Detective Quentin Lance sat at the bar nursing a glass. After today, he would much prefer another scolding from Laurel about drinking than having to remember what Damian Darkh put him through.
"Feeling lonely?" A sultry voice said from behind him.
"You don't even want to know the half of it," he replied.
"I might," came the answer.
Lance turned to see a gorgeous blonde take the seat next to him. She looked to be around his own age, but she was beautiful – lively eyes, wide smile, petite frame.
Something familiar about her, he thought.
"I, um, came to town to visit my daughter," she started. "But she kicked me out of her apartment to finish a fight with the man I hope will become my future son in law."
Lance couldn't help but snigger.
"Your turn," she said.
"Well, one of my daughters is leaving town after coming back for only five minutes," he answered.
"Sounds like a reason to drink," she offered.
"Oh, I always got a reason," he held up his glass, "but this is club soda." He extended his hand.
"Quentin."
"Donna."
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QUEEN CAMPAIGN OFFICE, THE NEXT DAY
"So I arranged for you to have a televised exclusive with Jack Ryder," Alex said.
"That creep on GC News?" Thea scowled.
"I think I can handle him," Oliver smiled confidently.
"He'll be asking heavy questions," Alex continued. "And he's not going to steer away from digging up dirt on your past."
There was a knock on the door. Oliver looked up to see Detective Lance standing in the doorway.
"Got a minute?" he asked.
"Excuse us," Oliver said to Alex and Thea. "What can I do for you, Detective?"
"I think I might take up your offer on that endorsement," Lance said.
"Oh? Why the change of heart?"
"Let's just say, that there have been changes happening," Lance answered, grinning ear to ear. "Good changes."
"Okay…" Oliver frowned as a dozen possibilities ran through his head: Did Darkh cast a spell? Vertigo overdose? A League plot?
"Talk to you soon, Ollie," Lance said as he exited the office.
What the hell? Ollie thought.
"Did he just call you 'Ollie'?" Thea asked.
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THE SMOAK RESIDENCE
Felicity paced up and down in front of the door to her apartment, phone in hand trying to reach her mother.
"Come on Mo, just pick up…"
She was shocked by a loud knock on the door.
"Felicity! Are you home?"
"Mom!" She opened the door to see her mother standing there. "Oh Mom, I was worried sick! When you didn't come back I-"
"Felicity, slow down, I'm ok. Um, I met someone. And we spent the night together."
"Oh my God, Oh my God," Felicity stammered. "Someone got you drunk and-"
"No, no!" Donna replied. "He's a cop who had a rough day and I thought I could cheer him up. He's actually very, very sweet."
"Oh," Felicity smiled sheepishly. "So… does this cop have a name?"
"Detective Quentin La-"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
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(A/N: There have been a lot of "Did that just happen…?" moments in the history of Arrow, but I don't think anything co
