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Olle gasped, nodding his head quickly in agreement. "I know! I mean, I can't do shots, because it just hurts and it doesn't taste good, and then I always feel sick, like, right after. But these drinks taste delicious!" He couldn't remember the last time he'd had more than one or two drinks while he was out. Usually he'd taken it easy, the very few times he'd actually gone anywhere where others were drinking. He saw no reason to take it easy tonight, though. There was a try-anything vibe in the air that he was really digging. "We should definitely try all the flavors," he said, giggling and nodding his head again. "Um, what's next on the list?"

“It’s insane how much a lot of alcoholic drinks just taste like juice. When I was a kid I thought all alcohol just tasted nasty and burn-y…” Dawn replied with a small laugh, swirling her straw around her now empty glass. “But I think that’s just because I once snuck a sip of my dad’s scotch when I was 11 and that scarred me for years.” It certainly was any effective way to have her never interested in alcohol like all the teenagers she grew up with. “I was actually just about to get another one. Do you think we should try alllll the different flavours of cocktails tonight?” A mischievous smile bloomed across her face as she presented the suggestion. She wasn’t working for a few days, a rarity for her in recent months and she was prepared to make the most of it. Sure, she’d regret it the next day when the hangover would rear its ugly head, but that was a problem she could deal with later.

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"I think I missed out on that kind of partying. I know a lot of people who talk about how they were in college, and I feel like not going to college sort of took away a lot of experiences," Olle admitted, shrugging. He wasn't sad about it or anything, he didn't think he would have done well in college even if he hadn't been too busy trying to please his boyfriend at the time he could have gone. School wasn't his strong suit, and trying to be successful in some kind of higher education would've probably stressed him out way too much. "That's cute though! I loved being read to, when I was a kid. It was always so nice, because you get to hear a whole story but in the voice of someone who sounds, like, safe. Y'know?"

"Two Dala horses, tack." Agnes placed her drink order once they made it up to the bar area. She specified that one had to be made with Absolut; but the vodka in the other didn't particularly matter. She was just a vodka snob and refused to drink any other type than her beloved Absolut. She wanted Olle to try the drink, to try its wonderful lingonberry flavor and take note of the gorgeous color gradient brought about by how the syrup mixed with the ginger beer and the vodka. As they waited for their drinks, she turned her attention to Olle. "I used to like parties, back when I was in university... Having Gunnar changed that." She admitted. "Now, I would rather spend my nights reading him his favorite Bamse stories until he falls asleep." With how often the toddler requested his Bamse books, it wouldn't be long until he had sight words from the books. It was sometimes wild to think about. Her son was growing up so fast, truly becoming a little human of his own.

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Olle almost jumped when the drink was in front of him. With wide eyes, he looked at the bartender, and then after a moment he smiled just as cheerfully as before. "Thank you!" He called, though the guy looked pretty busy. He sipped happily as he looked around, sort of enjoying the feeling of letting loose, and also intoxication. "It's definitely sweeter than the Adios!" He said, taking another large sip, the drink half gone way too fast. "What ifs aren't so bad. I was with this guy for, like, a really long time, and that didn't go very well. So maybe I would've been better off just thinking about what if I'd gone out with him and stuff, y'know?" Olle looked at Andy, frowning slightly. He was definitely saying more than he meant to, but he wasn't even able to stop it. "There's a drink called Yellow Bird? Like Big Bird?" He asked, looking amused.

Andy turned to Olle and nodded his head, "It looks pretty too. When it's all dolled up." He laughed as he thought about the last time he had seen the drink be dressed up. "It actually could pass as a yellow drink. It has that orangey yellow color." He explained to the best of his knowledge. He knew JJ had overhead since the next thing he knew the Aqua Velva was neatly placed in front of Olle. Andy did a silent head motion since he would know what he wanted. A second later a tall glass of clear sprite was placed in front of him. "Let's see if that one tastes as good as the Adios." He raised his own glass and made a cheers motion. "Oh, I know. Relationships are hard, getting through step one is hardest. But also if you don't shoot your shot you'll always live in the what if's. Is that really a good place to be?" Andy chuckled as he took a sip of his drink. "Yellow huh? I know of three drinks that have the yellow color. Yellow bird, Yellow Jacket and the ....last one is escaping me," JJ jumped in and had offered up Yellow hammer. "Ah, yes. The Yellow Hammer. I always think about who comes up with the drink names."

