Fancy night club, a couple hours later
Merlin, what a night. Even if the old wives tale of beer before liquor making him sick Oliver thought it was completely worth it. Nearly half the team had shown up to sit at a roped off section near the front of the venue, raised higher than the rest of the club with the best view of the dance floor. There had been champagne, bottle service girls, high profile fans and nearly every other luxury the club could afford to give the owner of Puddlemere and his team.
Oliver, properly drunk, had danced with quite a few ladies and even a bloke or two just for laughs. After all, the season has ended and he was free for the glorious summer months... To an extent. Breaking away from a dance with Jenn, he grabbed a bottle of champagne and walked over to the edge of the roped off area, looking around at the pulsing lights and movement of the crowd below him.