from ollie. / open starter. / location: the drunk fish.
ollie had been hanging around for a while, being too loud and talking too much with his hands as he glides from table to table to talk to customers and friends alike. maybe he was here just a touch often for his own good. so of course it didn't take long for him to encounter someone that turned his smile into a frown. in a fast paced manor, he sought out solace in the crowd and settled on someone nearby, "i'm going to sit right here and pretend i've been talking to you the whole time." it was more often than he'd like that he ran into people he should most likely run from, but he's not known to back down and usually things turned out just fine. usually. taking a seat across from them in a somewhat clumsy manor, he sighs and leans back in an attempt to not look like he was keeping an eye out. "are you having a good night?"
the bar was never exactly her scene, but vivienne made a promise to herself that this year was the year she dedicates herself to branching out. she's accomplished a few things so far, though, hadn't exactly checked out drinking at a bar on the list. in the twenty minutes she's been there, she's managed to make small talk with an older lady and finished half of the pint of beer in front of her. things were going smoothly, until she's met by the sudden appearance of the person by her. β you didn't ... make anyone mad, right? β she senses that there was something going on, though, she didn't know what. β going good, i guess. it's my first time here, so i'm just uh, taking it all in. β she smiles. β what about you? got any pointers for a first-timer? β



















