He walked out right on time. Oliver quickly stepped in line with Mortimer and grinned brightly. ”Oh, that pub~? I think I remember that place.” Stopping he’d glance over his shoulder to look at the russian. “Oh, hello Aleks.” Oliver’s expression changed when he took a second glance to Aleks…who was male, and with Mortimer. Going for drinks… He made sure to keep himself in the middle of both men and smiled like nothing was wrong at all. “Mortimer I’m not interrupting something am I?” He knew very well he was doing exactly what he questioned.
Aleksandr went to go answer Timothy, but Oliver came out of nowhere, acting as if he was there the whole time. Not that the Russian minded. Hanging out with both Timothy and Fluff? That seemed like an amazing good time. “Well, Hey there, Fluff. You’re uh…welcome to join us?” he said with a laugh. When Oliver got between him and Timothy, Aleksandr couldn’t help but pout. He was trying to get to know Timothy here, and he knew Oliver knew that. “The pub it is.” he said. “Lead the way cause I have no idea where its at. How are you, Fluff?”
Tim turned to hear Aleks’s answer when all of a sudden Oliver popped out of nowhere. Really?! Seriously? “Of course you’re interrupting something, Oliver! I cannot believe you. Don’t you have anything better to do then stalk me and crash all of my dates- even if it’s a simple outing between friends?” Realization dawned on his face. “You thought I was going to be on a date, didn’t you? God, Oliver.” He shook his head wearily and continued walking. “The pubs this way.”