After the banquet, they got into the car in the cool evening breeze. Lex said this was an internal Justice League matter and that he would stay out of it, while Arthur prepared to pick up the last person, Oliver.
Oliver was working at a bar in Metropolis. When Arthur arrived, he saw him mixing drinks behind the counter. He went over to greet him, and Oliver said in surprise, "What are you doing here? Finally got time to come have a drink?"
"We need to talk to you about something. Can you take some time off?"
"No problem. I know the bar's boss. I saved his life from some drug dealers before, so he's pretty easy to talk to. Wait a second, I'll make a call."
"Oh, right, we might be staying there overnight, so get a few bottles of liquor, some snacks too. Do they have ice? Get a bucket..."
Soon, the two of them left the bar laden with bags. Arthur's car contained only the two of them. He put everything in the trunk, got into the driver's seat, and said, "Looks like you've been doing pretty well lately. Still hunting down those drug dealers?"
"No matter how many I kill, I can't wipe them all out." Oliver sighed. "Their base is in Mexico. Kill one batch, and another batch pops up."
Arthur nodded and chatted with him about his work at the bar. Oliver said, "I'm glad you didn't ask me about Mexico. Everyone keeps asking for my opinion, as if I can't live after leaving that place. But it's only one part of my life."
"Sounds like you found another part." Arthur teased. "Was it that girl I saw last time?"
"Which one?" Oliver rolled his eyes. "There are plenty of girls where I work.