Who: Oliver and Lydia What: Drinking buddies reunited. Where: Some hole-in-the-wall bar. When: Backdated to Sunday night.
Oliver had been putting off the inevitable 'drinking until you forget about your mess of a love life'. He'd been doing quite well, but then Sunday had rolled around and he still hadn't quite come to a decision and getting disgustingly drunk seemed like the only sensible option. And when that was his aim there was one person he tended to turn to, and that was the girl he was currently dragging along by the hand into the reassuringly dim lighting of the bar.
Oliver tugged Lydia to the bar and quickly ordered them both a shot of tequilla before turning back at her. This bar was quite quiet compared to some of the more frequented places in the city, which was what he wanted at the moment. He wanted to sit and talk to Lydia and not bump into someone he knew, and then crawl out of the place at closing time and fall into a cab. That was it. And this place seemed to fit the bill quite nicely. The shots were slid towards them within a few moments and Oliver passed one over to his friend.
"Have you sorted out names for your cats yet?" he asked her, quirking an eyebrow in the dark-haired girls direction before throwing back the mouthful of spirit. It burnt at the back of his throat and Ollie grabbed for one of the lime slices that were waiting on the bar.