Ollie's Boy (Private)

[Bandit Keith]

Oliver Queen like normal was out on the town tonight but for once in the long time hes been on a so far undisturbed night with some none league buddies and enjoying none hero based fun but hes about to find now that hes driving home that the night is soon to turn serious

[Gothicruby]

Within the grandiose halls Oliver Queen's mansion, something was definitely amiss.

Well, more accurately; it was a mess.

While Ollie had been out, having a good old time with the boys, his estranged ward Roy Harper had been having quite the 'party' all on his own. When he'd hopped the mansion's gate's, the twenty-five year old had been on his tenth beer and starting an eleventh as he hurled a rock through the front window and let himself in to his old home to raid the old liquor cupboard for something stronger.

Now, two hours later, Roy Harper was well and truly wasted; hunched up on the kitchen floor with an empty bottle of gin clutched to his chest, tears streaming down his cheeks and a puddle of piss quickly forming all around him.

[Bandit Keith]

Ollie soon found the first sign something was amiss when he seen the lights in his house on and well he may not admit it to those in the league he does have on a semi-normal basis break ins of his mansion via his estranged ward,so hes not that worried but just to be safe he got his pistol he keeps in his car just encase this isn't Roy and had it held as he entered his house. Yet upon hearing crying coming from the kitchen that clearly belongs to Roy so he set his pistol on the houses entry way table and made his way to the kitchen hoping he can atleast calm Roy enough to get everything worked out and then make good on his word from what he told a sober Roy if his mansion was broke in again and it was Roy who was the culprit

[Gothicruby]

"Where the hell've ya been!" Roy immediately accused, swerving a drunken hand out to point 'menacingly' at where he thought Ollie was standing.

With his navy trucker hat sitting askew on the mop of red hair, and him being pretty much soaked from the rear down, there was very little about Roy that could be considered remotely threatening at this moment. Yet he continued to gesture wildly to around about-ish where Ollie was standing as if this were any other scrap between them.

"You'were s'posed to be here!" The red head continued to slur "Y'were! An' ya weren't!"

Suddenly, another loud sob burst from his hunched form--more or less breaking his 'menacing' facade.

"Gin!" He blubbered pitifully, flailing the empty glass bottle out for Ollie to see "All've it! All the good gin's gone!"

[Bandit Keith]

Ollie couldn't help but be slightly amused despite himself over the whole scene starting from the first fact that Roy was literally pointing at Ollies reflection thats in a mirror and the amusement was added to by the fact Roy was trying to be threatening while being soaked .

''Actually I put the cheapest Gin I could find in the good gin bottles''Ollie stated serious as it serves two purposes when Roy breaks in the truly good gin is safe hidden away in a hidden compartment and it fools the newbie drinkers or underage people that sneak into the cabinet

''Now lets get you cleaned up and get you something to wear then we'll sort this out in the morning'' Really Ollie being this casual about this whole thing proves how common this happens with Roy breaking in and either already being wasted or getting wasted after the break in

[Gothicruby]

Well cheap or not, that stuff had still done a good job of keeping Roy plastered.
With the heat of his outburst passed, he seemed to have settled into something of a more stable mood--grumpy though it was.

"Nu-uh..." he pouted drunkenly from where he sat; slumping against the wall, with the empty bottle still clutched to his chest, into some sort of tired daze "No...mine, my bottle, no...go'way, no."

Clearly, he wasn't going to (or even able, to be fair) be standing up of his own accord, though probably wouldn't be putting up a fight either.

[Bandit Keith]

''You can have the bottle''Ollie stated not that he cared about the bottle even though he'd have preferred to keep it in his position bur if it helps the plastered Roy be more cooperative then Roy can have it.

Still Ollie noticed the trouble Roy would have with walking at the moment went to Roy and got in a position for Roy to put a arm over his shoulder

[Gothicruby]

With little more than an annoyed grunt, Roy let Ollie heft him from the floor and take his weight as he stumbled slightly where he stood.

The room was running a mile a minute, yet he seemed far too buzzed to worry much about anything beyond bringing the empty bottle up to hold at his lip. Absentmindedly, he sucked the rim a moment--draining the last few drops--before his head sank heavily against Ollie's shoulder again.

"I wan'nother bottle..." he pouted into the blonde man's ear.

[Bandit Keith]

''You've had enough but if you behave you can have a bottle before I make you go to bed''Bargained Ollie as that might placate the plastered Roy for what is to come that and Ollie felt to try something abit manipulative by putting gin into a bottle a baby bottle for this night only.

Regardless Ollie took Roy to the bathroom and started to undress his estranged wards lower half as bathing someone as drunk as Roy wouldn't be safe for Roy and well Ollie wanted Roy to bed as soon as possible

[Gothicruby]

"Yeah...cool...!"

Truly, it was remarkable just how less of a menace Roy seemed to be with that promise dangling infront of him; sure, he mightn't have had any idea as to what his adoptive father might've had planned, but it was truly vague enough to keep him happy.

The only problem now was the oncoming 'down.'

As Ollie went ahead unbuckling his soaking pants and pulling them down, Roy began to squirm and fidget in place.

"mmnn...quit it..." he groaned in feeble protest, though ended up leaning forward enough to wind up with his chin on Ollie's shoulder and little more fight than that "What're ya doin'...those're m'pants..."