wood; OLIVER (quidditchary) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-11-22 13:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: elise kirke, character: oliver wood |
who ? elise kirke and oliver wood
when ? tuesday evening, 22nd november
where ? the merry hippogriff, godric’s hollow
what ? drinks!
status ? complete
When Elise had originally asked Oliver if he wanted to go out for a drink, it had honestly taken him a moment to think of who she was. That wasn’t very nice, Oliver knew that, but he met so many people on daily basis, and whilst he wouldn’t tell her that he gave out Puddlemere tickets to quite a few people, it was nonetheless true. Over the conversation they had, Oliver had realised who Elise was, which perhaps wasn’t very great since Oliver had agreed to go out for drinks with her before he remembered the girl who rubbed oil on him at a photoshoot. Truth was, Oliver’s PR manager would probably tell him off for even entertaining the idea of going out for drinks with a fan, but Oliver figured what she didn’t know, would hardly harm her. Or hopefully him. Oliver was mostly sure that Elise wasn’t a crazy stalker. Probably.
As promised, Elise had let Oliver known when her university workload had eased up, and they’d agreed to meet at the pub in Godric’s Hollow, since it turned out that was where Elise lived. Well, at the place not the pub. Or perhaps she lived at the pub, Oliver had not asked for those sort of specifics. He’d gotten there a bit earlier than they’d agreed to meet, so he could settled down in a quieter part of the pub. As much as Oliver would never complain about the sort of life he lead, sometimes getting recognise the minute he walked into a place with people was a bit tiring. Thankfully, most left him be, with only the occasional request to sign something. Tonight, at least so far, Oliver had lucked out, having been able to order a drink and find a table in complete peace.
He was quite engrossed in reading the rather elaborate beermat that had been on the table so Oliver completely missed Elise’s arrival, only noticing her when she approached the table. “Oh, hey,” Oliver said standing up almost automatically because his mother had raised him well. “How are you?” He asked before sitting back down.
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It had taken almost everything in Elise to not tell every single person that she was going out to have drinks with Oliver Wood. Just a few months ago she never thought she would be having any sort of conversation with him and now she had rubbed oil on him and was meeting outside of work. The only person she actually ended up telling was Byron because she lived with him, and she also figured that he wouldn’t actually tell anyone what she was doing. In all reality though, she really had wanted to shout it from the rooftops, but if the people at work had found out, she had enough common sense to know that would end poorly. Also she didn’t want Oliver to feel like he couldn’t trust her, that was poor form.
Just because she hadn’t told anyone didn’t mean she wasn’t freaking out about what she would wear to see him. Elise had probably laid out ten different outfits while she was getting ready so when she finally settled on a dark set of jeans and a simple long-sleeved shirt she was cutting it close to meeting time. Throwing her boots and leather jacket on she made sure he hair was still curled before heading over to the pub.
Since Elise was only eighteen she wasn’t always totally comfortable walking into a pub by herself. It was always awkward trying to looking around and find who you were meeting without looking like a total idiot. On her first sweep she didn’t see Oliver so instead she walked over to the counter and ordered a cider. As she waited she was able to look around better and finally saw him off away from most of the people, she giggled to herself. Once her drink was ready, she took a sip before walking over to him. When he stood up she smiled and gave a little wave with her free hand, “Hi,” she replied before taking a seat as well “I’m doing well. I’ve finally managed to escape the textbooks so that’s excellent.” Internally Elise was just trying to remind herself to keep breathing, “How are you? Quite busy with everything?”
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“Yeah,” Oliver nodded reaching for his drink. “I mean it’s not really more busy than usual? Practices keep me busy and I guess this year with being a Captain there’s technically slightly more work?” Which was sort of true. Oliver certainly had more responsibilities officially, but he had done plenty of them before being given a captaincy. Wearing the C hadn’t actually made Oliver’s team any more likely to accept his endless suggestions for smoothie recipes, which he felt was their own loss. At least he could always rely on Celia to accept them. He should see if he could get her transferred, that would be good.
Taking a sip, Oliver put his pint back down. “Is your work very hard, then?” He asked having literally no idea what a university level assignment might be like. “Like in comparison to Hogwarts,” he added because at least those assignments Oliver had done, too. “I don’t think I’d be very good at it. I wasn’t very good at the Hogwarts ones either,” he offered with a small laugh. “Probably spent too much time concentrating on Quidditch to be good at school,” which really wasn’t exactly the world’s greatest loss when Oliver’s whole career now was quidditch.
