[U][I]Oliver Long & Todd Thompson[/U] - The Administration Office[/I]

Oliver took the slap to his hand like a champ and gripped his hand just as firmly. Now he really felt like one of the boys. It was a good thing he was a returner, too. Oliver was dying for an in with the older crowd since a lot of the newbies were younger than him. Amusement drew up the corners of his lips. He had confidence. And Oliver liked that. 

"Quite a name you got for yourself there, Todd Thompson, the baddest of the bad," He remarked, "I'll be honest. I've been looking to shake things up around here." He released his hand and tucked his fingers into the pockets of his jeans. "You know where our room is?"

"Not a fuckin' clue," Todd answered, digging into his pocket and pulling out the envelope he'd pretended to read earlier. "Ah, see here. Yeah. You got your key? I got mine. I'mma get out tonight, hang with my guys and celebrate that the gang's all together again. You want in? My cos can actually make any chemical I want him to, you're probably creative enough to know what that usually means around here."