Oliver hasn't been to this bar before, but he's already been back to the states in the summer, and can't afford to go back just yet. Especially so soon after getting a promotion. He still needs to prove he's fit for the role he's been given. He'd seen a few mentions of the Lanky Loon's Thanksgiving event on social media, but hadn't really been intending to go. It had seemed like something that would make him feel awkward, maybe even leave him feeling more lonely.
It's only after an hour and a half long call of being passed between his parents, aunts, uncles, grandmother, and most of his cousins that it hits him how hard it is not to be there. He doesn't want to be alone. So the Lanky Loon it is, and honestly the atmosphere's pretty nice. He can't even seat himself out of the way in the corner with the tables like this, and he feels better for it. It's not quite like being at home, but he can roll his eyes at the preoccupation so many people seem to have with the game, eat far too much food, and with a few beers inside him it doesn't seem too intimidating to strike up conversation with the other attendees.
Everyone's in the same boat as him, so it doesn't seem too weird to ask them questions about where they come from, or how the turkey compares to the one they'd have at home, or even jokingly complain if he's sat next to someone who seems a little preoccupied with the game. Though honestly even that's nice. He never thought he'd miss being in a room full of people who care way too much about sports this much.
Closed to Daryl
Oliver has to take a moment to swallow a mouthful of turkey when Daryl sits next to him, but once he does he's quick to grin, raising his own bottle up in return.
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Oliver hasn't been to this bar before, but he's already been back to the states in the summer, and can't afford to go back just yet. Especially so soon after getting a promotion. He still needs to prove he's fit for the role he's been given. He'd seen a few mentions of the Lanky Loon's Thanksgiving event on social media, but hadn't really been intending to go. It had seemed like something that would make him feel awkward, maybe even leave him feeling more lonely.
It's only after an hour and a half long call of being passed between his parents, aunts, uncles, grandmother, and most of his cousins that it hits him how hard it is not to be there. He doesn't want to be alone. So the Lanky Loon it is, and honestly the atmosphere's pretty nice. He can't even seat himself out of the way in the corner with the tables like this, and he feels better for it. It's not quite like being at home, but he can roll his eyes at the preoccupation so many people seem to have with the game, eat far too much food, and with a few beers inside him it doesn't seem too intimidating to strike up conversation with the other attendees.
Everyone's in the same boat as him, so it doesn't seem too weird to ask them questions about where they come from, or how the turkey compares to the one they'd have at home, or even jokingly complain if he's sat next to someone who seems a little preoccupied with the game. Though honestly even that's nice. He never thought he'd miss being in a room full of people who care way too much about sports this much.
Closed to Daryl
Oliver has to take a moment to swallow a mouthful of turkey when Daryl sits next to him, but once he does he's quick to grin, raising his own bottle up in return.
"Happy Turkey Day. Having fun?"