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“You were obviously good enough to graduate right? That was the most important part of school wasn’t it?,” Elise said with a small shrug. She never had been the one to go for top marks, passing was enough for her and she obtained it. Leave the top marks to the Ravenclaws who seemed to care more about those sort of things. “Clearly all that focusing on Quidditch you did back then paid off. I mean here you are Captain of arguably the best team and also playing for the National Team? That’s certainly something to be proud of.” So maybe she was stroking Oliver’s ego but who in their right mind wouldn’t? She was just proud she was getting normal sentences out.
At his question about the difficulty she paused to take a drink before answering, “I’m not sure exactly if it is too much harder yet, although I imagine it will be down the road, it is very different. Public relations is very situational and learning from past experiences based. I’m not learning about the history behind spells and other types of things we may have learned in Hogwarts.” Running a hand through her hair she leaned forward a bit on the table, “Also I have one class that’s all Muggle-based so that can be challenging at times. I always have to double check before I say anything that I don’t expose our secrets. Working for the Prophet has been wonderful for experience as well, to see their side of how they handle everything.”
It finally hit Elise that Oliver probably didn’t want to hear about her schoolwork as much as she just shared and especially about her work. Blushing she shook her head, “Sorry, not the most interesting topic of conversation. Also I imagine the people at the Prophet aren’t always your favorite are they?”
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“I did manage to graduate,” Oliver confirmed with amusement. He hadn’t actually been at a risk of not graduating, but that had probably been more down to the fact that Lottie had also been in his year and could always poke Oliver if he wasn’t doing enough. And Percy. You could always rely on Percy to ensure completion of work. His grin widened when Elise said he must’ve done something right to end up wearing the C for Puddlemere and playing for Scotland. “Definitely the best team,” he corrected jokingly. Oliver certainly thought so, but he knew he was rather biased. Others not considering Puddlemere the best never upset Oliver, even if he did think they were wrong. “Scotland being the very best team, of course,” he added more seriously. Playing on the national team had felt more like an achievement than anything else Oliver had done, even if they had gone out in a spectacular fashion that had led Oliver to be sad for forever. He just wasn’t very good at losing.
Oliver followed Elise’s explanation of her studies with interest, shaking his head when she apologised. “No, it is interesting,” he assured her. “I mean, it’s not something I know anything about?” Which was very true. Oliver’s main knowledge laid with Quidditch. And a shockingly large amount of dragon facts, which was much more to do with liking Charlie than particularly caring for dragons. “Taking a Muggle class must be hard. Do you have a telly? I’ve got one and I’ve learned so much about muggles,” mostly through home design programmes, but Oliver didn’t think that was necessary to specify.
As for the Prophet, Oliver shrugged. “I don’t particularly like being repeatedly called a slut by the papers, but I’ve kind of gotten used to it?” Which probably wasn’t the greatest of things, but the Prophet really did have an uncanny ability to repeatedly find interest in writing about Oliver sex life. Whether he was or was not having one.
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Elise quickly shook her head, “Hey now! While Puddlemere will forever and always have my heart I cannot cheer for Scotland. That is practically treason I’ll have you know,” she laughed. No matter how much she was in love with the man across the table from her, she couldn’t cheer against her own team of England, unless perhaps he offered her something special. Seeing as that wasn’t going to ever happen, her heart was with England.
It pleased her to hear that she wasn’t completely boring him with the talks of her studies. It was something she certainly enjoyed talking about herself since it was her future career path. “Well when I learn more I’d be more than happy to share and tips or tricks I learn. Who knows maybe one day I’ll be representing one of your friends?” she said with a wink. It was an extreme goal but she was nothing but driven for that to happen. When he asked if she had a telly she bit her lip trying to figure out a good way to explain it without getting into unnecessary drama. “My parents have one at their place that I watched. I live with my older brother now and I haven’t been over there in a few months, so it has been a while since I’ve watched anything.” There that seemed simple enough right? To stop herself from spilling anything else she quickly made herself take another large drink, so much for being ladylike.
“I don’t think you’re a slut, if my opinion matters at all?” Elise mumbled. It wasn’t like she was the one writing the articles anyways. Obviously she knew what everyone said about Oliver but she didn’t care. “You’re an adult ,” she emphasized, “who is allowed to do whatever or whoever he likes.” Personally she would love it if Oliver was interested in doing any of that that but she wasn’t going to say that out loud. Merlin with a body like that who could blame him for being naked and having sex all the time.
