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Oliver leant against the wall off to the side of the bar, a drink in one hand and a girl standing next to him, not that he was taking any interest in the girl. It was the same one who had kicked him out a few mornings beforehand and he could tell she was doing her best to flirt with him, twirling her hair and smiling and touching him lightly, but while he remained polite as he spoke to her, it was clear to anyone who looked that he wasn’t interested. His eyes didn’t have their usual spark and he just looked bored, but that didn’t stop her. “So I was thinking.. after a few more drinks you should come over again..” she said, poking his chest lightly. Raising his brows, Oliver looked down at her and chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” he replied, zoning out as she started to protest..
