Honestly, Ollie wasn't sure what he'd expected his "lecture" to do. Maybe make her laugh… maybe make her listen. But for her to lunge at him with force enough to knock him ass over teakettle and make him knock his head against the floor was not what he'd expected in the slightest. He scoffed, using one of his favorite parlor tricks to flip the necklace up into the sleeve of his shirt and shoved the girl off of him. "The fuck was that?" he asked, glaring at her as he pulled himself into a sitting position.
This whole thing? It was causing a scene. People were watching from all over and Ollie couldn't help but think of exactly what this would do to his reputation around here. Not that Ollie had a reputation to speak of, really… up until he'd started falling back into old habits, he'd tried keeping a low profile in order to keep him unsuspected when he inevitably did fall into those old habits. All that? That year-plus of laying low? Was completely washed away in less than a minute by a lunging rageaholic. He looked at the girl—now he was annoyed too—and tilted his head to the side.
"This must be some sort of important if you skip rationality and just lunge at me like we're high school wrestling opponents or something," he snarled.