Oliver raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Charlie, the girls were all about you. The bruises were just a bonus."
Oliver signalled the barkeeper again. "Two Ogden's, please!" then turned back to Charlie. "As for pets, you've come to the right man here. You know I've got this whole menagerie of animals back at home and I'm proud to say that none of them breathe fire." Yet. With his mad animals you couldn't be sure. "None of them has tried to eat me so far, either, but the cat likes to gift me with dead mice which, take it from me, ruins the mood when you have a lady-friend coming over." It had also very nearly ended Oliver's eardrums but that was a completely different story.
Their drinks arrived and Oliver raised his glass in a toast. "To Charlie, one of the few sorry persons in existence who think it's fun to play with fire. Literally."