Tales of people returning from the dead were prevalent, but at this point Oliver had yet to see one for himself. Ghosts haunted his dreams- thoughts of those who had died were vibrant. He hadn't been close to many, but there were a few that came to mind. Rexanna, mostly, but he wasn't sure if she had returned... or if this was true at all. For all he knew, it could be the return of a new Sickness. A Sickness that makes you see dead loved ones. It would be horrific and Oliver wants nothing to do with it.
Already he had a lot of hell to deal with and safe to say: he needed a break from all this. A break from planning his move and being a super-secret spy.
And that break resulted in him returning to the VlamVloed. Who was the bartender at this point? Oliver had no idea, but he was prepared to grab some alcohol for himself as he made his way up to the bar.
Ezra
Already he had a lot of hell to deal with and safe to say: he needed a break from all this. A break from planning his move and being a super-secret spy.
And that break resulted in him returning to the VlamVloed. Who was the bartender at this point? Oliver had no idea, but he was prepared to grab some alcohol for himself as he made his way up to the bar.
let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair
Oliver
