Oz was setting up with the band, they'd been asked to play tonight at the party, after the fireworks. Oliver was a friend so Oz had agreed easily. Most of the kit was in place and he was just tuning his guitar when he heard the door. Looking round, he noticed he was the closest and ambled over, guitar still in hand, to open it.
'Hey.' He stepped aside to let Cho past and let the door swing shut behind her. 'I think Oliver is... around.' He nodded vaguely in the direction of the garden, a tiny wry smile on his lips. 'Drinks are in the kitchen, band is in the living room, bonfire is out the back.'
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