The games had switched so quickly Oliver had barely gotten the time to process the fact that he was now seated in an exposed part of the crowd. He had previously made it very clear that he wasn't participating in truth or dare, yet found himself facing the damning neck of a bottle.<br/>The sight and the realisation made Oliver exhale an awkward, little laugh as he shook his head. "No, I'm not playing -"<br/>"What is<span style="font-style: italic">up</span>with you guys," moaned the same girl, who had suggested for Draco to take off his shirt. "This is not how any of these games work, you cannot just chicken out -"<br/>"Okay, fine," Oliver dismissed her words, not being in any mood to hear her finish her speech. Instead, he cleared his throat, and turned towards Draco. "Hi, pleasure - I'm Oliver, I don't think we've been formally introduced," a toothy grin appeared on his features as he spoke. "And please, don't take any offence; I'm just not a huge fan of these games."