The Party: After Midnight
Typically Oliver was not one to overindulge in alcohol. One or two drinks was fine, but since he liked to show off, he typically didn't go too much higher than that. Tonight, though, he seemed to be letting go of these typical restrictions. He had actually lost count of his consumption by midnight, but was not halted in his desire to do incredibly stupid things that could likely break his neck.
He had found a spot to show off some skating skills, granted he had busted his ass a lot more times than usual; however, the fact that he was so intoxicated and still managing to pull off a pop-shuvit was more than impressive. He skated around, giving a charming smile to all those who were looking. At least he believed it was a charming smile. Who knows what he looked like to anyone that may actually be sober.