After a few pints at the bar with his teammates, Oliver decided to walk around a bit before the barstool became permanently fused to his backside. He'd considered dancing, briefly, but at the moment that held no appeal for him. He might let Peitra talk him into one later.
With no thought other than mingling, he snatched his pint off the bar and started to wander the perimeter of the pub, trying to guess if he knew who was beneath each costume. He thought he'd spotted one of the Pride of Portrey Chasers now dressed as a rather large strawberry for some reason when he saw another vampire in a booth by himself. He headed towards him.