closed starter for @oliver-jameson // location: oliver’s house
Her foot tapped impatiently as she listened to the doorbell ring inside the house, waiting for the owner to invite her in, a bottle of tequila in hand. Normally, she would have just tried to pick the lock or climb through a window (she hated waiting), but figured it would be frowned upon (more than it was normally, anyway), considering she didn’t even know the man’s name.
Yes, they had gotten drunk together countless times over the years whenever she was in town. And yes, he did know hers. But for some reason, she had never thought to ask the one thing that strangers usually learned first about each other, and by now it seemed a bit too late. At least, she’d managed to piece together that it started with an O. Owen? Ophelia? Oepedius? A true mystery.
