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Olle's excitement was definitely a mix of alcohol and just genuinely being an excitable person. He wasn't quite as loud about his excitement without the alcohol, but it didn't take much to get Olle excited in general. "It definitely tastes good!" He said, grinning. "It's funny because I can't even tell there's any alcohol in this! I don't really drink usually, 'cause I don't like the burn-y feeling when you swallow it, y'know?" His brows furrowed together when he was told not to fade out too much, and he cocked his head to the side. "You've never wanted to just disappear? Just for a little while?"

Jimmy chuckled and smiled at how excited Olle was. Or maybe it was the alcohol; Jimmy didn't care, he just liked seeing people get excited no matter what the reason was. As a bartender, Jimmy probably knew what kind of drink Olle was consuming but didn't want to start rambling off drinks and their ingredients. "Hey as long as it tastes good, that's all that matters" he laughed. He continued to listen as he spoke about his suit, totally understanding what Olle meant. "Yeah though you don't want to fade out too much," he said, almost lecturing the young one. Not really sure why he felt like he was lecturing, but he didn't want Olle, or anyone, to feel the need to blend in with the crowd. "But I do think the outfit is awesome and definitley not boring!" He grinned.

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The drinks always sounded odd to Olle. On the one hand, he liked passion fruit flavor, he liked vanilla flavor, he liked all kinds of flavors. On the other, just hearing the word 'vodka' made him want to wince. As if he hadn't just drained a whole glass of liquor. "Amaretto sounds pretty," he said after a moment, smiling again. "Aqua velva," he repeated, testing the words on his tongue and nodding. "Okay, I can try that!" Olle didn't even really care what was in it at this point, he was just having fun. His cheeks were still burning when Andy described his relationship to the bartender, and he shrugged bashfully when another bartender was mentioned. "I don't know why I even asked, honestly. My friend isn't so great at shooting his shot. It's pretty nervewracking, y'know?" He looked at the drinks that were already being made, in awe of how the bartenders always seemed able to just throw things in a glass and make it look so easy and yet pretty. "Color? Um, I like yellow," he said, and then laughed. "But I don't know if a yellow drink sounds as cool as that! I definitely want to try one of those," he said, not even attempting to say the name Andy had just said to him.

"From the top of my head no but I do have a text." He brought his phone out and scrolled through the text chain he had with JJ. "The Heather and it's basically a porn star martini. I think it's a passion fruit cocktail made with vanilla flavored vodka but don't take my limited knowledge at face value on that one. The Jackpot which is an amaretto and then the Bet 27 which is the drink you had." He read off the list along with the explanations given to him by his best friend. If he was being honest he didn't read the labels he just drank whatever JJ would make him. "If you liked that one you could try an Aqua Velva. If you ask me what's in that I will be honest with you and say I have no idea but I know someone who can tell us." Andy grinned as he walked through the crowd making sure Olle was still there. "I do." He chuckled and nodded his head. "I have known him since I was six years old. Kind of adopted him as my forever dork. His name is JJ owns the Beach Creek and no he's got a wife but I do know one of his other bartenders he has on call is looking for someone. I think that poor guy is tired of shooting down advances from women." Andy laughed at Olle's quick response. "If your friend wanted to know." He reached the bar where his friend was and lo and behold he was making another colorful cocktail. This time the color being peach and purple. "Oh score. What's your favorite color?" He asked Olle as he leaned over the counter and floofed JJ's hair to get his attention asking what he was making. He turned to Olle then. "That's Peach Violet Empress Gin Sour. Want to try that one?"

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"I am having fun!" Olle was ecstatic just to be there, honestly. He was still trying to lean into the idea that he was young and single, even if it had been months since his boyfriend vanished. He'd gotten too used to being what could only be described as an obedient housewife; it was strange now, having all this freedom. Sometimes it was scary more than exciting. But after drinking some alcohol, Olle was definitely finding it more exciting than scary.

"Are you having fun? I think I saw you do a shot earlier, how was that? I tried a shot once so far, but it kinda burned going down," Olle made a face, shaking his head. "Am I getting messed up? I don't feel messed up. Do I look messed up?" He leaned forward, getting a little closer to Brodie, smiling as he did so. He pulled back when food was offered to him, almost reaching for it, but then seeming to think better of it.

