Kiss or Diss (BREN)

Oliver wasn't planning on going to the Winter Festival today. He had had a little bit too much cocoa the day before and his stomach ached. Instead, he chose to walk a small path into the snow that led from his cabin to Thalia's Pine and back. He wanted to just walk off some of the carbs he was gaining in the cold winter months. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his black button-up coat, which happened to be unbuttoned. Underneath he wore a grey sweater that matched the shade of the beanie pulled firmly over his semi-curly brown hair. His brown eyes stared down at the ground, watching the snow crunch beneath his brown shoes with each step he took.

Hearing something, Oliver glanced up. It was the sound of the crowd of the festival. He had apparently gotten side tracked and walked too far, past the pine tree and into the midst of the festival. He stood a couple of feet away from the snowman-building area and across a small path that had been created by many footprints from the booth section. He'd not been here yet this year, and his eyes ran over the signs above each booth, reading the names of each. A hint of interest sparked from within him as he saw the title of the Kissing Booth. His thoughts wandered to a point in the year in which he had caught his brother and his brother's boyfriend in the mall together. A cruel smile spread across his face. He had kissed his brother's boyfriend, pretending to be his brother, as they are identical twins, just to toy with their relationship. Cruel? Yes. But Oliver liked to see it as one of the most cunning ideas that he's carried out. When his eyes fell from the sign to the booth, he found a boy sitting there looking rather bored with his head in his hands.

Oliver began to walk over to the Kissing Booth with a purpose. There was no line, and that was good because Oliver hated waiting. When he got to the booth, he stopped and cleared his throat. The boy looked up, and Oliver took in his image. The boy was young-looking, but couldn't be younger than sixteen. He had short-cut brown hair and eyes that were a little sleepy but at the same time breathtaking. He had heard that the Aphrodite kids ran the Kissing Booth, and he had no trouble believing that this boy before him was a son of Aphrodite.

"Hey," Oliver greeted the boy. Oliver was rather tall, and as the boy was sitting, his head was bent downwards at a steep angle to look at him. He wasn't really sure if this guy would be up for kissing him, because he was a guy, after all. But he would expect that the Aphrodite cabin would only employ only bisexual or pansexual people here, so that kind of thing could be avoided. "What is it exactly that I have to do here to earn a kiss?" Oliver asked, innocently.

Oliver watched the boy stand. He was shorter than him, but only by a little. When the boy tried to sit back down, he didn't keep a very good eye on his seat, for he slipped out of it a little. Oliver crossed his arms over his chest. The boy seemed a little bit distracted, and it could be that he was still sleepy, but Oliver was growing a little bored with it. His original plan was to get this guy to kiss him and maybe flirt a little, and then drop his brother's name instead of his own. Maybe, that way if Toby heard anything about it, he would think that Finnegan's going behind his back and kissing people. It seemed appropriately evil. After all, Oliver hadn't caused some mayhem in quite some time, considering Finn and Toby were almost perfect, and Xavier had had a sudden change of heart.

Oliver listened to Dylan's instructions and nodded. Seemed simple enough. It wasn't overly complicated, and didn't really imply much of an emotional contract, but it still seemed like an opportunity to cause some chaos that he couldn't miss. His more spirited side was rising within him, and he gave the boy a sideways grin.

"No, I'm not looking for a girl. You'll do perfectly," Oliver informed him, giving a wink. He would've added the word cutie in there, but that was a little bit overly-sweet, even for a facade. He took the chair that was opposite from the boy on the outer-side of the booth, and put his elbows on the table in front of him, leaning forward. When the boy in front of him didn't really move, Oliver sighed. He was growing impatient with the absent-minded nature of the kid. He really did seem to keep getting distracted, and Oliver didn't have time for that.

Reaching out with one hand, Oliver placed his large hand on the side of the boy's face. His skin was smooth, and Oliver had to admit that he really was a very pretty person. He pulled the boy's face nearer towards his and gently pressed his lips against his. He tilted his head sideways and closed his eyes, to make the kiss believable. He had kissed a guy before, Toby, but that was about it. Other than that, it was only girls. However, he had never kissed anyone without them telling him how good of a kisser he was, and he intended to use this little talent on this child of Aphrodite before him.