Location- Manor kitchen<br/>Time- Three p.m.<br/>Players- Oliver and Angel<br/><hr/><br/>As Angel took off her jacket, Oliver couldn't help but take in the sight of the woman's figure, even if it was for just a moment. And no man alive would blame him for that moment, considering how gorgeous Angel was. Letting out a small chuckle, Oliver followed her to the fridge before leaning on the counter idly. "Nothing more than that I am needed for a protection detail and my mission in London would have to wait. Oh, and that we would be going to some club, so I would have to dress for such. More than likely why they gave me the overnight ticket now that I think of it..." he said, trailing off into thought before shaking his head and returning his attention to his old acquaintance.<br/><br/>"I guess I won't be able to carry my blade into the club with me, which certainly makes things more difficult. I'll have to settle on knives then. But in any case, I doubt they brought you back from death to attend some party for the stuffy council members and royals. What do you know and why don't I know it yet?" he asked, giving a sly smirk that played right into his youth in comparison to her. She would always have hundreds of years on him, just as he would on most of the coven that still lived in these halls.