"You drink enough of this, you'd fuck a wardrobe." Oliver replied dryly, a little smile making its way back onto his face. Apart from the fact that they were discussing the loss of trust in one of his oldest friends, this could almost have been a really nice evening.
Oliver sighed and poured himself another glass, satisfied to see Hestia was comfortable enough to refill her glass herself. Her relaxed attitude affected him and almost unconsciously the tension left Oliver's muscles. He felt warm and tingly and if it weren't for the perpetual feeling of being punched in the gut ever since he failed to grasp what was going on with Katie, things would have been great.
"Idiotic is fine," Oliver said, his accent becoming a wee bit more apparent as the alcohol affected his senses. "Jist ask Michael Corner abit th' sort of trouble we got ourselves in before they killed all my friends an' threw me intae Azkaban." Oops. Too much information. "Most of them." Oliver amended. "Anyway, I'm keepin' all information abit th' Alliance from Katie. Hurts me tae do this but I willnae provide pillow talk for 'er an' Urquhart."