Aww she wanted a hug. Oliver, ever the touchy-feely person, gladly obliged, sweeping the rival chaser up and embracing her, careful to not upset the champagne bottle.
"Yeah? Good choice." He smirked, wondering briefly if his own attendance had influenced Gen's decisions. "Eh, not yet. I think I could give it a go once more." Perhaps it was the dress or the devilish way she grinned or even the alcohol making his fingers feel disappointingly numb, but something told him to not miss out on a dance with Genevieve. "Want some?" Oliver offered the bottle with a playful quirk of an eyebrow. "Compliments of some bird at our table desperately trying to shag someone famous." As a French woman she would definitely enjoy the champagne more than he would, where the subtlety of the delicate flavor was lost on him.