Oliver walked toward the bar, shrugging off his jacket as he laughed, "Yeah, I felt like slumming it a bit." He slid onto the barstool, glancing around to see if there was anyone else there he knew. It seemed pretty empty, but it was early yet.
"A pint'll do for a start, mate. I've invited Harry out for a drink for his birthday, but I don't know if he'll show. How have you been?"