Who: Oliver and Edwin Where: At the bar When: After this! Warnings: NSFW
Oliver did his best to ignore the bandage around him arm as he made his way back to the bar, buttoning up his shirt on the way and keeping both sleeves rolled up. He knew he only had to keep the new art covered for a few hours, but he wanted to look at it again nonetheless. He felt settled and warm and good, even when he shifted back into character as he neared Edwin. He leaned on the bar carefully, the sensation in his arm intensifying for a moment before settling. He took a moment to appreciate the outfit They'd thrown Edwin in, his mind sorting through the more interesting uses of a tie like that, before speaking.
"So," he called over the din toward the man pouring drinks, the corner of his mouth turning up. "The missus asked if you might be kind enough to sell us a bottle of gin at cost." He shook his head, sighing at himself. "I think I'm gettin' old, 'cause I don't remember which one she specified offhand." That was because Rae hadn't, but that was beside the point. "Don't suppose I could see what you've got, when you have a minute? I'm sure somethin'll get jogged."