Oliver was still very upset about everything that had went on with Laurel and he wasn't sure what else there was that he could do about it. Of course that didn't mean he would stop trying though. He had made her a promise that he wouldn't run away this time, that he would stick it out and he was going to make her do the same now. He was going to stand by her and make sure she didn't ruin her life rather she liked it or not. He didn't care how many bars he had to drag her out of kicking and screaming....he wasn't about to lose her again. Not this time.
So, when he hadn't seen her or heard from her in a bit he went looking for her. He was sure she was out somewhere getting into trouble, because if she wasn't she would be there yelling at him for dragging her out like that. He knew it was going to be a problem for her, but he wasn't about to leave her in that situation.
He had tried several bars in this town, and he was headed into the last one. He was sure she would be there, and of course he was right. He spotted her sitting at the bar, so he made his way over to her. "Please tell me you aren't going to make me drag you out of here again" he said in a light tone, hoping it would get a laugh out of her.