"I don't know how to play poker. But I think I might go watch for a little bit! Everyone sitting at the table looks so serious, I don't think I'd be any good at it. You have to lie kinda, right? I'm no good at lying, I feel like everyone knows what I'm thinking just by looking at me," he joked, shrugging. "Are you unlucky? Because I think I am, too. Maybe if we hang out more it'll cancel the other unluckiness out!"

Brodie was strolling through the party. Having had lost sight of both Jimmy, and not wanting to note Johnny speaking with the birthday girl, the tall male decided to mingle. He lost how many shots he had. His brain fuzzy, but in a fun way. A way that disconnected his head from any thoughts other than the food he was piling on his plate. Looking around for a seat, he decided to go with an unfamiliar face.

The sight of the blue liquid was what caused him to chuckle, hiding the fact it made his stomach flip with memories from his young 20's. Blue was the color to avoid, but the happiness in the other's face made him go against pointing that out. "Hey, looks like you're having fun!" Brodie mentioned in a friendly tone. "Cocktails are good because they taste like juice and you can't tell just how messed up you're getting." The fact rattled off instantly.

"Did you play poker?" He continued on the conversation, taking a bite of one of the sliders on his plate before offering the other to his seat mate. "Luck just isn't in my cards as of late."

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As they approached the bar, Olle leaned on it a bit, smiling and waving at the bartender. There were a few others there getting drinks, but the bartender was kind enough to come and take their orders fairly quickly. "Can I get another one of those blue drinks? I think it was called Adios!" He said, grinning. After Agnes had ordered what she wanted, Olle shook his head in response to her question. "Jag älskar fester!" He said, taking a deep breath and tilting his head back, as if to show her how much he liked soaking up the energy in the room. "It's just been so long since I've been to anything even a little bit like this. I mean, I don't think I've ever actually been to anything like this, but still."

"Tack." Agnes gave a soft nod at the compliment before allowing herself to once again be led in the direction of the bar. Hopefully it wouldn't be too busy once they got there. From the look of things, Olle could really use a drink right about now. "Så tell me... Are you having fun tonight, at least? Eller... Are you like me who hates parties and wants to be home in my bed right now?" Hopefully another drink in her system would fix that. She was trying to make the best of the evening; but it was a task much easier said than done.

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He knew, on some level, that it shouldn't be embarrassing to ask questions about drinks to a bartender. Still, Olle felt embarrassed when he had to ask anyone questions that had answers he felt like he was already supposed to know. He knew he wasn't the smartest person in any room, and usually he felt like people were just going to remind him of that if he said the wrong thing. So he just nodded, smiling at Andy as if Olle wasn't going to be nervous to ask the next bartender questions. "Um, I don't know. I guess I'll probably stick with this one, it was really good! Do you know what the other drink specials were? I don't even remember their names," he admitted with a nervous laugh. "Oh, do you already know the bartender? What's his name? Is he straight?" The question popped out before Olle could think twice, and then he felt his cheeks burning. "Asking for a friend!" He added quickly.

Andy nodded his head as Olle beguiled him with that revelation. "Yeah, I think that's my favorite drink to say and hear others say. I have heard some call it AMF but most just go for adios. Easier said I think. A little word of advice, if you ever have a bartender who makes a face or a huge deal about you asking questions, ask for another bartender to help you. They're not good and usually just bartend to make extra cash not because they enjoy it. I learned that from my friend." He shook his head. "You could never look dumb. There's more than a hundred types of drinks not everyone will know every single one." He hoped that at least helped Olle understand they wouldn't have looked dumb. Andy waved his hand over to follow him, somewhat dodging people who were having a fun time. "So, what's next on your drinks to try or are you sticking with the adios?" He laughed and shook his head. "You got to watch out for the cute ones, those are the dangerous ones." He quipped. "He's alright. If I say he's great then his head will become bigger and who needs a giant headed bartender you know?"

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Olle nodded enthusiastically, taking another sip of his drink. "I don't know what's in any of them, but this one is pretty good! The bartender listed some of the special drinks they have, and I just ordered the one that sounded fun I guess? I don't know. I don't order drinks very much. You know, I can't even remember the last time I went to a bar!" He said with a laugh, shrugging his shoulders. "The only suit I have is a few years old, and it didn't smell so great when I pulled it out. Plus it was boring, and I hate boring. But I think even in this outfit, I could disappear in a sea of people if I wanted to. It's important to be able to fade out," he said, smiling.

