Julius | Oliver 11:00 pm
Pixies were extra. Oliver liked to think that was not the case, but they were. While not eccentric in an outward display, they were loud and rowdy. They bowling alley was in a constant sway of chaos that has become the norm for the venue. The house was worse. A constant furry of activity, people, and magic? He could see where the Seelie mentality was not at all congruent with his family’s lifestyles. Of course, Oliver also had very little understanding of that world, as she had maybe been to the courts once. They were heathens. Wild people. Only passable at best because Puck had done wonders in documenting the world. Perhaps something only a Pixie would be crazy enough to do. He was also not aware that he was a favorite in any list. Oliver had a healthy grasp on who was more open to his personality and who was not. To Oliver? Julius fell perfectly on the fence, as if it were his domain. That did not mean it stopped the man, of course.
The snort and playful return got the small smirk on Oliver’s face opened into a silent laugh. He locked eyes for a moment and felt a wave of positive. It was not so much glee, joy, or even accomplishment. It was just good. Well, what kind of Pixie would he be if he did anything to turn that around? Normal one, actually. His admission got a bit of a hearty chuckle and Ollie turned in his seat to go from chatting briefly over his shoulder to facing Julius in full. He toasted his appletini and took a sip. He also purposefully skipped over the possible jab that could have been, and instead gave a gleeful look and replied with a light, “I think the phrase is, ‘if it isn’t broken.’” He paused to use a skewer to fish a cherry from the bottom of the glass and ate it happily. “Work dead for you lot, as well?”