not a single bit of jewelry. As well, he looked sad, not a hint of a smile on his face. Even his outfit was pitiful, with him wearing whatever the hell he wouldn't feel hot in, the entire outfit clashing. He looked like a disaster and he felt like it.
a disaster!
a massive mess
trying to not die
