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The music throbbed through her body like a heartbeat. She looked at the bottle in her hands, marveling at its brown tones. Experimentally, she sloshed the contents around causing fuzz to travel up toward the neck. This caused Chloe to laugh slightly. She knew that she was drunk at this point, but was also beyond caring. She sighed deeply, then chugged the remaining contents of the bottle. She tapped it on the bar in an attempt to get the bartender's attention. It wasn't working. So, she got up and kneeled on the stool and practically laid herself on the counter and screamed for him. Still, he barely heard her. He was too busy flirting with a tall Barbie at the end of the bar. Chloe thought for a moment before deciding on her next action. She raised the bottle over her head to chuck it at the offending man; but, luckily a hand reached up and pulled the bottle from her grasp. Not realizing that fact, she still tried to launch the now absent bottle. She looked confused and turned to look at the person that had foiled her plans.
"Chloe, let me buy you a drink." Oliver smirked at her and offered her a fresh beer. A delighted grin lit up her face.
"See, Oliver, I knew there was some reason I liked you." She told him as she snatched the bottle from his grasp. She then proceeded to drink half the contents. "Thanks so much." She told him, taking a breath.
"I think you may need to slow down, Chloe." Oliver cautioned her.
"Ok, thanks, dad." She rolled her eyes and leaned goofily toward him. "I just called you dad." Then she split into giggles.
"I heard you the first time." He told her grimly. This was the last thing he wanted to have to deal with. A drunk Chloe hadn't been factored into his already packed schedule.
"Sorry, Oliver. I seem to have imbibed a little too much of the brew." Chloe informed him trying to look superior. Leave it to her to use big words when drunk.
"Apparently. Chloe why don't you let me drive you home?" Oliver asked, hoping she would take his offer. He wanted to patrol tonight and work off some steam.
"Hey, you're Oliver Queen!!!" Chloe said accusingly. Oliver smiled, he couldn't help it, she was being really….well, Chloe and that was doing all kinds of things to him.
"I know." He told her and took a sip of his own drink.
"You broke Lois' heart." She stated. Then she finished her beer and slammed it down onto the counter again. This time the bartender noticed and promptly brought her another one. Chloe noticed this and shouted, "Took you long enough!" at the man. He looked at Oliver for some sort of explanation. He just shrugged and the guy walked off.
"It was a mutual break up." He said frustrated. "We both decided it was the best thing to do."
"Whatever." Chloe said and thankfully, only took a sip of the beer. Then she leaned forward and placed her hands on Oliver's thighs. "Let's dance."
"I'm not really—" He started, but Chloe cut him off and dragged him to the dance floor. She immediately pulled Oliver close and began to dance with him. Chloe was getting really into it and rubbing herself all over his body. Oliver almost didn't know what to do, but then decided to just roll with it. He pushed his leg in between hers and began to move with her. She turned away from his and pushed her butt into his crotch. The contact did all sorts of ungentlemanly things to him. He grabbed her hand and yanked her back toward the bar. She lost her balance, and he had to grab at her to save her from falling. He ended up one hand on her back and the other practically caressing her butt. He couldn't move, he was caught in her gaze. He could clearly see the desire and interest there. It took all his effort not to close the distance and kiss her. Luckily, Chloe took pity on him and bridged the gap herself.
She crushed her mouth to his and thrust her tongue inside. He tried to pull away, and Chloe put her hands on his head and made that impossible. He resisted as long as he could, which was only about a second, and began to kiss her back. Oliver was a good kisser and quickly took over theirs. Chloe groaned and ran her hand down his neck and along his back before slipping to his front. She gently rubbed his crotch, making him twitch. That was what brought Oliver back to his senses.
"Chloe." He pulled away from her. But she leaned up and pulled his bottom lip into her mouth before backing down.
"Take me home, Oliver." She commanded.
"Chloe, you're drunk." He stated and gently let go of her.
"So, I still want you." She told him truthfully. He looked at her a little sadly before he walked over to the bar. He put on his suit jacket. He wouldn't take her home, he told himself. NO matter what she did, he was resisting.
She walked over to him and pressed herself against his back, then wrapped her arms around him.
"Fine, then. Just drive me home. To my place, I mean." Chloe said. He looked up at the sky and thanked whatever powers that were, for saving him from temptation.
"Gladly." He told her.
When they reached her apartment, Oliver waited with her until she could find her keys.
"Where are those suckers hiding? Here they are." She said triumphantly, when she finally found them.
"Well, goodnight, Chloe." Oliver said with a small smile. She opened the door and looked back at him.
"Night, Oliver." She said. She stood there just looking at him for a moment. She was inviting him in with her eyes. Then voiced it, "Are you sure you don't want to come in?"
He looked at her. Yes, he wanted to go in and accept her invitation, but she'd regret it in the morning. That would tear him apart. He'd always had a spot for Chloe. He'd seen Lois first and so had chosen to do the honorable thing and make a try with her. However, he'd always wished he's spotted Chloe before Lois, because Chloe was a keeper, a woman you spent your life with. He wanted her to be his keeper, but not like this. He didn't want there to be any regrets for them.
"I can't, Chloe." He said and shoved his hands in his pockets.
She narrowed her eyes; Oliver could tell that she was getting angry.
"Fine." She said and slammed the door in his face. He grinned and went out to his car.
The next day, Chloe showed up to work at The Planet with dark glasses covering her eyes.
"Hey, Chloe. You alright?" Jimmy asked her.
"Yeah." She said quickly. She didn't feel like talking to him at the moment. She was slightly mortified thinking about her actions with a certain blonde billionaire the previous night.
"I was just asking. You don't look so good. Maybe you should have just stayed home." Jimmy followed her to her desk.
"Is that your way of telling me I'm having a bad hair day? I just need some coffee and everything will be fine." She told him, trying to get him to leave her alone.
"Ok, Chloe." Jimmy said. She watched him leave and felt a little bad for treating him like that. It wasn't like she had been in love with Jimmy, but it still hurt that he'd moved on so quickly. He was dating Kara. All the men that she had feelings for chose other women. That was a horrible blaring fact in her life. Oliver had totally rejected her last night. Maybe she needed to leave Metropolis and find a new start somewhere. That thought had been bouncing around her mind for a while now, but last night it had been burned there and had become something of a fever. She'd found Lois and Clark going at. The big S-E-X, was what she'd interrupted. That was what had lead to her drunken state and then, her rejection by Oliver. It had hurt when Clark chose Lana over her, but that had felt different than Lois. Somehow Clark choosing Lana hadn't hurt as much because she was well…Lana. Whatever, she was done with the whole thing. Something new was called for….she just didn't know what yet.
"Now, is the worst timing possible." Oliver Queen glared at Victor.
"Sorry that saving the world doesn't follow your schedule." Victor told him.
Oliver shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. He left things unfinished with Chloe. The newest mission was coming at worst possible time. He needed to talk to Chloe and straighten things out, counting on the fact that she could even remember last night. Regardless of that, he'd set his sights on her and was determined to see it through.
"Fine. We'll leave tonight. I've got something to take care of." He told Victor and left the room.
a/n: REVIEWS are loved and cherished, they make me feel all tingly inside and happy. And this title really doesn't have much to do with the story; it's just the title of a song by Paramore that I like.