Activities- Dinah & Oliver
"How do you know I wasn't just talking about the drink?" he said, raising an eyebrow at her. That was too much for Ollie, however. He couldn't keep a straight face throughout that double entendre. It was impossible, especially since... he started to laugh.
That was good. That was better than the alternative, which would have been to get aroused. Yeah, Ollie knew what that made him. A dog. And for the most part, he wasn't ashamed of it: he'd always loved sex and women, from the moment he realized his good looks and charms meant he could easily have both whenever he wanted. The shame came when he realized he'd hurt them by being a thoughtless, callous, selfish bastard who only listened to his dick. He could be a real prick.
It was kind of actually really funny that he and Dinah were pretending they didn't know each other, because he'd shown up in his civilian ID and she hadn't, after all the effort they'd put into repairing their relationship lately, when he thought about it.
"Most of the time," Ollie replied. "If I like the person. How about you? Does Canary play nice?"