Oliver beamed at Genevieve and roared his agreement. The rest followed suit, clinking their glasses and downing the alcohol. It tasted absolutely disgusting, with an odd consistency of overly watered dairy.
"Mate that's fucking foul." Alex sputtered, seizing his drink and gulping it down with the hopes of drowning out the taste. "Are you trying to kill us?" Oliver, desperately sucking down the rest of his drink, grinned apologetically from behind the rim.
"Donno, she offered it." He inclined his blond head to the bar. "Dinnae think it would be that bad." The rest quickly finished their drinks, Alex mentioning he would stay behind and look for a few other reserves that were posted up somewhere on the other side of the bar and disappeared.
"Well, we best be going." Jenn said in her usual brisk, business tone when dealing with anything concerning a deadline. "Genevieve it was fantastic to meet you properly." Though she smiled there was a note of finality in her voice.
"Absolutely." Mark agreed, much warmer than his coworker. It was Oliver, however, who scooped the French woman into a tight hug.
"See you soon, hen." He said softly, lips barely brushing over her ear.