aimed at @thomasxking. location: the resort's theaters.
having spent most of the few days in the island stuffed away in his cabin, typing away and assuring his editor he had everything under control, oliver was very much acquainted with its layout. he was not, however, familiar with the rest of the resort, and he wanted to change that.
apparently, in the haus theater, there would be a celebratory showing of titanic, and that sounded like good enough of a plan for him as any other. it wouldn't be a fancy dinner, or a malicious visit to the inner pools, but he would go out and see some nice faces. besides, it was the great love story of all time, wasn't it?! so he sat there, in the dark of the mostly empty theather, awaiting for the film to begin... and, when it did, he couldn't regret his choice harder.
he had watched titanic before, and did not feature two naked men tongue-kissing in an otherwise empty locker room. there must have been some sort of mistake; either the timing, the place, by the theater, or by himself — whatever it was, oliver had not prepared mentally to watch porn with random strangers. so, when he looks the side and sees a wide smirk in a man's face just a few seats away, he can feel his warm cheeks go full on burning. "hey... is this for real?" there's the ghost of an incredulous chuckle on his shaky whisper.