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“Well, I suppose everyone’s got to have a downfall,” Oliver told Elise jokingly when she said she could only support England. Oliver, of course, was a good Scottish person, with the strong conviction that you supported Scotland or anyone playing against England. Those were the ground rules on which he had been brought up. Of course, Oliver hardly expected that to work the same way with an actual English person.
He nodded when Elise explained that her parents had a tv but she didn’t get to watch it much now that she didn’t live with them. “Do you enjoy living with your brother?” He asked. Oliver hadn’t lived with his siblings, well, since Hogwarts, really. Obviously Lottie and Celia lived together, but Oliver had never actually entertained the thought of moving in together with any of his siblings. He supposed he’d be alright living with Arran, but Oliver presumed his brother would get even more tired of Oliver’s insistence of walking around naked than he did already. It was probably best Oliver had a place of his own.
At Elise’s assurance that she didn’t think Oliver was a slut, he grinned. “Thank you,” he offered genuinely. It was very nice of her to say, even if Oliver was aware his reputation didn’t exactly give her any reason not to think he was promiscuous. The article the Prophet had done about Oliver cheating on Charlie really had been in no way helpful. “I guess I do bring a great deal of it on myself,” he admitted with a shrug. “I mean, I’ve never been shy about sex? It’s hardly my fault somehow that’s newsworthy,” which Oliver truly felt it wasn’t. He liked sex and there was, in his opinion, very little point in acting prudishly about it.
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“I actually really like living with Byron, that’s my brother,” Elise clarified. “He was out of Hogwarts by the time I started so we never really got to spend all that much time with each other apart from summers, so it is nice. Plus he cooks better than I do, and if that isn’t a good enough reason to stay with him then I don’t know what else would be.” Laughing she shakes her head, “Byron and I are quite different people personality wise but we get along quite well. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like without him.” Running her hand along her glass she looked back up at him, “I’m sure you know what that is like with all the siblings you have.” She didn’t feel the need to mention how she was familiar with Arran, frankly she didn’t want to think about him right now, and would it sound snobbish if she started name dropping like that.
Shaking her head Elise sighed, “It’s ridiculous sometimes the things they report on. You shouldn’t have to feel guilty about liking sex. It’s a natural thing that practically everyone craves in their life. The number of people you slept with shouldn’t have to be broadcast out for everyone to see! Besides, isn’t sex supposed to be between the people involved and not the rest of the world?” Sure she was ranting about a topic that she didn’t have a whole lot of experience with but at that moment she didn’t really care. It was her PR brain working at the moment. “I suppose though if they weren’t reported on, I wouldn’t have a job when I finished University.”
Taking another drink she bit her lip and started talking again, “So tell me, what’s the real Oliver Wood like? I mean you read the interviews and stuff but that can’t be the whole you is it? What do you enjoy besides Quidditch and sex?”
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Oliver probably should’ve wondered whether the Byron that Elise mentioned as her brother was the same Byron that he knew Arran was friends with. It was an usual name, especially in the wizarding world, where names didn’t really tend to repeat a great deal. But Oliver was not a very thoughtful man, so instead he just nodded when Elise explained how she enjoyed living with her brother. “It sounds nice,” Oliver offered truthfully. “I have to cook for myself, it’s very boring,” he joked. Oliver quite enjoyed cooking, really. He wasn’t terribly sure if he was any good at it, but then he was also the man who drank blended vegetables, so perhaps Oliver was not in a position to judge anyone’s cooking, especially his own.
“Perhaps I can hire you to tidy up my reputation,” Oliver said teasingly when Elise said she might not have a job if the papers didn’t report on the things Oliver did (and often did not) get up to. He did actually have a PR person, which perhaps was why despite the media’s insistence on reporting Oliver’s sex life, he was still plenty of liked (though, anyone but Oliver would’ve also ascribed a great deal of that to the fact that Oliver was genuinely likeable).
When Elise asked what he was like, what sort of things Oliver enjoyed besides quidditch and sex, he laughed. Truthfully, Oliver didn’t think there were things she liked, or at least had time for, besides quidditch and sex. “I’m sorry to tell you, but what you see is mostly what you get,” he admitted. “I train a lot, I drink delicious smoothies that everyone but me and sometimes my sister deem awful, I go running a lot and sometimes I have film nights with my siblings,” Oliver said honestly. “What about you?” He asked, figuring it would be only polite to find out more about Elise. “University, watching quidditch and rubbing baby oil professionally,” he listed. “What else do you do?” Though, Oliver did suppose that in itself was plenty.
