Ok.. so the snapping was a little uncalled for but Oliver was nervoussssss, and kinda jumpy. He watched Trixie sit, giving her a accusing 'little boy hurt look'. “Um... sorry, Trix.” He mumbled. “This place just creeps me out.” Yeah.. for obvious reasons. “You hiding in the shadows and putting on a stupid voice doesn't help."

He frowned puzzled at her question. “Oh.. I dunno. How about creepy bar dudes with a fondness for the Imperius Curse?" His hands flailed a bit, eyes widening slightly and he reached out and grabbed the beer mat in front of Trixie to fidget with.

Fidget, fidget, fidget.

“You wanna drink?”