"Oh, you'll stop me you think?" Oliver said, in mock shock. "You and what army, hmm?" He laughed and finished his most recent drink. "I think I've had quite enough drink for the afternoon. I don't even remember which this is. Tom, bring me some orange, will ya mate?" Tom shook his head and grabbed a bottle for Oliver, which he took gratefully. He needed to clear his head, he can get feisty when intoxicated.
"Oh, I think the lady found the finest man, barring yours truly of course, of the wizarding world. Not that she's not hot, but you're GEORGE BLOODY WEASLEY!!!" Oliver said, clapping him on the back and rubbing his shoulder like a trainer warming up a boxer. "So, when you seeing her next eh?"