"And so then -"
Duke was relating a story from his day's drama rehearsals to Oliver, who was listening patiently, although he wasn't really all that interested. Abruptly, Ivan and Hunter entered Oliver's apartment without invitation.
"Uhh, just a second, Duke," Oliver interupted. "Why did you guys feel the need to barge in without knocking?"
"The door wasn't locked," Hunter said slyly.
"Sure, sure."
"We want something, Oli-dolly," Ivan began.
"Oli-dolly?" Duke giggled on the other end of the line.
"A kick in the head?" Oliver suggested.
"No," and they proceeded to tell liver of their latest hair-brained scheme.
"That sounds like fun!" Duke piped up.
"Sounds like trouble," Oliver frowned. "I don't know guys."
"Aww, c'mon Oli-dolly."
"Seriously, don't call me that."
"Puh-lease?" Hunter said.
"Seriously, you don't do the cute thing."
"It'll be fun!"
"Do it Oli! I wanna know how it turns out," Duke agreed.
"I'm being pestered from all sides. Okay, okay," Oliver relented. "But if anyone asks I had nothing to do with it."
"Deal," Ivan grinned.