He'd played the present part for the both of them, but Olive's absence was made all too obvious with every other look tossed in his direction. Some were looks of pity, others were confusion, while some looked in awe. Was it really so surprising that the dead girl's twin would show up after fifteen years? He'd lost most of the friendly faces he'd been entertaining for the night, but hazel hues scanned for any kind of reprieve until his once very dry shirt was sticking to him. Two drinks in one night was more than he'd ever had spilled on him. For a bartender, that seemed to say a lot. "Not sure how much good that'll do. Red wine stains are the hardest to get out." He rarely kept bottles stocked at the bar, but there were a few women who preferred to sip on them over his liquor collection. Thankfully, he'd had a few drinks to ease the frustration that would have easily consumed him had it been any earlier in the night. "Never really liked this shirt anyway." He'd only just pulled the tags off before he came in, but it was simple by comparison to the worn out band shirts he normally sported.
"Do not underestimate what a woman with a mission can do," she stated, matter-of-factly. If there was one thing that she was good at, it was performing miracles when there wasn't one to be had. She didn't even register that it was Theo that she had spilled the drink on; her initial instincts to clean up overpowering who exactly it was that she had spilt the drink on. He looked so much like Olive that it actually shocked her even more so now than before. Those two were thick as thieves and the memories of her watching them came flooding back. But along with that, all the memories that she tried to forget came back as well. Her breath came out shaky after she took a minute before she grabbed his hand and headed to one of the empty bathrooms not before grabbing some salt packets and a club soda from behind the bar. "You may not like it but I'm not going to let it get ruined. Take it off."
