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Felicity Smoak: "I wouldn't mind a drink." 2x06
Felicity wasn't kidding when she said that for two reasons—one, she wasn't a fan of flying, and two, spending hours in an enclosed space with Isabel Rochev made her "about to hack" face appear. As if things weren't bad enough, she had to share a cab with the woman, who possessed a glare that made the blonde wonder if she was a descendant from Medusa. The situation worsened when Isabel gave the poor cab driver instructions in Russian in how to handle baggage properly, if the hand gestures were anything to go by. Felicity took a deep breath as she hoped for a miracle that the ride to the hotel would not take long, despite having heard about Moscow's traffic.
Author's Note: Thank you for reading this one-shot! I decided to write this story as an exercise to move past the writer's block I've been experiencing, and I hope you liked it! ~ Pixie :)