#backdated af

Kaylee: I'm texting you because I don't want to make a scene in front of your fam.

Kaylee: but uh so when were you going to tell me that your family thought we were together!!

It had been days since Oliver made the deal with Mara, and the demon proved true to her word. Isidora was alive and well, though still a little groggy and coming back to herself after being... gone for so long. After reluctantly calling in a favor from the BL’s pack doctor, Camilla MacCready, she too gave Isidora a clean bill of health (and to Oliver, a very pointedly skeptical glare).

When he heard the sharp knock at the door, several scenarios played out at once: doc forgot something and came back for it, doc came back with her alpha to rain down... some kind of unnecessary hell, or the plague patrols finally arrived to make the rounds. He didn’t think he’d see Mark on the other side of the door... he didn’t think he’d see any of them again after--. Oliver undid the locks and yanked the door open.

“Hey bud,” He greeted a little too cheerfully. “What--what’re you doing here?”

Headmaster, Headmistress —

For the life of him, Oliver couldn’t fathom why there were still so many customers in the bar--completely disregarding the fact that he was currently one of them. Curfew drew nearer and nearer, but more and more patrons came trickling in. Many were on edge and wanting to drink their sorrows away; many were simply looking to lose themselves in the action of fight night. One patron in particular, though, shouldn’t have been looking for either. 

Oliver caught the vaguely familiar scent of a petite brunette as soon as she foolishly ventured into the bar. Unfortunately, so did some of the nastier patrons. He recognized her now: she was Mark’s friend, Florence, and the Black Dahlia was the last place she belonged. He put his fingers to his mouth and whistled, catching the girl’s attention and flagging her over before anyone else got any ideas. He took a long drink from his glass; it was going to be a long night.

Well is one word for it, yes. None of them have died trying to jump off the roof into the pool, so.

He reacted fine. Jason’s my friend, there was no need for him to react.

Tagged: Dani Delaney & Sarah Buchanen

Location: Sarah's Office

Timeframe: December 8th, 3pm

Warnings: Bipolar II Disorder