Oliver gave Adrian a naughty smile from behind the rim of his rock glass. The whiskey stung delightfully and tickled his throat on the way down, down, down, all the way to his groin. Alcohol and parties made him horny, like every other young Quiddich player, and being there with Verity made him proud and horny. A dangerous combination.
'So, is there anyone in the world you didn't invite tonight?' If he'd still been single, the party might have been enough to tempt Oliver out of celibacy. And if it had been before his injury, the evening would have been up to the Lord's mercy.