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Oliver Bloody Wood (oliverwoodwould) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Despite the impression that some people had of him (and in direct contradiction to the fact that Oliver had, in the last 3 weeks, had a one night stand with a terrible girl, followed by snogging the hell out of another and then grinding on a third), Oliver wasn't what one would call 'excellent with the ladies'. This was owed in no small part because he was the kind of idiot who cared and then acted without thinking, or, to put it more accurately, just fucked things up before they could go anywhere. He hoped he hadn't started something similar with Melinda. Because despite the fact that he'd enjoyed dancing and teasing with Susan, he was finding himself going back to the top of the London Eye and to watching the sunrise, Melinda nestled in his arm. It was more intimate than whatever he'd done with whateverherface was, and he was happy to put her, and stupid decisions like her, behind him.

Maybe it was over thinking it, but he hoped there was something there. His gut, which he tended to trust more than his stupid brain, told him she was something special and he should take it slower with her than he tended to. He'd LOVED snogging her, but those kisses were far too short for his liking. He just liked the way he felt when he was with her.

So after a long day of practice, Oliver showered thoroughly, threw on some comfortable clothes and headed to Sweet Nothings for his date with Melinda. At least, he hoped it was a date.

He knocked on the class on the front door, his whole face showing its delight when he saw her, his hand waving to her like a puppy wagging his tail. "Hallo," he said, taking off his sunglasses and winking at her. "I thought you'd never let me in."