Oliver Bloody Wood (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} oliverwoodwould) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Oliver wouldn't have wanted to admit it, because it belied his carefully crafted Quidditch Cool Guy easiness, but Oliver was a bit nervous about this night. This was the first time that he was out with Mel in public as her boyfriend, and a bit of him worried that he wouldn't fit as easily in with them as he knew she would with his friends. But Oliver was nothing if not aggressively friendly and damned near determined to make them love him. He would treat Mel well, he would show them that tonight, and what would they have to dislike him with? Nothing, that's what. He danced, he hugged, he smiled, and he adored Mel, the look plainly obvious on his face every time he looked at her. He thought it was going swimmingly.
He leaned into her touch, wrapping his arms around her as she sat in his lap, kissing the side of her head. "Great evening," he countered, soppy look still evident. "You don't think they hate me, do you? I know I danced awfully close to Roger, but that's just our way. You're the only one for me." He laughed, knowing she wouldn't think him actually flirting with his friend. Much as Oliver and Roger liked to tease about Roger turning him, he had no attraction to males in general or Roger in particular.
"I'm just glad to be out with you."