Oliver had spent his day lolling about and being a lazy ass. He headed to the Three Broomsticks after a quick meeting with Ginny. He might have dropped in on Tristan again except he didn't want to even go there. He liked the guy, he really liked what the guy could do with his hands and mouth but he wasn't interested in being with a guy. Besides, Tristan was in love with someone else and hanging out with him too much would just be interfering.
Smoke assaulted him when he stepped inside the pub and it took him a moment to realize it was from some cheeky witch with what looked like a prank cigar. He smirked at her before making his way inside.
There was Angie, he headed her way, a big grin tilting his lips. "Hi!" He leaned in to kiss her forehead, not something he'd ever done before but he'd discovered the joy of using his lips for something other then shouting out orders.