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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[color=7d16c7]Location:[/color]  Common Room
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Oliver watched, with a smile spreading across his face as he saw he wasn't the only hacker on the team. There was a slight hint of spite in his eyes at the notion that she might be better than him, and he just laughed it off. Him getting caught was a once in a blue moon kind of thing, and was unlikely to happen again anytime soon. "[color=7d16c7]Kudos for spoofing his numbers, that was smart.[/color]" He said as she walked off, making a mental note to be sure to talk to her more later.

This was cut short, however, by the sudden violence that seemed to transpire. Once the men who'd been quiet for the whole night, suddenly turned green, and almost elf like in appearance, and started trying to stab Novikova. Thinking quickly, he grabbed a bottle of vodka from the table, and gritted his teeth as he uncorked it. Running up to Roman, and splashed the alcohol right in his face. As he was distracted and trying to get it out of his eyes, Oliver went for the knife, and managed to get it out of Roman's hands, albeit getting a nasty scrape across his palm. In almost a moment of rage, Oliver clocked him over the head with the bottle, scattering glass of the floor, and making a nice new bump on the alien's head.