Oliver stood at the bar, leaning against it with his arms crossed. He was facing the barmaid, answering as the woman asked about the quidditch team. The barmaid was one of the only people in the bar who tended to ask questions, the rest of the patrons pretty much kept to themselves unless eye contact was initiated.
Feeling the presence of someone beside him, Oliver glanced to the side a small smirk on his face. "Evening Kirley," he grinned taking the drink as one was placed in front of him, holding it up to clink against the other mans.
Downing his drink, Oliver slammed the glass upside down onto the bar. "Howa you then K?"
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