Watching the other speak and noticing them blushing, Jimmy smiled. He was always happy to spread the kindness, it was just something he liked to do. He also noticed the glass in his hand, "oh nice. Anything good? I happen to know a thing or two about drinks," he said with a laugh. As one of the bartenders at The Boiler Room, he was pretty well read on cocktails and such. "I was thinking about heading on back there, also I kinda wanted to bother JJ," he said playfully elbowing the other in the ribs. Looking down at his outfit, he shrugged. "Um, not as bright as this one but I do have a blue suit and I used to have a red suit but I don't know what happened to it," he pondered for a moment before shaking his head and shrugging. "Oh yeah, plus they make it easier to find you in a sea of people," he said pointing a finger.

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Olle looked at his glass, cocking his head to the side. Then he looked at Andreas again, and he laughed, nodding. "I should've remembered that! The name is in Spanish," he said, and then he thought for a second. "Well, the first word is, anyway. I think that's why I said that one sounded good, honestly! I didn't know any of the others, and the bartender just sorta listed off names, and I kinda felt like if I asked what was in them then I'd look kinda dumb," he admitted, wrinkling his nose. "Oh, I'll go with you! I need another one," he said, gesturing to his glass of ice again. "He didn't seem too scruffy to me, though. He was cute! Do you not like him?"

Fancy parties were never his cup of tea but passing up a good time wasn't in his DNA either. He left his kids with his ma and the Hewitt matriarch at home so they were covered as far as he was concerned. The whole town wouldn't shut up about this party and it seemed like everyone had indeed arrived. The party was in full swing and he slipped by unnoticed as he had a plan. He had texted his best bud and knew he would end up surprising him. He was well on his way when he heard a voice making him turn his head. First taking notice of the youngster and secondly the blue drink. "Did you get an adios as your first one? Ballsy. I had to work up to that one." He looked around and shook his head. "Not yet. I'm looking for that scruffy looking bartender to make one of those delicious cocktails for me."

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Olle had been a pretty confident kid, but in the past few years he'd lost the majority of that confidence. So it was nice for someone to help him build some of it up again, and Olle appreciated Jimmy's kindness. He was still blushing, though, a norm anytime someone complimented him. "Oh, um, kind of? I've been here long enough to order a drink," he said, raising his glass of blue liquid and smiling. "Do you have suits in other colors, too? I think I saw someone else in a yellow suit! How cool is that? I like the brighter colors, they're so fun!" Olle said cheerfully.

"Thanks, I appreciate it," Jimmy replied, patting Olle's upper arm. Jimmy smiled, hoping to put the young man at ease. "Yeah man, it's awesome. And nah, don't feel silly, I think you're looking great, don't sell yourself short." He said with a smile and a wink. Knowing all too well that he himself, would sell hisself short. Or at least he used to. Jimmy didn't really know Olle too well but he seemed like a cool dude, and he had run into him a few times in the neighborhood since they both live Downtown. "Did you just get here?" He asked and scanned the crowd to get a better vibe of where he should head to first. Then chuckling at Olle's compliment, "this old thing? I just needed an excuse to wear it and thankfully this party came about!"

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After a moment, Olle smiled, though he wasn't entirely sure he believed what she said. It was like a loose string in a sweater. Once it was pulled, it would just keep unraveling, and so his sweater was unraveling. Olle hadn't even realized the loose string was there. "You look really good, too," he said, pushing forward, pulling her along so they could keep walking again. Another drink could help, right? It would at least get his mind off of his own anxiety.

Agnes stopped dead in her tracks as she heard Olle's nervous rambles regarding his choice of attire for the evening. She turned to face him, pulling her hand away from his in order to place both hands on his shoulders as ocean hues looked up to meet dark eyes. "Lyssna på mig, Olle." She began, ensuring she had his full attention before finishing what she had to say. "You look incredible. Så jävla snygg. There are not many people who can look good in a jacket without a shirt; men, you are one of those people. You look fantastic."

She took his focus on how he looked as a chance to ignore his inquiry regarding whether or not everything was okay. She hoped he'd be too focused to realize she hadn't answered. She didn't want to answer. It wasn't such an easy question for her to answer as of late.

