Mikes arm was heavy around her shoulders as they stepped into the pub laughing up-roarishly. The race had gone good- great- and they were all still riding their respective highs from it. John wasn't speaking much but she was ignoring his brooding for his own good. When they stepped in Olivia saw a vaguely familiar bloke raise his glass and she raised a brow in return.
"Ooh I think he likes you Livvy," teased Tammy. She glared at the girl before sitting down.
"Go on Ollie- go get his number," teased Mike. Olivia just flipped him off. Before she knew it, Mike was leaving and heading over to the man.
"What in bleeding hell are you- ugh!" She sat back down because really, trying to get Mike to do anything was impossible.