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Oliver had been outside checking the bonfire when the pups who had been playing nearby barked and ran towards the house. Realising that meant someone must have arrived Oliver stood from his crouched position and made his way inside.

Coming into the entranceway, a couple of minutes after the pups Oliver grinned spotting five dogs playing together and make quite a bit of noise. Just from the dogs who had arrived Oliver knew who had arrived.

"Hey," he wandered over, making sure to step over the pile of fluff that were their dogs. "Glad you could make it," Oliver would have been surprised about the pair that were stood in front of him, but after catching them snogging in a dark corridor he expected it. When he had found them, Oliver had caused a nasty fight which left him and George not talking, but now Oliver realised his friend deserved to be happy. If it was Flint that made George happy then so be it.

"Alcohol is in the kitchen and when the fireworks go off I've set up a pen outside for the dogs which is soundproof and stops any sparks from getting too close," Oliver tried to remember everything he needed to say.