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Olle's cheeks turned red, and he shook his head, looking at Agnes almost bashfully. "I didn't forget it, I just didn't wear one," he said, shrugging. Then his smile faded a bit. "Does it look bad? I liked it, but I don't know. I just didn't have any dress shirts to go under it, at least none that fit, and I mean I know the jacket is a little big but I thought without a shirt that would look good and deliberate and stuff," he was rambling again, though this time almost nervously. He'd worn some out-there things back in high school, but not really since. A lot of what he'd worn in his adult life had been based on what Trevor preferred him to wear, and a jacket without a shirt definitely wouldn't have been on that list. Now Olle worried that maybe he should've stuck to something simple.

He caught her tone and her words, and he cocked his head to the side, looking at her with some concern. "Is everything okay?" He asked, gently squeezing her hand.

A buzz was good for Olle. Agnes could tell it led him to unwind. He seemed happy, calm. It was a good look for him. Though despite all that, the fleeting moment where his eyes went sad hadn't gone unnoticed by the brunette. She assumed it had something to do with his mention of Trevor. But as it wasn't her place to pry, she would let that topic drop. If it was something he ever wished to share about further, she'd listen. "Did you forget your shirt?" She opted to change the subject as she caught sight of Olle smoothing out his jacket vest with his free hand. When she'd first seen him at the gala only minutes prior, she'd noticed his lack of a shirt. Not many could pull off such a look; but he certainly made it work. And as long as he was comfortable in what he wore, that was all that mattered. "Eller... Did you want to help me prove to this town that Swedes are just the hottest och you forgot your shirt on purpose?" She teased before switching her tone to answer his inquiry about how she was doing. "Jag... I am surviving." She left it at that despite knowing her words opened the invite for further prompting.

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The man dressed in a pink suit was definitely eye-catching, and Olle didn't mean to stare but he couldn't help it. It was purely out of idolization, Olle absolutely loving the outfit. He'd even accessorized in a way that Olle found nice to look at. So when Jimmy complimented his outfit, Olle felt his cheeks blushing and he smiled almost bashfully. "Thank you! Do I? I felt a little bit silly when I got here, everyone looks so nice and I didn't have that many options," he admitted. He'd thought the oversized jacket (it had been Trevor's, after all) had been more or less fashionable with the half-pants and sparkly mesh over his legs, but it was the type of outfit he hadn't been able to wear in years. So it was taking a little used to, now. "You look incredible!" He said after a moment, grinning again.

Open starter: for Dupont Moreau Casino Royale

Arriving fashionably late, Jimmy had on a cool suit, cool sunglasses and his favorite pinky ring and watch. He tossed the keys to the valet attendant, and strode into the huge mansion. Scanning the crowd to get a vibe of how things were going, he took off his sunglasses and put them into the breast pocket of his jacket. Rubbing his hand through his brown hair, he made his way deeper into the house. "Well don't you look fancy" he replied as he put a hand on the other's shoulder.

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"Exactly!" Olle practically shouted it, always excited to talk about the benefits certain foods could have on one's skin. He could also talk for days about the effects those same foods had on other parts of the body, as well. All-natural remedies were his thing, after all. If he'd had the brains for medical school, he might have gone into a career where he could really help people with that knowledge. As it was, he used it at the spa he worked at, and it had made him popular enough.

Olle nodded, looking around again. He actually felt comfortable in the crowd, something he couldn't have said just a year ago. Odd, how things could change so quickly in one's life. "Trevor never would've wanted to come to this," he said, and for a moment he looked sad, but he perked up almost immediately again. "I love dressing up, though! And I've never had drinks like these, either," he said, one hand smoothing the front of his jacket, which he'd buttoned over absolutely nothing, the open v of his jacket revealing his bare chest. "Jag mår bra! And you?"

"Lingon have many of the same benefits for the skin as blueberries... I wrote a paper about them in högstadiet." Agnes shared, pausing momentarily to remember that particular paper she'd written. It had been so fascinating to learn about all the wonderful properties held by lingonberry, about how they contained quercetin which could aid in slowing down the aging process of one's skin as well as reduce the lasting effects of sun damage. They also possessed anti-inflammatory and anti-bacterial properties, both of which could aid in treating skin conditions such as acne. They truly were such a wonderful little berry. And they tasted phenomenal—especially when paired with köttbullar and mashed potatoes.

