It's so fucking absurd, Olivia can't help but laugh and clink her glass to Jason's. "This is what I get for always being picked first for kickball, obviously." Maybe this place is some kind of purgatory. Though she's not here because of kickball. That's silly.

"I think you're right, though. It's going to happen a lot more." She takes a long drink, tilting her head just enough so she can check the bartender's whereabouts out of the corner of her eye for herself. Not that she doesn't trust Jason's keeping tabs on things. "It's like we have ringside seats," she chimes cheerily. She lowers her voice to a conspiratorial murmur, "Or maybe we're just waiting for our turn to tag in."