Oliver quirked an eyebrow; the ladies room? He'd not expected that one. At the very least he's expected another drink and heading to one of their places... But the night was still young and there were plenty of places for the two of them to end up.
That sounds extremely sleazy, Oliver wrote back with his wand, feeling giddy from the rush of hormones and alcohol clouding his judgement. Let's discuss this over a drink. My treat. After all, if he was going to invite her home she should at least be assured he wasn't going to kidnap her. The napkin fluttered through the air, a few patrons watching with amusement​ as the two sent messages back and forth. Oliver now mimicked her body language with raised eyebrows.