Oliver flashed Joanie a grin when the door opened, raising a hand in greeting. It was good to see her again, particularly under circumstances that weren't so... serious. Beer and movies certainly trumped cell-building and pizza any day of the week. "Sometimes I tell myself the same thing," he joked, giving her a nod as he stepped in behind Aiden, looking over the woman's apartment briefly. It was said that the way one kept their home was a direct reflection of the person who lived there, but he really tried not to take much stock in that. Joanie's place was, like the woman herself, a mishmash of things that only fit together because their owner put them together. And really, it was fitting.
A brow arched at the sudden sound of purring as he looked to Aiden and the cat that was currently making friends with the other's legs. "And apparently, Aiden's a catwhore," Oliver said with a bemused look on his face, taking his leave and making a beeline towards the living room to stake out a place on the couch.
"So Aiden said you have some bad movies for us to watch? How bad are these...?" He leaned forward to have a poke at the titles sitting there, and it took quite a bit of self-control not to show that he recognized most of them. And not just recognized, but watched and owned. He cleared his throat, grabbed a beer, and sat back. "Interesting selection there."