Oliver had been enjoying homecoming so far. Stella looked.. breath taking, and the decorations weren't so bad themselves. The suit wasn't as uncomfortable as he thought it would be, nor was this pairings idea that the staff had. Well... maybe he shouldn't jump to such a quick conclusion on that one. Perhaps he could be ovethinking things, but Stella didn't seem to be having as good of a time as he was. [Color=gray][i]There's no way I'm going to deal with her family hounding me about why I didn't show their princess a good time. Besides. She deserves it, right?[/i][/color]

Right after he had these thoughts, Stella decided it was a good choice to call Mr. Satan dude their way. Though Oliver had never really had a conversation with the guy, his reputation said enough about him, as well as all the cheers when he had came through the door. After all, there was always some truth in a rumor of you dug deep enough. Maybe he should give Diablo a chance.... 

He quickly changed his mind when Santiago rushed off, leaving him with a wounded looking Stella. 

[Color=gray]"Uh... no worries. But are you okay?"[/color]