"I don't think that's all tha-AH!," Oliver grunted as paint erupted on his boyfriend, not once, but twice as he was maneuvered under an increasingly limp mass of Edwin Mercier. "Oh noooo, baby!" It was supposed to sound sympathetic, but he was grinning too hard like a dope for it to be other than obvious amusement, slinking back down onto the ground and bringing Edwin with him, either to accept his inevitable fate, or to play paralyzed if Pam didn't notice that he hadn't been hit.
"Mornin', darlin!" he called to their attacker, even as Jack's surprised and surprisingly unmanly squawking indicated that he was the new target, continuing unperturbed as he wrapped an arm over Edwin to settle him more comfortably against him. "It is, and no we can't keep it. I ain't playin' today, I just wanted to go for a ride before that one started shootin'."
"I said I was sorry!" Jack half laughed, half shrieked from the other side of the refill station, apparently not quite sure what to do now that they were being invaded.