"Only like to be social when you've won?" Marcus needled. He couldn't resist, grinning at him. He moved closer, into Oliver's personal space, nudging with his shoulder, keeping himself tall and intimidating. "What d'you do when you lose? Go home and drink yourself into a stupor? Not much you can do but go over it in your mind... those goals you let through before they even got the snitch. Might've been able to pull it out if you'd had more time and tightened up in the rings, but you just couldn't seem to keep 'em out today, could you?"