Vic had spotted Oliver before he'd even reached the bar. She was sat on a stool a few feet down from where he was headed, her attention having been trained on the doorway since the barmaid- an old friend of hers- had left her to serve another customer. The bar in front of her was empty, save for a scattering of cardboard beer mats, not wanting to risk insulting her new friend by having a drink before he'd even arrived.
Because that's what they'd called this, him 'buying her a drink', even if Vic hoped it would turn into two or three instead. It had been a long time since she'd dated. Stephen's accident had happened almost a year ago and before that- well, she and Stephen had dated for a good while and there were the years she'd been deep within the lifestyle that came with being a performer. She'd had close friends- both boys and girls- and things had been fun, so fun, but these days Vic had nothing to fill that void. She was aware that nothing more than friendship might come from this connection she'd made with Oliver, but she was ready to at least see where things would lead.
"You're supposed to be looking behind the bar, not for me." She chided, leaning forward to look past the people at the bar between them both, her bottom leaving the seat of her stool as she did. Vic was smiling. She felt warm, relaxed and genuinely glad to see Oliver. After their last meeting she'd sought out a friend who had a copy of one of the Confessions episodes. Vic had dithered about with it at first, not knowing if she wanted to watch it, but had given in and grinned almost the whole way through. Oliver was much better looking in person.