Knowing that he didn’t officially have a date wasn’t what bothered him the most. It was the fact that he didn’t know when the reception would happen, when the ceremony would start, when would be an appropriate time to bother a few people. Weddings were kind of weird, there was a lot of things going on around you, but a lot of it seemed like a surprise to guests. It made the whole experience a little confusing. The hors d’Oeuvres that were being passed around looked like artwork, something Oliver never really understood. Why eat something that looked too beautiful? Instead, he popped at the bar, looking for anything that would be strong enough to keep him occupied for the evening. However long that may be. “Double Maker’s on the rocks with a twist,” He cash tipped the bartender before downing the glass, subtly speaking to the person to his left, “What’s the point of being at a wedding sober?” He unbuttoned his jacket as he leaned against the counter a bit, eyeing the bartender for a second round.