closed starter for @pomeqraniqht
“Hey, Sofia!” Oliver slipped through the crowd with ease, his head bobbing above the crowd just a little bit. The benefits of having his height. Red solo cup in one hand, his free hand reached for her lower back, guiding her in the direction he’d already selected which was any way that didn’t lead towards a horde of his fraternity brothers. He’d invited her to the party, obviously, so he was going to be taking very seriously making the experience enjoyable for her. Which was why he was leading her towards a messy, scattered bar over in the corner of their living room. “I’m really glad you decided to come through. Promise I won’t let you regret it... which probably starts with a drink.” It wasn’t like they knew each other all that well and hell, Oliver wasn’t usually this friendly, but he’d been ‘socially lubed up’ by a couple of drinks and a need to make Sofia stick to him like glue tonight. He was sure plenty of his so-called friends would love to snatch her away just for the game of it, but he wasn’t willing to let the blonde end up getting hurt by one of them. For some reason, Oliver thought he could win the respect of the upper frat members and maybe get something more out of it too.
Usually she saw him in the early morning, functioning on lack of sleep, coffee and spite. He’d noticed her more than once, exchanged a few brief conversations with her about mundane things like the weather and the reading assignment they’d been given. It wasn’t until this week that he’d forced himself to not consider rejection and try to charm her instead. It didn’t help that him finally biting the bullet had been pushed on him via a bet, a tradition in order to join the fraternity: taking a girl’s virginity. He felt like a douchebag, but if he already liked the blonde, maybe he could minimize the harm. “What’s your drink of choice? I promise I won’t make you anything too heavy, unless that’s what you want?” He offered. “Plus, there’s always beer, but I think we all know it tastes like shit.”