Poaching players was the furthest thing from Gen's mind. No, this was all about a bloody crush she'd developed on the Keeper that had only been bolstered by his interview and their conversation at the photo shoot last week. The attraction was obviously mutual, though she strongly doubted anything would come of it. Especially with the PR hawks watching.
Well, and that whole him having a girlfriend thing.
Gen laughed at Oliver's observation of the drink, shaking her head. "No, my team's colors," she corrected. "I'm much more colorful than black and white!" Fun. She was a lot more fun.
Which, it would seem she was behind on, as she still hasn't finished any of her drinks. With that in mind, she downed the rest of her first martini and followed it with a long pull of the ale. "I was wondering where the rest of your team was," she told Oliver. And now she was wondering if she could get him away from his team management's watchful eyes.