"Then I'll have to postpone my plan to get you drunk," Oliver said with a dramatic sigh, as if something tragic had just happened."Gossip and chatter... the usual, then?" He bumped his shoulder into Percy's as they walked and put his hands in the pockets of his sweat pants. It was rather chilly and Oliver, having been taking from his cosy bed, was wearing only shoes and the ratty old shirt and sweats he slept in. He pulled his shoulders up against the cold and walked on.
"Not that my skill set," Oli couldn't hep but laugh a little at that, "isn't all that broad, as you may know. But I'll just hope it'll be something I'll actually be alright at. He listened to Percy talk about his 'job' and bit his lip to hold back a laugh, but he didn't manage. He stopped walking and had to put a hand on Percy's shoulder for support. "They made you sing?" he asked, trying to stop laughing. He'd heard Percy sing in the shower on several occasions and he knew the twins had made fun of him for that habit in the school. "Sorry, Perce," he said, drawing a deep breath. "It's just... Not what I was expecting, to be honest," he said, glancing up at Percy through the messy hair that had fallen into his forehead. “Well, at least you can sing. They better not try and make me sing. Though our fans have some nice chants I could recite.”