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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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	As conversation went around him, Oliver made his way over to the open bar to fix himself a drink so he could play. Fixing himself a scotch on the rocks, he returned to the group, soon enough to clearly not drink at Maria's turn. That was indeed, outside of the scope of things he'd done. He turned a little red at Tempest though, and nonchalantly, took a sip. Quickly distracting himself, he nodded at Niah, "[color=7d16c7]Well, I hope you find joy in the new year.[/color]" He smiled at her. It was a shame they wouldn't get to know each other, but such was life. He'd put together that Raynor was a hot head though, not many people could punch somebody in the face practically unprovoked and [i]not[/i] be. He'd know to choose his words carefully around him.

	Looking around the group, he figured he may as well go, and said, "[color=7d16c7]Never have I ever thrown up from drinking too much.[/color]" He said, taking a drink as he did. That was one thing he was lucky enough to have missed out on. Not that he didn't drink, that was evidenced enough from him partaking in this, he'd just always stopped before it became too much. He considered himself lucky for that, he'd seen many people go through that, and the hangovers that follow, and that was something he never wanted to experience. He looked around at the group, and was interested to see who might've. At this point, he was essentially building up a profile of all these people, knowing what all he could about his new teammates could be very important, depending on the type of work he'd be doing. The more data one has, of course, the better predictive models they can build.