Oliver/Margaret - While the Band is Still Playing
Oliver was in a very good mood. The band was playing. The brownies were a delicious change. He was the most relaxed he'd been in ages.
He was stoned.
If push came to shove, he could still perform with pretty damned good accuracy. He'd been under the influence of drugs that went with torture and still managed to kick some ass. He'd probably do it with a smile, this go around.
Oliver wanted to dance. He eyed his unattached candidates and smothered a snigger when his gaze alit on Margaret, triggering the memory of his conversation with Tommy. Oliver decided why not? That woman could probably teach him a thing or two anywhere.
He approached Margaret and sketched a bow, which probably looked ridiculous considering he was armed with a rifle, quiver, bow, and bug out bag. "May I have this dance?"