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(( I had permission to write Oliver from Grey! ))

Harley had done a pretty good job at weaselling her way into Oliver's life. The chance meeting at the infirmary lead to a few more rather purposeful meetings as the days progressed, each of them finding the red head sitting on the foot end of the new Intermediate's bed, either chatting with him or reading...and once, taking a nap between duties. After a while he had gotten used to her, and simply accepted her presence without paying it much thought; there was something to her being there, it seemed. Something that made him feel a little less lonely. Considering she visited fairly regularly, it seemed that it was mutual.

Eventually Oliver had been released from the infirmary, and all that changed was the location of where she bothered him.

Except, one day, he put her to work. The room was a mess with birthday and get-well gifts, and he wanted it a little tidier; so she helped him pick up his room, organized it, and at some point during that his AC had cut out - which was rather normal, he insisted in that sheepish way he had, even when he was telling the truth. It made clean up difficult, and in the end, they were both wiped; Oliver, who was still not up to par, opted for a nap.

The last thing he heard was Harley asking him a question, and before he slipped into unconsciousness, he nodded.

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That was how Harley ended up, unsurprisingly, in her brightest pink underwear while sitting on the foot end of Oliver's bed, her legs crossed and a sketchbook of dinosaur doodles open on her lap with a book by her hip. The newly promoted Intermediate was snoozing on the other end, curled up around his pillows, oblivious to the state of his friend.

It was a quiet end to a fairly productive day, and Harley let out a small sigh of content, shaking out her hair to attempt to get some much-needed air on her too-warm back.

Damn you, broken AC. Damn you.

The knock was what woke Oliver from his nap, drowsy and disoriented. There was no infirmary smell. And it was soft, not only had he curled up around one big, plush dinosaur, but he had shifted while he napped and was half covered by plushies of pokemon and smaller dinosaurs.

Apparently a girl in her underwear was enough to obscure the rest of him from view.

When he sleepily realized he could hear Finn talking, the boy sat up with a yawn. "Finn, hi..." Oliver rubbed his eyes, the nap had not restored much energy. Rather, it had left him with an unsettled feeling in his stomach. Perhaps that was how it had to be. A few good cries and finally a cleared psychological evaluation didn't mean he wouldn't have things left to resolve.

But Finn had visited, and that was enough to muster a weak smile. "Did you need something? Oh, have you met..." One glance over at Harley, and his words disappeared in his throat.

Oliver could have been standing in the middle of the room and Finn probably would have been too focused on the near naked girl to notice him. However, he had at least had a glimpse, but between Harley's body and Oliver being buried beneath plushies, there had really been no sign of the younger man. But once he did move, and talk, it became quite a bit more obvious where he had been hiding.

And he was fully clothed. Cue Finn's utter disappointment in the life intermediate.

But still, it was quite the scene, and Finn could not even fathom how it had come to be. Not that he really had much time to ponder it, as Harley, as it turned out her name was, came trotting on over to introduce herself. He took her hand in his with that same cold smile on his face that he gave everyone, giving it a light shake before releasing. "Finn Connor. Pleasure is all mine, darling, trust me." The smile widened, and he gave a small nod.

"I suppose so. I actually just stopped by to see how he was feeling, but with you as his company, I'm guessing he's doing more than okay."

And then he glanced past her towards Oliver. "You know, I hate to be the one to tell you this, princess, but before anything fun can happen, you're supposed to take your clothes off too." A long sigh was added on to the end of that.

"I guess I really should have given you that demonstration we talked about."

"I'm sure you think so." Harley grinned at Finn, happy as ever. She looked between the pair of them as one assumed rather odd things and the other tried very hard to deny what never happened. A blink or two later and she shook her head.

"Hey! I object, you can have plenty of fun with your clothes on." Harley puffed out her cheeks, folding her arms under her chest. "Or when one person has their clothes on. Fun can still be had!" But it occurred to her that it was not what he meant, to which she continued:

"It was warm, okay? And Ollie said I could." That about cleared it up, as far as she was concerned. "So! Finn, huh? Like that kid with the bunny hat and dog on TV?" She pressed her hands against the sides of her head, index fingers up to indicate ears - or perhaps antlers, it was hard to say. "That's a nice name." She tilted her head, appraising him with a very obvious look from head to toe. "Though you're a lot more badass looking than the kid on TV."

