Sitting at the bar, Oliver was happily drinking from the bottle. Though he was instantly caught off guard when the woman had asked to join him, and sit down. His gruff facial hair was cut back, and covered over his chin, and jawline. Shifting his weight he nodded holding his hand to the open bar stool. "Please. Company is always nice."
Leaning over some, he pulled the stool out for her. He was a gentleman, mostly. When he wasn't trying to figure things out. "Uhm." He wasn't very socially capable. "How are you?" Then he ran his through his hair. "I mean...umm, I'm Oliver." He held his hand out carefully to her.