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Elise blushed at his comment about him hiring her. Sure, she was well aware that it was more than likely a joke, but she really couldn’t help herself. Oliver couldn’t be that hard to work for right? He seems like he would be more of the laid-back type versus some of the drama queens she hear horror stories about. “That’s very flattering Mr. Wood, but it seems your own people are doing just fine managing your own reputation. You could be known for far worse thing I assure you.” There had been that cheating scandal that had come out not that long back, but even then it was just a blip and went away quickly.
“You have no reason to apologize, I’m quite a fan of you, but I figured you already knew that,” she joked. If he really knew how big of a fan he was though he probably wouldn’t have agreed to go to drinks and would have ran for the hills like her brother often joked. Oliver certainly didn’t need to know how she practically fainted when he sent that letter from his bath and she had it hanging on her wall. Maybe one day when they were best friends or lovers they could joke about it but certainly not now. “What do you mean about these smoothies? Certainly if no one likes them besides you they can’t be that good can they?” Was there some sort of logic she was missing in this?
When he asked about her shrugged, “The baby oil job takes up a bunch of my life,” she winked. “No but I like going out, meeting new people. Now that I’m not at Hogwarts there are a lot of new experiences and people to meet so I figured I might as well get started if that makes sense? Music, movies, sports, whatever I can get my hands on mostly. You never know when you will meet someone who will one day be every important in your future.” She took another drink and then continued, “Sitting around inside by myself doesn’t really strike me as fun and interesting to put it simply.” It seemed to her very much an answer of a immature person, but it was the truth to her as of now.
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Oliver gave a very dramatic frown when Elise called him ‘Mr Wood’. “Oliver,” he corrected. “You can call me Oliver,” he assured her. Only people who tried to either get things from Oliver or make him do things ever called him ‘Mr Wood’, so he much preferred ‘Oliver’. Besides, him and Elise were now friends, so surely she could call him by his first name?
At Elise’s doubts towards Oliver’s smoothies, he waved his hand at her. “How very dare you,” he told her. “My smoothies are amazing, it’s just that everyone else has no appreciations for my talents in smoothie making,” he informed her. “As a fan, Elise, you’re meant to be supportive and encouraging,” he told her jokingly. “No more quidditch tickets for you until you actively support the quality of my smoothies. Or at least lie about it convincingly,” he added with an amused smile. Oliver didn’t actually expect Elise to become a defender of kale smoothies. There was about three people in the world who would do that, probably, and Oliver was already taking up one of those spots.
“Active things!” Oliver concluded happily when Elise explained what she liked to do apart from the things Oliver already knew about. “I like active things, too,” he agreed with a nod. “And people. I enjoy meeting new people,” which was very true. Oliver was quite an extroverted person and he enjoyed doing things. Sports, obviously, came very much at the top of that list, but just generally being out and about made Oliver feel much better than being stuck inside. “I’m not sure I’ve ever thought of it as meeting someone that might be important in my future, though,” he admitted. “Mostly I just like learning about people,” which was very true.
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Elise pretended to be filled with shock at his threat of no more Quidditch tickets. Did that mean more would possibly be coming in her future? She had figured that would be a one time only thing and hadn’t expected anything else. However she wasn’t going to tell him that she would refuse any future presents from Oliver. “I would never insult the favorite drink,” she laughed as she finished off her drink. “Don’t take that as a sign that you can use me as a test dummy for any new creations and I will promise to pretend to be the biggest supporter of them that I’ll make you think I really do love them.” Shaking her head she giggled, “I did just have a friend tell me I should consider joining a theatre group, because of over-dramatic or something.”
“Also you have to be specific on the active things. I don’t do running or anything that reminds me I’m doing exercises because that is just depressing,” she gave a little shudder. “Take me out dancing though and I will go all night and have the greatest time ever!” As if Oliver would take her out dancing, but to she bet he could work his body wonderfully. Focus, Ellie, focus! She could think of these things later after drinks were over with and not when he was sitting right in front of her.
Learning about people was an interesting way to thinking about social interactions to be certain. It wasn’t exactly what Elise did but it was similar and that was good enough for her. “You never know when an opportunity may come up that will forever change the course of your life. I try to always remember that. The person you meet today could be your future business partner, or soulmate, or the next award winner,” she explained. “Life is uncontrollable and full of surprises. Take this for example,” she said gesturing between the two of them, “this certainly isn’t something I would have expected to happen in my life six months ago.”
