Sweet Disposition
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more impressed by a bloody rabbit than I am right now.” Orion knew that this was a bad idea. Being in this environment and allowing himself to even drink. But if he were being honest, it was a lot to even be in this position. He was a terrible student the first time around and all he could do was hope to Merlin that he could pull this off. If not he’d have to admit to Oliver that he’d snagged the idea from him initially. Sorry little bro.
Orion found himself at the bar, enjoying the rather annoyingly bright lights and seriously upbeat mood of the entire place. How the hell was he meant not to enjoy this? He’d boldly told the bartender a round was on him for everyone in his nearest vicinity. A few cheers and he’d managed to snag a few beers right off the top, turning to offer them to the person next to him and the one in front.
“Come on toast up to the little hare. I doubt you’ll ever get a party like this on this day ever again.” The irony wasn’t lost on him but a good time was a good time. Orion was all too ready to have get on with the rest of the rest.