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Oliver Bloody Wood (oliverwoodwould) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Oliver and Harry and Susan
Oliver had been told over and over that his ego was too big to fit in a room, but instead of getting too upset over it, Oliver made a habit of making it a joke. "Hey, some people might say my head is too big, but to them I say well, they worship it as a god in some small eastern European countries. So who's laughing now, huh?" he said, a huge grin on his face. He liked Harry winking back. It was good, this was fun.

He made a face of mock horror, stopping his gyrating for a moment. "Oh dear! What kind of incentive do you need, do you think?" he asked, an eyebrow raising slightly. He had to keep back a smile; he wasn't sure how Harry or Susan would answer that.

"Ahh, Harry, come off it," he added now that the other wizard was properly in the sandwich with them. He let a hand trail over Susan's neck, and was slightly annoyed when the music slowed down. Well, he guessed they were slow dancing. It didn't seem like Susan minded that he was staring down her blouse, but he also didn;t want to look TOO much like a creeper.

"Even a slow dance can't slow us down," he mused, though he'd lowered his voice, his smile going a bit crooked. Maybe he'd had more to drink than he thought, but his mind was getting swirly.