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Oliver laughed when Elise said she was not going to volunteer as a test dummy for his smoothie creations. “It’s okay, I have five siblings, three of whom play Quidditch, so I’m sorted for people to force to give my health drinks a go,” he assured her with amusement. It was true, between Anthony, Arran and Celia, Oliver had plenty of choices as to whom to give the drinks to. Celia, by far, was Oliver’s favourite because she seemed to actually appreciate his effort. Arran and Anthony mostly just seemed rather skeptical of any drink that was green.
“I, probably unsurprisingly, like exercise,” Oliver offered with a shrug, because he did. But unlike Elise, he was also a professional athlete so it really wasn’t all that odd to find that Oliver liked things that forced his muscles to work. “I’m not sure I’m a very good dancer, though,” he admitted. Oliver had gone to plenty of galas and he knew the basic dances but they never seemed very enjoyable, as he had to think about what foot to put where. Though, he did also think that it depended on the partner whom you were dancing with, because Oliver had certainly enjoyed dancing with particular partners far more than with others.
The explanation that Elise provided about the merits of meeting new people made Oliver shake his head slightly. “I’m not sure I’m clever enough to have that kind of awareness about meeting people,” he told her truthfully. Oliver didn’t imagine that Elise, like him, had been a Gryffindor. Oliver did give a small shrug when Elise said that this, going out for drinks together, had been unexpected. “Well, maybe you should’ve asked me six months ago,” Oliver teased in return.
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“Are you and all your sibling close?” she questioned. She figured in a family like that there had to be some tension. Besides if she heard from Oliver that he didn't get along with one of his siblings it would make her feel less upset about the fact that her and Andrew might not end up become close. Elise never thought she would be the person to worry so much on if one person liked her or not but then again she never expected to have another brother come up.
Shaking her head she giggled, “You don't have to be a good dancer to enjoy dancing though. Haven't you ever just been out at a club or bar and just enjoyed the feeling of the music pounding in your veins and letting your body move? I swear it can be positively orgasmic!” Maybe talking in his familiar sex talk she could get her point across? “I mean don't get me wrong, dressing up and doing formal dancing is nice as well but something about just letting go of everything holding you back is refreshing.” For instance he could just let go of any thoughts and make out with her right now and she knew it would feel great for her.
At his comment about not being clever enough she shrugged, “You've met far many more people than I have so maybe eventually I won't think like that either. Only time will tell.” When he teased her about asking him six months ago she leaned a bit closer to him across the table, “Six months ago I hadn't rubbed baby oil all over your chest. You're telling me if I would have just walked up to you and asked you out to drinks before that you would have came?”
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“We are close,” Oliver confirmed with a nod. “My older brother and sister, they don’t have the same mum as the rest of us do, so they’re a bit older?” Oliver explained. “But we’ve always been close anyway,” he added. Oliver couldn’t deny that he was much closer to Arran, Lottie and Celia, but they were also closer in ages, he’d never really thought that sharing both parents rather than one had hampered his relationship with Ronnica and Anthony. “I guess you must be close with your brother?” Oliver noted. “What with living together and all,” even he didn’t do that with his siblings.
Oliver laughed when Elise described dancing as ‘positively orgasmic’. “That’s a very high praise,” he teased. “But yeah, I’ve been clubs, I just never found them very--” There Oliver paused because it wasn’t that he hadn’t found them enjoyable, but there just had been a certain lack of something. “Maybe I’ve been to wrong kind of clubs,” he decided in the end, because that could very well be the case.
As for whether he would’ve agreed to go for drinks with Elise if she had just walked up to him and asked six months ago, Oliver shrugged. “Well, I was prepping for the World Cup, so I might not have had the time,” he admitted. There had also been his relationship with Charlie, which had kept Oliver busy at all given down-times from training. Still, he didn’t think he would’ve necessarily said ‘no’ just because Elise hadn’t rubbed baby oil on him at that point. “But in general, sure, I don’t see why I would decline a trip to the pub,” he added truthfully.
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When Oliver asked about her brother she nodded, “We are. We have the same mother but he’s always been around and there for me. He’s a really good person. He’s friends with your brother actually.” Elise knew that she didn’t have to share the next bit of information but she figured she might as well. No harm in telling your celebrity crush all your life history right? “I, uhm, actually just discovered I have another brother as well? We have the same father and neither of us knew each other existed. It’s a whole complicated mess and we are just trying to get to know each other. I’m hoping one day though we are close.”
