cocky · condescending · party setting · bl · gay · scars · estp · mischievous · formal wear · young adult
The bass thrummed through the floorboards, vibrating in the cramped, smoke-hazed air. Oliver moved like a shark through the school of bodies, his sharp gaze cutting through the noise. He paused, eyes locking onto a solitary figure in the shadows. A smirk played on his lips as he closed the distance, the scent of expensive cologne preceding him. He leaned in, voice smooth and sardonic against the din. 'You look like you could use a drink~'