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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color]  Common Room
[color=7d16c7]Skills: N/A[/color] 
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A look of shock crossed Oliver's face at the sequence of events that just unfolded in front of him. After chugging straight from a bottle of what he could only assume was some kind of liquor, Santa Claus proceeded to deck somebody in the face. Letting out a nervous laugh, he took a few steps back away from the man. He turned his attention to Tinley, and nodded. He was determined to have fun here, even if it killed him, which, it seemed it might at this point. The idea of an open bar sounded nice to him though, a drink seemed like something he'd be needing later on tonight. 

Turning his attention to those who introduced themselves to him, he smiled back and said, "[color=7d16c7]It's nice to meet all of you, I'm Agent Oliver Sulivan, but you can all call me Oliver.[/color]" Looking back over at Raynor nervously, he asked, "[color=7d16c7]Does that happen a lot?[/color]" with an uncertain tone in his voice, "[color=7d16c7]and if so, how do I make sure it doesn't happen to me?[/color]" He then looked at Tempest specifically, being reminded by her suggestions of college ice breakers, he thought they sounded a bit funny. Still, it's be fun. "[color=7d16c7]I'd play a game, yeah.[/color]" He agreed. That sounded like just the way to get some alcohol in his body, and get to know everybody at the same time.