So this is what happens when I let people talk me into doing things.
An AU set I-don't-know-how-far into the future in which Tommy Merlyn is decidedly not dead and also decidedly pro-Felicity/Oliver sex. Much as we all are.
The drabble that started it all...
"I need your help with something."
Tommy looks up from the bar inventory list he'd been compiling. Felicity's standing on the other side of the bar, hands twisting together, a pained look on her face.
Tommy puts the clipboard down and raises his eyebrows. "This sounds serious."
Felicity nods then stops mid nod. She shakes her head, but pauses. She settles for shrugging her shoulders.
"Now that we've got that straight," Tommy says with a smile on his lips. He quickly wipes it away and bites his lip when Felicity narrows her eyes at him.
She heaves a heavy sigh and rocks back on her heels and says in a rush, "Idon'tknowwhattogetOliverforhisbirthday."
Tommy bites back another smirk, his eyebrows rising even further. "Say that again? Only this time, I suggest breathing."
Felicity glares at him and stalks closer to the bar, climbing onto a bar stool and settling her hands on its surface. "You heard me."
Tommy's eyes twinkle as re replies, "Oh, I definitely heard you. However, understanding you is a different matter entirely."
Groaning, Felicity's head falls forward onto her arms.
"Alright, I'll cut you a break just this once, but I'm only doing this because I like you."
Felicity mutters a thank you against the bar and Tommy pats her on the back of her head before turning around surveying the rows of bottles behind him thoughtfully. He pulls one off the shelf and sets it down beside Felicity's head.
Her head jolts up at the sound, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Here you go," Tommy tells her happily.
Felicity eyes the bottle and then eyes him. "It's a bottle of vodka."
"It's actually an expensive bottle of vodka."
"It's vodka."
"You're missing the point."
"Is the point that you want me to give Oliver vodka for his birthday."
"Yes. No. Well, sort of."
"You've lost me."
"I want you to give Oliver vodka for his birthday."
"Okaaaay…"
"And then I want you to have your way with him."
Felicity's mouth opens to reply. She shuts it without saying anything. Opens it again before shaking her head and deciding against replying once more.
She turns sharply on her bar stool, jumps off, and walks away with her hands raised in exasperation. "You've been exactly zero help to me, Tommy Merlyn."
Tommy waits.
Felicity stops. Squares her shoulders. She turns back around and without looking at him walks back to the bar, grabs the bottle, and walks off.
"This is Plan B," she throws over her shoulder.
Tommy's laugh follows her out the door.
