Oliver tried to keep his mind on the task at hand. The task being Morissa rubbing her plump breasts in his face and gyrating her hips in a motion made to look like a sex act. However, try as he might, his thoughts and his preoccupations were a hundred miles away. He was worried. Worried about the rushed engagement, his job, even his friendship with his two best friends, Donald and Adrian. Oliver had known the two males for as long as he could remember. The three of them were mayhem to any local babysitter as children and while he saw his two best friends go in different directions, he was still there to support and have their backs. Right now, his own eyes strayed from Morissa's backside over to Donald as he made his way to sit down next to him, a red plastic cup held out to him in offering.<br/><br/>At age thirty, Oliver had his dream job at the local art gallery. When he was made head of the gallery showing he was over the moon. He had his soon to be wife Sylvia, his two best buds here to celebrate the occasion and yet it did not sit well with him. Things were Sylvia were progressing too fast and he was in over his head thinking it was the right time to ask her to marry him. Yes, the two had dated for two years but how much could he know about Sylvia in two years? Recently with the engagement, he saw a new side of Sylvia he was not too fond of and he irritated him because he knew that if he had waited it out, maybe he might not have rushed into this engagement. Sure, right now he had time to keep the engagement a long one but already Sylvia was making plans for the two of them to meet a priest to go through pre-marriage counseling.<br/><br/>"Thanks, man," Oliver answered in regards to the drink but not to Sylvia and him carving out a happy life together. With this beer, he was on his sixth alcoholic drink, hoping to find oblivion at the bottom of the plastic cup or shot glass but it never came. He was buzzed, of course, but he was not to the point where he could really give two shits about anything. His mind was focused on how to explain to Adrian and Don that he may not be in love with Sylvia and he had proposed to her as a way to gauge her love for him as well. When he mentioned an engagement ring, it had not been intended to actually be a proposal to Sylvia. He was a fool to mention it around her and not expect for her to assume nothing of it. As soon as the words left his mouth, she started to whoop and jump up an down, demanding to see the ring. When he had no ring to give, she started to pout and yell at him to grab her engagement ring.<br/><br/>Any woman who demands her ring should not be getting married. Instead, he had given her a ring his father had given him as a graduation gift in college. It satisfied her for now but for Oliver, he knew the relationship was not going to end well. He just needed advice from his friends on how to handle the situation and get out of it before it started to progress to engagement dinners and wedding rehearsals. Sitting on the bed, Oliver sighed and rubbed his forehead. Already, he felt a headache coming on and it was only pushed him further to find out answers from his friends. With Donald, he may not get heterosexual relationships but maybe he had some advice on how to break up with someone and keep the dramatics from going overboard. When he felt Adrian's arm around him, he smiled and opened his eyes. "Actually, I am an unlucky bastard. I want out of my relationship with Sylvia," he muttered, glancing over to Donald to see his reaction as well.