Felicity Smoak is drunk, really, really drunk, blissfully drunk.
It has been four months since they took down Slade, since the plan, since the fake confession, since she was oh so stupid to believe him.
Oliver is currently trying to get QC back, spending most of his days with gorgeous Laurel helping her out with detective Lance and his nights..well she doesn't really know and frankly she doesn't want to know..probably with Laurel too, because handsome heroes match with perfect women while babbling it girls match with...terrible dates.
Like Jake, who is the current source of her drinking, because seriously how is she suppose to get through dinner with this guy totally sober?
He is complaining about low hygiene in restaurants..is it suppose to be a topic of conversation at a date?At dinner?She snorts and than smiles, after he gives her a confused glance.
Not that she is doing a better first impression probably, being at her fifth glass of wine.
He has dull eyes, she notices, blue, but not really, too light, not like his.
She smiles and she realizes she is staring right into some guy perfect blue eyes, familiar blue eyes, now that she thinks about it..her smiles falters oh god she cringes inwardly.
Oliver looks up and finds a familiar blonde looking at him, she has her hair down and no glasses but it's definitely Felicity and she is smiling contentedly at him.
He smiles back and she frowns, then she blinks twice, looking taken aback. Weird.
Then he feels a tug at his sleeve and looks back at his date.
He is with a woman, Felicity notes.
She is not Laurel, but still classy and beautiful from what she can see. Long brown hair twisted in an elegant nod and shiny diamond earrings. She keeps scanning her body noticing her designed black gown and matching heels.
Where does he even find them?Does he have a book full of beautiful women numbers?She would love one with handsome men's numbers, so she wouldn't be stuck there, with Jake.
She switches her gaze back to her date, who is chewing his stake with his mouth slightly open. Juck, gross.
She looks over at the bottle, well a sixth glass can't hurt, right?
Jake is making a joke, a rather terrible one, but Felicity is laughing, and now that she looks better she thinks that his eyes aren't that bad after all..wine really makes wonders.
He pays the check and smiles down at her, while she leans on the table, a bit unsteady on her feet and she smiles back and winks. Grinning he reaches for her and takes her hand tugging her towards him and she falls in his arms giggling, while he snatches a arm around her waist, holding her.
"Hey" , she hears someone speaking behind her and Jake frowns, looking annoyed at said someone, from above her shoulder. "I'm Oliver Queen, Felicity's friend-"
"boss, ex-boss I mean" she interrupts spinning around facing him, "and yeah friend, not ex, friend I mean, because you know why wouldn't we be friends.." she trails off, looking embarrassed.
He smiles kindly at her, his blue eyes shiny, so she can't help it and she smiles shyly at him. She is happy to see him, regardless of her past crush, or present, her brain suggests, she considers him a friend and she cares about him, she has always had.
"Come on Felicity, I'm taking you home" he says, completely ignoring Jake, who doesn't seem pleased by the turn of events.
"Excuse me, but I am" he replies, moving so he can stand beside Felicity.
Oliver keeps smiling but Felicity can see the difference uh oh, she thinks, trouble ahead."Yeah? I don't think so" he states calmly. Than he glances back at her "Felicity you are drunk, come on".
She sees a movement from the corner of her eye and she notices Jake, grabbing Oliver's arm. Oh oh big mistake. Oliver, his smile never faltering, takes a hold on the other man arm and squeezes, hard. She clearly sees Jake gulping and taking his arm back. Message taken, oh yes, she muses.
Oliver puts his harm around Felicity and tugs gently "come on" he says, "people are staring". They reach the exit quietly, then Felicity suddenly stops and takes a step so she can put some distance between them.
"Hey!Why did you do that?!" She frowns, looking up at him.
He sighs, looking straight into her eyes "because you are drunk" he says seriously.
He makes her feel like a little child being scold and she is suddenly really annoyed. "So? Can't I have a drunken hookup? You of all people are the one to judge!"
"I'm not!" He replies, looking annoyed too, "I just want you to be safe. And that guy?What do you see in him?"
She stares at him, honestly at a loss of word. Since when does Oliver Queen has anything to say about her life? "The wine liked him." She answers.
