#ft. bartholomew

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open to anyone // oakley&.

Oakley was waiting outside of the tavern, leaning against the wall looking for someone he recognized so he could have an excuse to not get a drink by himself. “It is so fancy seeing you here,” he called out pulling his friend or acquaintance-- to be completely honest at this point he wasn’t feeling picky due to his desperation. He ushered them inside with him clearing a spot for them at the bar where they would hopefully be planted all night. “What are you having? It’s on me today,” he asked them with a cheeky smile while he flagged down the brewmaster.

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@bcrthclcmew // oakley&.bartholomew

Still drunk from his wallowing early, Oakley had sobered up enough to get himself out of the center of the chaos. He knew that he had to find Mina, but seeing as he had never been in the court before and there were hundreds of people littered in the crowd the chances of finding her were slim to none. He was better off finding his way out only hoping that she had done the same. Oakley came upon a familiar face, the nobleman who decided to have a drink with him mere days before the wedding. “Bartholomew,” he called out reaching out to him. “I must say, it is good to find someone in the crowd. I am sure you must want to get out of here and you know what they say, two heads are better than one. I have been wandering around trying to get out before I get killed but I do not know where to go.”