That was the plan, but I'd barely started when I got recruited into this. Not that I'm complaining.

[It's more exciting and generally he's a lot more certain he's doing something good.

Oliver's hand reaches up to catch the curtain as he ducks into the store. It's poorly lit and a little shabby, but the atmosphere seems relaxed if not completely welcoming. The woman who owns the place smiles at them as they enter, but otherwise they don't get more than a vaguely curious glance as they walk in.]

What are you drinking? I kind of owe you for your help back there.