The pair had made it slightly past the bar, no small feat, Oliver trying again failing to keep his focus on anything other than the gorgeous woman he was going home with. Had he been able to focus on his surroundings he might have noticed the tall frame of Terence practically elbowing his way through the crowd.
"Oh," Oliver's wine flushed cheeks deepened a shade of red, looking down at Marie, then back to his best friend. "She wanted a walk home." He lied, surprising himself at how casual he sounded. "Look at her she can barely stand. Are you seriously going to make her walk home alone?" Using that captainly tone to disguise his lie, Oliver frowned with disappointment at Terence.