Oliver had found the pub his own way, by doing a simple locator spell, and now he was leaned on one forearm while he gratefully finished off his latest drink. There was nothing like alcohol to settle his nerves, and he'd gotten the whole bottle so he wouldn't have to keep asking for refills. There had to be some way off of this God-forsaken rock. Once he was properly sober again, he was going to try looking for a ley line, a power source to open a portal.
The scrape of wood on wood had the mage hunching his shoulders defensively, and he pushed them back down with an effort. There were few enough people here that he didn't feel crowded, so he could at least pretend that he was normal for the time being. Glass rattled against glass as he poured from the bottle of scotch, and he studied the level of liquid left as he set it aside.
The profile of the woman next to him tickled something at the back of Oliver's brain, and one dark eyebrow arched as he turned his head to see her more clearly. He looked over his shoulder at the door of the pub, then looked back at the blonde with a sardonic smile.