@pandemoliver sent ☄ to give a long hug.
Another night, another trip to the bar with Oliver. This had seemingly become their new norm, as the two frequently found themselves out at the same bar together -- sometimes multiple times within the same week, even. It was the perfect location to try out some of Oliver’s “lessons”, with easy pickings for targets amongst the ever-changing crowd of bar-goers.
They didn’t always go out with the intention to get drunk, but tonight they’d been piling on the drinks. Maybe it was the alcohol making them sloppy, but Kieran was having a rough bout of luck. Some nights were better than others, and it looked like tonight was going to be a bad one. After another failed attempt at flirting with a man at the bar, Kieran trudged back to the booth Oliver had claimed. They dropped into the seat next to their bandmate dejectedly, slumping over and resting their head on Oliver’s shoulder.
“Another no-go, Ollie,” they sighed, “doesn’t look like tonight’s my night for this.” They lay there for a moment, comfortable, until arms wrapping around their waist startled them back into awareness. The world tilted slightly as Oliver tugged them closer, pulling them against his chest and holding tight. As the moment stretched on, Kieran blinked up at Oliver. “Um, Ollie?”
