Oliver's heart leapt into his throat when she stood. This was it, no turning back now - not that he wanted to. This was nothing more than a stress release, a way to unwind. His drunken mind rationalized he needed this. It was just a romp.
But Romilda had been 'just a romp' too.
Pushing aside all guilt and moral thoughts with another sip of wine, Oliver swung the barstool around so that his knee pressed against her let, a classic flirting technique, though at this point they were clearly well beyond the flirting stage.
"I'm O-erm, Gavin." It was the first name to pop in his head. "Let's go." Standing up to his full height, he figured to just pay the tab tomorrow and circled an arm around her waist. Standing made him realize just how drunk he actually was. Swaying slightly, Oliver righted himself and grinned down to her. Merlin what a stunning woman.