He glanced over her shoulder once more toward the table where her friends say. None of them looked particularly heartbroken. The breakup couldn't have been that bad if they were already looking to jump back into the dating pool ... then again, with the places he could see a hand disappearing to .. perhaps it wasn't the dating pool they were looking to jump into. Removing his eyes immediately, he shifted them back to his glass. "Doesn't look like they needed the drinks," was all he said on the matter. He didn't mention what he was thinking. Thinking it was embarrassing enough.
When a new voice joined them, Oliver glanced back up to find one of the blokes from the table standing next to Demi and doing his very best to keep his hands on her. Oliver frowned at that. He'd never been overly fond of pushy individuals and he knew better than to treat a woman poorly. His Mother would tear his ear right off if she ever found out.
He let Demi handle it for a moment, but when it looked like she was having little to no luck, he sighed and shook his head. "You must not have heard her. She said you were interrupting," he commented, finishing off his Firewhiskey before setting down the empty glass and standing up. Being over six feet tall, himself, it wasn't at all a surprise when he towered over the other bloke. If you didn't know Oliver, having him tower over you, an annoyed look on his face, and his rather large arms cross over his broad chest made just a wee bit of an intimidating image. "If you're lost I can help you find the door."