He smiles slightly, shaking slowly his head, than glances over at her. Felicity is looking at him with a cute frown while she wrinkles her nose. He wants to look apologetic, but he fails and his smile widens.
"Hey mister!what are you smiling at?and stop spinning!" She says pointing a finger at him.
"Felicity I'm not spinning"
"Oh", she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. "It's not that I am an alcoholic you know, it was just a terrible, terrible date. And my apartment is really messy so it's actually better that he didn't come over, because you know I didn't even change my sheets, not that I wouldn't do that if I had someone over because I'm a clean person but I didn't think and usually guys don't bother, not that I am an expert, probably you are because you are a guy, you definitely are and..yeah I'm gonna stop talking."
She opens her eyes a bit flustered and takes a tentative glance at him. He has a weird expression on his face, she notices, and she can't quite place it, so she frowns slightly.
Oliver sighs and put his blank face back on. "Come on, lets go." He gently takes her hand and pulls.
Her little soft hand is totally engulfed in his big one and it feels good, but after a moment of silence she realizes something, "Hey wait!"
He looks back, a bit confused "You left your date at the restaurant." She says with a small voice.
He chuckles "she wasn't my date."
"What?Why not?I mean, who was she?"
"She is part of the board at QC and I was trying to get her on my good side."
"I bet" she mumbles, frowning and he smiles widely at that.
"Thinking that low of me hu?"
"Nooope" she replies, popping the p and glancing at him again.
They reach the car in comfortable silence and he opens the passenger door for her, before sliding in his seat and joining the other cars in the night traffic.
He asks for directions to her house and she realizes he has never been there and for some weird, silly reason, she is nervous again. And still drunk. So she starts babbling, again. "It's been a while, yeah so what have you been up to?How's Laurel?And detective Lance?I hope he is all right, he is such a great guy and you know arrow friendly and all, and such a great dad for Laurel and Sarah.. and how is Sarah?Have you heard from her?Because-"
"Hey" he reaches for her hand and squeezes it, effectively shutting her up.
"Sorry"
"They are good. Detective Lance is doing great with rehab and will be out of the hospital soon and Laurel is ok, she is still working at the DA office but it's been pretty quiet lately."
"Do you miss it?" She suddenly asks. She doesn't need to specify. The mission, being the Arrow, Team Arrow.
"Some things I miss" he answers, smiling slightly.
Felicity sighs, she has missed Team Arrow, their mission, Digg and well, Oliver. Of course she has missed him, she knows she has and she feels foolish for that, so she takes her hand back and casts her glance at her lap, quiet again.
They sit in silence both lost in their thoughts until they reach Felicity's townhouse. As soon as he pulls over she gets out and stumbles out of the car a little unsteady. Oliver rushes at her side and holds her elbow, guiding her to the door.
"So thanks for the ride and bye, until next random meeting" she says, trying to look casual and steady on her two feet. "So yeah, bye."
Than she opens the door and gets inside, closing it behind her without looking back. She lets out a deep breath she didn't know she was holding and gets to the medicine cabinet, looking for an aspirin, so maybe her head wasn't going to kill her the next day.
Than she trudges to the bathroom to get rid of her contacts, not bothering with make up or getting undress and falls into the bed. Her head is spinning and her last conscious thought is about Oliver. Of all the people she could run into while drunk and attempting to take home some random guy it just had to be him. And he always has to been so damn nice with his perfect smile and everything..ugh she hates him.
Oliver stares at the close door in front of him. It felt good to see her, really, really good. After four months back to his official Oliver Queen life he knows something is missing and deep down he know it has to do with his other life, his secret life. The one that at some point began to feel more and more real. And that life was made of his two partners as well.
Dig, his brother in arms, the first person he brought into his secret. And Felicity, his it girl. She was unexpected. He never thought someone like her would fit in that kind of life. Kind, sweet Felicity. Naive, but strong and with a big heart. Just the idea that they aren't a part of his normal life makes something aches, deep in his chest. He lets out a breath and turns to go back in the car.
While he drives back home he tries to think about tomorrow. Plans for QC and a trip to the hospital, but a part of his mind keeps drifting to his blonde partner, to her smile and her shiny blue eyes. He blames it to her perfume which still lingers in his car. Sweet, delicate and unique, just like she is, he thinks smiling.