STARTER FOR: @hallenkane LOCATION: Dunk Tank. SETTING: Summer Festival, Afternoon.
Hallen being located at the dunk tank was a recipe for disaster. For Oliver, that is. While he’d like to consider them friends at this point, there was still a lingering desire to mess with him whenever he could. Teasingly, of course, mainly because Oliver didn’t have a true malicious bone in his body.
There’s a long line for the tank which causes Oliver’s infamous dramatics to kick in. He spots Hallen in the distance, perched up on the little seat above the water inside the tank. The smile on Oliver’s face grows as he starts pushing past crowds of people. A few profanities are thrown his way but that much is expected. Once he reaches the front, he fishes into his pocket and plucks out his wallet, paying the teenager who’s watching over the tank. Nothing like a bribe to get the festivities started.
Oliver grabs a baseball, tossing it into the air once before catching it within his palm, “Hiiii, Hallen...” He says in sing-song fashion, lifting his free hand to wiggle his fingers and wave cheekily. “You’re makin’ this too easy, detective.”
