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Who: Oliver Day (oliverplus) and Sebastian Flyte (fruitbrandy)
Where: Oliver's favourite pub in Gondolla and presumably a bar in Oxford
When: Sometime after their first conversation
What: Oliver and Sebastian have a surprise (and accidental) meeting off the Plane
Warnings: Alcohol and male bonding
Oliver finished leaving a message for Anna and then slipped his datapad back into his pocket. She'd be expecting him at home, and after the day he'd had, he wasn't ready to go there yet. She'd be worried that he was planning to spend the evening in the pub alone--again--but he knew her well enough to know she wouldn't protest or come after him. And what he really wanted right now was a little time to himself. Anna was always willing to listen to his work woes, but lately his life had become more complicated than refugees who weren't getting their credits. And there was no way he was going to breathe a word about that other place he ran away to--not to Anna or anyone else--so he was much better off alone and away from prying questions for a while.
So it was that, with domestic worries out of his mind, he turned to the bartender. "One pint. Oh, and some chips." Good chips always made a bad day better, after all.
Waiting for his order, he relaxed on the stool, turning around to survey the other occupants of the pub. Even after a year, he hadn't really started to socialise with the other regulars, but people-watching was always a fun way to unwind. And when your life had you tired, it was nice to shift your focus to someone else's.
Where: Oliver's favourite pub in Gondolla and presumably a bar in Oxford
When: Sometime after their first conversation
What: Oliver and Sebastian have a surprise (and accidental) meeting off the Plane
Warnings: Alcohol and male bonding
Oliver finished leaving a message for Anna and then slipped his datapad back into his pocket. She'd be expecting him at home, and after the day he'd had, he wasn't ready to go there yet. She'd be worried that he was planning to spend the evening in the pub alone--again--but he knew her well enough to know she wouldn't protest or come after him. And what he really wanted right now was a little time to himself. Anna was always willing to listen to his work woes, but lately his life had become more complicated than refugees who weren't getting their credits. And there was no way he was going to breathe a word about that other place he ran away to--not to Anna or anyone else--so he was much better off alone and away from prying questions for a while.
So it was that, with domestic worries out of his mind, he turned to the bartender. "One pint. Oh, and some chips." Good chips always made a bad day better, after all.
Waiting for his order, he relaxed on the stool, turning around to survey the other occupants of the pub. Even after a year, he hadn't really started to socialise with the other regulars, but people-watching was always a fun way to unwind. And when your life had you tired, it was nice to shift your focus to someone else's.