“Maybe you just need to go with the right group of people to enjoy a club,” she said with a wink. “Or maybe it isn’t your thing which is totally fine. If you’re looking for somewhere to talk I wouldn’t recommend going there to be certain. A place like this is much better for that,” she said with a small wave. “If ever you are looking to experience a blu again though, I will volunteer for that experiment I promise,” she said with a laugh. That sounded much more exciting than trying nasty smoothies.
Elise looked down at her empty glass when he said he would have still gone for drinks with her. She wasn’t sure what to make of that. Obviously her and Oliver weren’t like best friends but she that he considered her a little bit more important than a random stranger on the street. Clearly she was still thinking too highly of these interactions than he did. “Well I guess that is good to know! I’ll make sure to keep that a secret so that tons of random fans don’t start come asking your for drinks.” Laughing she looked back up with him, “Either way here we are now and I’m super grateful you agreed.”
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When Elise said that her brother was friends with Oliver’s brother he tried to think of who that was. “Oh, Byron?” He said since Elise had provided him with a name, Oliver just hadn’t thought of it at the time. “Him and Arran were in the same year in Slytherin? Doesn’t talk much?” Which was roughly where Oliver’s knowledge of Elise’s brother concluded. Mostly, probably, because he didn’t think he’d ever had a conversation with Byron. Arran seemed to get on with the man perfectly fine, though. When Elise elaborated that she had recently found out she had another brother, Oliver’s eyes widened. “Oh wow, that does sound complicated,” he agreed. “I’m sure one day you will be close,” he assured despite the fact that it was hardly a promise Oliver could make. So far, though, Elise seemed lovely, so Oliver couldn’t see why she wouldn’t get on with this new sibling.
“Perhaps, I’ll take you up on that offer,” Oliver said with a grin when Elise said she’d be willing to take him dancing if he wanted to. “Towards the end of the season, though,” he added since it was unlikely that his training would permit wasting energy on dancing before then. Or maybe over the Christmas holiday, though, Oliver wasn’t sure how many clubs were open over Christmas. Probably either none or all of them.
Oliver shook his head when Elise said she’d keep their going out for drinks a secret. “That’s not what I meant,” Oliver assured. “Mind you, I probably shouldn’t agree to go out for drinks with fans, but you don’t seem mental?” Which she didn’t! Elise seemed perfectly lovely!
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Elise bursted out laughing at his description of her brother, “Yeah, that’s the one. As you can see, I tend to talk a tad bit more than he does.” It wasn’t a secret to anyone that she was much more outgoing than her brother and it was even something the two of them regularly joked about. It worked well between them and she was always willing to stick up for him if anyone said any crap about his shyness. She may be young but she had a powerful voice. “Complicated is certainly one way to describe it. Him and our father haven’t had a good relationship in years so it's frustrating and awkward, and we are trying to handle it about as well as we can,” she explained. “I haven’t really seen my parents since and I think they are starting to get concerned but how do you explain that?”
“Just let me know when you are good to go and we will make a night of it. It will be great!” Elise said of him going out. The end of the season didn’t feel that far away for her, she would wait years if Oliver said it would take that long for them to spend time together again. They seemed to be having a good time together and she would love to spend time with Oliver again, even if he wouldn’t kiss her.
It did make her feel better that he didn’t think she was mental. Mind you if he knew what she had hanging up in her room and the thoughts she sometimes had he would probably think she was. “Well I’m pleased to hear you say that.” Running a hand through her hair she pointed to her drink, “I’m going to get another one, do you want one? Is two still considered sensible drinks?” she joked.
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The fact that Elise’s question was most likely a rhetorical one completely escaped Oliver. “You probably just tell them?” He offered. “I mean, you can’t not talk to them forever, right?” Well, at least Oliver certainly wouldn’t consider it an option. “So just say ‘oh, by the way, thanks for letting me know I have another brother, we’re getting on great’,” which seemed, to Oliver, a very sensible way to approach it. Then again, he was spectacularly shit at keeping any kind of secrets.
He gave a nod when Elise said to just let her know when he was ready to go out dancing. Oliver would certainly try to remember that, he had no doubt that Elise, true to her word, would take him someplace fun. When she asked if he wanted another drink, pointing at her own empty glass, Oliver nodded. “Two’s fine!” He assured, pulling some money out of his pocket, enough for both of their drinks. “My treat, for your legwork,” he said teasingly, nodding towards the bar.