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Oliver Roscort (likeanyother) wrote in themoderngods,

Oliver and Lydia and J-S and OPEN
Oliver pulled a face around the taste of the drink. Okay, so the guitar bottle was a bad plan. But it still looked kind of cool. Perhaps that was just to distract you from the fact that it was burning every inch of his throat on the way down.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" he managed. And then there was a quiet voice piping up beside him and he turned quickly towards the source. Oh, fantastic. There he was, being all cute and nervous, and here he was swearing a blue streak. That came across well.

"Uh... Hi!" He grinned across at J-S, hoping without hope for some kind of smooth recovery. "You made it!" He gestured to Lydia. "This is Lydia. It's her flat. Lyd, this is J-S. We met uh..." he hesitated, "Last night. On the subway. Kind of." He hadn't quite got round to explaining that yet.

"You want a beer?" he asked, turning back to the dark-haired newcomer.