And there might be a time in the future when Oliver can appreciate those jokes, both about her own death and almost death and the few times he's managed to just skirt it himself.
But not today. Things are still too raw.

Then Sara is coming back with two shot glasses and a smirk that spells out trouble in bright neon letters. Oliver shakes his head as he takes the glass. "I am going to regret this, aren't I?"

But regret won't stop him tonight. Oliver clinks his glass with hers and knocks it back. Coughs. Oh yeah. He's already regretting it and the liquor hasn't even hit his bloodstream yet. "Yes. Yes I am already regretting it."