Fizz - and pets in general were a very safe conversational topic. So safe, in fact, that it saw them through two more rounds of beer and a glass of whisky to bolster them against the cold outside. The bartender had called last orders, and though Charlie wasn't sure he wanted to go home just yet...he also couldn't think of a compelling reason to stay out. Or for that matter, somewhere else to go. Oliver had seemed against the idea of watching a film at his flat, and Charlie didn't want to press his luck. Not when tonight had been fun, and almost like their old selves.
Winding his scarf around his neck, Charlie stood. "So..." he started, then trailed off. Oh look, there was the awkwardness he'd been missing.