'This seat taken?' came a cheeky voice as Oliver, without waiting for Angelina's reply, slipped into a chair next to her. Oliver still wore a pair of large sunglasses, behind which he felt more comfortable mulling about in public, and he'd simply neglected to remove them upon arrival.
In his hand, he held a glass of whiskey, and with his dark blue suede tux and eye-ware, he almost looked like James Bond, if indeed Oliver had known who that was.
'How was the ceremony?' he asked, having missed the entire service due to training.