While Agnes had never been one for physical touch, Olle was one of the few individuals she was fine with allowing to touch her. She felt his hand reach out for hers as he began leading the pair of them in the direction of the bar. Intertwining their fingers, she allowed herself to be led back in the direction of which she'd actually just come. She knew when they arrived at the bar, Jette was surely going to make some sort of comment about how she needed to venture out at the party instead of constantly come to annoy him.

On their way to the bar, the brunette figured she might as well offer up some small conversation. "Så... hur mår du? Are you enjoying the gala och all its fancy glory?"

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Olle was really jumping into the theme of the evening head-first, or trying to. Despite having literally no idea what he was doing, he'd thrown the chips that he did have down on the craps table, having heard a lot of whooping and cheering coming from that particular table as some person rolled their dice. Now he'd been there for a little while, cheering and hollering along with everyone else, but he still had no idea what was happening.

The expression on his face was so obliviously happy, though. Smiling and laughing and even jumping up a few times when the people next to him cheered. When a hand found his shoulder, he turned to look at Salem and his grin only grew. "Oh, I have no idea what's going on," he admitted, laughing. Then the dice were rolled, and he looked excitedly at the stickperson, who was kind enough to look at Olle and shake their head (because by now they'd realized Olle needed them to tell him if he was doing okay), and Olle noticed that the last of his chips were taken. Still smiling, he shrugged and took a step back, turning to look at Salem again. "I think I'm out," he said, shrugging. "But it was very fun, you should try it!"

location: dupont moreau residence

salem had arrived to the party alone but excited for the festivities ahead. after walking into the home and scanning through the sea of strangers it seemed like the whole town was in attendance when she noticed just how packed out the place was. she looked around at all the slot machines and gambling tables in awe, really feeling like she'd been transported to vegas. the whole theme was right on the nose for heather, very glamorous and over the top like the birthday girl. she was impressed to say the very least. she wasn't much of a gambler and never learned how to play card games, so she decided to be a spectator for a bit at the tables. she strolled over to the craps table after spotting a familiar face laser focused on the current game. "i don't even see how you're playing this right now, i'm actually so stressed out just watching." she teased while resting her hand on the others shoulder for a moment. "please tell me you know what you're doing? i'd hate for you to go bankrupt." she said with a laugh.

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Olle loved seeing Agnes around town, and he had been so excited to see her here. Granted, he sort of missed Gunnar, but it wasn't like he expected to see the baby at this sort of place. Parties weren't for small children. Olle may not have been the brightest bulb, but he could at least recognize that much. Still, he leaned into Agnes a bit, their shoulders smushed together, and grinned happily when she spoke. She was one of the very few people he knew nowadays that spoke to him in a language that brought back memories he kept pushed so, so far back in his brain. The mix of Swedish and English reminded him so much of his mother, when she spoke to other people in the community he'd been raised in for a few of his earlier years. "Ja!" He said in response to whether or not he liked lingon, even if she'd already answered the question for him. "It's good for your skin, did you know? How do you think I keep looking so young?" He patted his own cheek and then smiled again, handing her his empty glass without thinking about what he was doing.

With one last glance at the poker table, he nodded and looked back at Agnes. "Kom så går vi," he said, starting towards where he knew the drinks were. As he moved, Olle took Agnes' hand lightly in his own to pull her along, always one to be touching whoever he was with without thinking anything of it.

Now that she had a few drinks in her system, being at Heather's gala didn't feel as torturous as it had when she first arrived. Yes, there was still part of Agnes that wanted to find any excuse to leave and go home; but there was now part of her that was looking for enjoyment in the evening's festivities.

Hearing a familiar voice, the brunette turned until ocean hues landed on the source of the voice: Olle. If she was being perfectly honest, she hadn't expected to see him here; but alas, here he was. Listening to his words and taking note of his buzzed nature, the older Swede couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped her lips. "We need to get you a Dala horse. It is my specialty drink och the best cocktail you will ever have in your life... Now do not disappoint me with your response to this question. Do you like lingon?" If he didn't, she was going to have to shun him until he came to his senses. "Actually, why am I asking? Självklart you like lingon. Now let us get you that drink... Poker can wait." What was it with everyone mentioning the poker table? Agnes had zero interest in playing poker and had made that known to multiple people at the party thus far. However, her conversations somehow kept making their way back to that particular card game.