Then, subtly, she leaned over and whispered You have hot friends to poor Oliver.

"Are you gonna leave? If you have time, maybe you could hang out with us?" Hot friend aside, potential new friend was always better. "We could dig out a game or something - wait." Now she turned to Oliver, looking slightly down at him. "Do you have games we could all play?"

Wait... when did he say she could take her clothes off? Oliver wracked his brain, and could only conclude it had been before he fell asleep. She had been talking, happily babbling on as sometimes she did, and he had been very sleepy... Oh. Oh dear. Maybe he had given an agreeable murmur or something...

Oliver, blushing ridiculously, shook his head, he had no games. It was on his list of things to do, get a game system, but his embarrassment precluded any explanation, any words, even a nod or head shake to reply to Harley's whispered assessment of his friend.

However, the invitation to play games was a quick turning point. Oliver didn't even hear the part about alcohol or clothes.

"We could play video games in your room?" He asked brightly, wide-eyed and earnest. One could just imagine a puppy with it's tail wagging away in excitement.

At some point Finn might have forgotten that Oliver was still there. This new girl was just such a delight, even if her AT knowledge was a little bit off. "He's sixteen now, actually, but details." He grinned, quite liking that she had called him both hot and badass in practically the same breath. Plus, he apparently had swagger.

Yep, sorry Oliver. Finn might have been considering throwing this girl over his shoulder caveman style to take back to his room....or not because that wasn't actually allowed.

Crap.

At this point, he did remember Oliver, and his gaze went back over to his young friend. "Yes. Of course." He sounded almost surprised by Oliver's question, as if it was common knowledge that he could come over to play at any time.

Back to Harley, and her enthusiastic cheering which he might have hoped would turn into full on bouncing up and down in excitement.

Wait, party? Other friends? Everyone in their underwear?

He smiled, cold, but coupled with the words. "Sure, sweetheart. Why not?"

"You in, princess?"

"...Wait is he? Really? I missed something!" Harley nearly wailed, slapping her hands to her cheeks to pull on them a little bit, before dropping the act entirely. "Either way he's still jail bait, and you are not." If Finn was also sixteen, she was going to cry a little bit. It would be such a shame to lose a nice someone to look at. "Hopefully." She added, feeling it important to do so.

Unfortunately for Finn, her cheering did not turn into bouncing. Those puppies stayed put for the most part, general movements aside.

"Nope!" She chirped in matter-of-fact delight to poor Oliver's question. "It's an underwear party, soooo~" She was sure he was smart enough to connect those particular dots. There was a moment as she reflected on his reasoning behind the question, a moment that was semi-rare, and then she continued: "Beside, pshaw, Ollie, it's just underwear. Like being in a bathing suit! Hey there's that - you can wear a bathing suit if it'll make you more comfortable." She mused, tapping her chin with a slender finger.

But she did turn away from them to lean down and pick up her shorts and tank top, and kept her back to them while she put them back on as if trying to be private about it, though it was mostly because she couldn't be bothered turning around so many times right away. Jean shorts were as short as ever, and her tank top was the favourite white one with 'THE SILENT PROTAGONIST' written on the front in big black letters.

When she finally turned back to the boys, she had her phone in her hands - where ever it had come from.

"What room is yours?" She asked Finn, her head down to play with her phone.

Finn's threat did indeed put a stop Oliver's protests. At least, his verbal ones. The thoughts running through his mind were all too easy to read with the way he protectively clutched his arms to his chest. There was no way to make the situation any easier except for passing up on the video games, and that was hardly an option worth considering.

"What about pyjama pants- um, shorts, I mean?" He squeaked hopefully, his question directed mostly towards Hattie now that she was dressed in a less revealing manner. Pyjama shorts were kind of like underwear and kind of like a bathing suit, but a bit more comfortable than either of the former. And with any luck, it would be taken as an effort to comply rather than protest and make Finn go nude.