Location- Manor kitchen<br/>Time- Three thirty p.m.<br/>Players- Oliver and Angel<br/><hr/><br/>Oliver's eyebrow raised at the comment about the 70's, though he understood what she meant it didn't mean he could relate to the sentiment she intended. "I'm sorry Angel, but the past thirty years have been something of a whirlwind compared to previous centuries. Saying the 70's is like modern times is like saying the 1500's are like the 1800's. A lot has happened in the world in a short time my dear, and it seems we need to get you caught up," he said in as polite of a tone as he could manage, clearly showing the respect that came from student to master. Drinking his coffee slowly, he looked out the window at the world of mortals, a world that was as ever changing as the people that lived in it.<br/><br/>"And since you have been out of the game for so many years, let me help you find something to wear to the club. I believe we have a closet or two that you could raid. And I still need to figure out what I'll be wearing, so you might as well help me with that as well," Oliver concluded as he set down his mug, picking up his sword in it's place. Undoing a single buckle from it, he wrapped the now loose strap around his waist before redoing the buckle, settling the blade over his left hip. "Coming?"