AN: For all of you Ollie lovers out there, definitely read this chapter. I know we all want Mitchel to cry on our shoulders, but unfortunately, he's in California and I'm on the East Coast, but if he's ever got a concert nearby…I'm here for him…and Cody…and Nick Jonas. I couldn't help but post this, even though I just did one yesterday. I also have some good news concerning my computer, it will be fixed soon! In the next week, so not long after 30 Kisses will be back up and running. Yay! I've missed it so much, and I've finished it completely as of today! I just have to upload…

o just wants a drink

Despite growing up with the queen of the high society, Blair Waldorf, throwing brunches, charity functions and cocktail parties 24/7 in their living room, Oliver always felt left out at Miley's parties. It wasn't that he was outnumbered by her prissy girlfriends. She always invited his core four, Jake, Todd, Matt, and Lucas. He never ran out of things to say and flopped about like a fish on dry land, in fact Miley practically custom-fitted her conversations so he could just drop in a line now and then and still come out the smartest and most cultured guest of the party, with the exception of her, of course. And she never left him underfed, she'd even buy his favorite Ice Cream Sundae flavored Pop tarts in case he got sick of the usual crap with fancy French name that all tasted the same. It was just, why did he feel so…

His thoughts were interrupted by a pair of breasts pressing into his back. "Hi sailor," This was one of Miley's favorite lines. She must have picked it up in one of her women's novels. They were the same romance novels his mother read, Gone with the Wind and Danielle Steele but if he called them that she got all mad and threw things at him, so he hadn't since they were thirteen.

"Hi," He mumbled, biting his lip. Why did she feel like teasing him? Hadn't she done that enough? He had turned around to excuse himself to the bathroom when he saw the dress. Usually Miley was obsessed with classy, old Hollywood dresses that his mother loved and often picked out for his girlfriend during her frequent trips to Barney's and Bendel's. This though, it was a strapless black cocktail dress that was completely unlike anything he'd ever seen her in…it was short, tight, low cut, and made her small B-cups look huge. Naïve little Oliver, haven't you ever heard of padding? "Miley," He breathed, pulling her to him. She beamed up at him. "You look..." He paused. The first word that came to his mind was hot, but that would get him nowhere with her except back in the doghouse. "Beautiful," He mumbled shyly, kissing her forehead tenderly. Her eyes shined, and he knew he was in.

"Come on," She whispered, tugging him gently towards the bedroom. She'd have him now, and whatever she wants, she gets. Sound familiar?