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“I' you a hard time,” Oliver said “Ease up You'll learn that I like to joke around a lot”
Her slass of chane each Then he called for the waitress, who approached quickly
“Three more bottles of Dom,” he said, as he pulled a wad of hundreds out of his front pocket “And another bottle of Patron”
Oliver handed her a handful of the bills, without even bothering to count
“Keep the change,” was all he said
A stray fan pushed past security He earing a blue and white jersey with Oliver's number on it He clamored over the velvet rope that separated the VIP section from the rest of the club He knocked a few drinks over as he made his way toward Oliver
What in the hell is this guy doing? Oliver asked himself
“Lance,” the guy said, clearly inebriated “Oliver Lance You're n my jersey Please”
Three security guys approached the an to pull him away
“Hold up,” Oliver said “He just wants an autograph”
Oliver stood up and quickly signed the back of thefor security to finish what they had started
“Thank you so er said, as security pulled him back into the crowded club “You just made my entire week!”
Oliver chuckled to hi his head It happened every tirocery store, in line at the bank or just trying to walk his dog around the park Inevitably, there would be a point when so for his attention
Typically, they'd want soet other offers, too It wasn't uncoirl to approach him and offer her bed up, which he was known to accept on occasion He was living the kind of lifein this world that was going to put an end to that At least, not if Oliver had any say in it
The booze was really kicking in now He didn't kno h, but it was a lot His best friends were all drunk, at least froreat time, which is what really ht if it meant that he and his team would have memories for a lifetime
“Hey, Sean, why do you not have a drink in your hand?” Oliver looked toward his best receiver, who hadn't dropped the football once in three full seasons He was Oliver's good friend and colleague, and the high respect he held for him was completely mutual