"Genevieve," Oliver replied hoarsely, unable to meet her eyes. The alcohol which had pleasantly numbed his system now made him feel uneasy and off kilter. He needed to just sit down and breathe. "Liste-" Oliver's words died suddenly when he stumbled slightly as an enthusiastic dancer rammed into Oliver's shoulder, quite possibly not even noticing​ the interaction. "Fuck." He needed to grt out. "Let's go outside. It's getting a bit much in here."