"Neither," he said, shaking his head. A waitress came by, and he ordered a pint and some chips. He was bloody starving. "Just signed a few autographs and then hit the showers. Spent a bit talking to Collin, then headed straight here."
Oliver bounced one leg absent-mindedly. He was tired, but still restless. "It was a good match. I'm glad you two got to see that one. Much better than last night." He gave Angelina a playful punch on the arm. "Where've you been? It's been bloody years."