She woke up to the sun filtering in through the blinds, which in turn caused the pounding in her head to worsen when it had barely begun. The blonde haired beauty sat up in her bed and looked down to see that she was still dressed in her clothes from last night. She groaned as she swung her legs to the side of the bed and tried to stand up. After a few shaky moments and falling back on the bed, she was able to stand and start stripping out her clothes on the way to her bathroom. When she turned the light on in the bathroom and looked in the mirror she winced at the sight. The cut she got on her jaw from a couple nights ago had open up a little bit again, her eyes were bloodshot, her hair was a greasy tangled mess.

"God why did I drink so much last night?" she muttered to herself. She turned from the mirror towards the tub to start the water for a shower. While the water warmed up she went ahead and brushed her teeth twice to get the foul taste out of her mouth. (She couldn't figure out if it was the aftertaste of the alcohol or the aftertaste of vomit) When she tested the water and turned the knob a little more it was finally at the perfect temperature for her. For the first ten minutes of standing under the spray was to help her muscles relax, hopefully to calm some of the pounding in her head, and because the water felt damn good. Then she went ahead and washed herself up, shaving the little bit of hair that needed to be done, before turning the water off and wrapping a towel around herself. She walked back into her bedroom and just threw some lazy clothes on, a sports bra, yoga pants, and a sweater, before walking into the living room. There is where she saw her girlfriend.

"Morning sunshine! Or should I say afternoon?" The blonde haired computer tech grinned at her from her spot on the couch. The other blonde just let a groan out, sounding like one of those zombies in bad horror movies, before laying down on the couch with her head in her girlfriend's lap.

"Why did you let me sleep that long Felicity? Also why did you and Oliver let me drink that much last night?"

"Before I answer any of those, do you remember anything that happened last night?"

"Just that we came back to the foundry after we caught those guys trying to rob corner stores. After that everything is blank. Why?" Felicity started to run her fingers through her girlfriend's wet hair, trying to detangle it before it became too bad while stalling for a way to figure out how to say what happened.

"You got into a fight last night Sara. With Laurel. And it was bad, like worse than Oliver and his mom bad." Felicity figured she should just come out with the truth instead of beating around the bush. Sara tried to sit up to look at Felicity but had a small mishap with Felicity getting her fingers stuck in her hair.

"Sorry, sorry, hold still real quick."

"That's a first from you. You always get mad when Oliver or I hold still." Sara smirked. Felicity gained a bit of pink tint to her cheeks at the comment.

"Shut up. You don't have much room to speak either. You get mad at Oliver when he won't let you top." Sara turned pink also.

"Fair enough. Now start from the beginning please. What exactly happened between Laurel and I?"

Oliver and Sara had just finished with another successful mission. The hunt for Slade was still going on but for some reason the guy was staying low, which was pissing Oliver and Sara off to no degree. Sara decided to go up to the bar and have a drink in the hopes it would help relax her a little. There she saw her older sister Laurel talking to a guy. She smiled at the thought that Laurel might be able to move on from both Tommy and Oliver. Instead of waving down the bartender for the night, who was packed with customers, she just went behind it and made herself a drink. She then walked over to greet her sister real quick.

"Laurel!" The woman whose name was yelled over the music looked in the direction it came from.

"Sara! Oh my god, what happened to your jaw?" Sara looked to Laurel in confusion for a second before she remembered that she took a hit in the face the other day during a mission.

"Oh it's nothing. This guy accidently punched me in the face the other day as I was trying to walk through the crowd. He had a ring on that cut me so that's why it looks as bad as it does. Whose this?" She looked to the guy in question. He was sort of good looking. Dark hair (couldn't tell with the flashing lights of the club) strong chin, eyes looked to be blue, and if Sara had to guess his height she would say maybe 5'10, 5'11, 6 ft at max. He had a nice muscular build to himself, not enough to say he visited the gym on the regular, but enough to keep himself in a healthy shape.

"Sara this is Josh Peacemen. We met at one of our meetings. Josh this is my little sister Sara." The guy stuck his hand out in greeting.

"Hi" They both said to each other. Just then Laurel phone rang and It was a call she needed to take.

"So what do you do?" Sara asked the man in question as she took a sip of her drink.

"I work in accounting. What about yourself?"

"Here. I'm a bartender, but obviously not tonight." At that moment the music got louder so both Sara and Josh had to lean a little closer to each other to be heard. Their conversation continued, all friendly, but when Laurel was walking back she thought otherwise.

"What the hell Sara!"

"What's the matter?"

"Why the hell are you trying to take something else away from me!?"

"What are you talking about? Josh and I are just talking."

"Really? If you guys were just talking then why the hell are you two so close together?"

"Because the previous song was too loud for us to have a normal conversation. Really, just calm down."

"Calm down? How the hell am I supposed to calm down when my bratty little sister is always trying to take the best things in my life away from me. First it was my boyfriend, then you destroyed my family, and now you are trying to take away any chance I have with a guy again." Laurel yelled at her before grabbing her coat and purse and storming out of the club. Sara just stood there in disbelief before slamming back the rest of her drink and going to make another one.

"By the time Oliver and I came up you were on your sixth drink. And you were making some really strong drinks." Felicity told the woman who was laying down again as she returned to running her fingers through her hair. Sara covered her face and groaned at the retelling.

"God what is wrong with me? I've never gotten that drunk before."

"Well that's a lie." A warm male voice spoke as it and the body it belonged to entered the room. The two girls looked up to the third member of their relationship.

"Shut it Oliver! We swore we would never talk about that again." Sara groaned out as Oliver leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and Felicity on the lips.

"I'm not telling the story, but you have been as drunk as you were last night before. And it was slightly for the same reason again." Again all Sara could do was groan at the memories and bury her face in Felicity's lap. But it didn't last too long due to Oliver swatting Sara in the ass.

"Come on! Get up. I am taking my two girls out to lunch. Then we are going to the movies."

"Wait, you are actually taking us out on a proper date? Who are you and what have you done with our Oliver?" Felicity questioned with a small smile on her face as she too got off the couch and started to head towards the bedroom. Oliver just smiled at the two and shook his head at their antics.

Later that night Sara received a call from Laurel to apologize. She explained that the phone call she had received had pissed her off and she took it out on Sara with no real reasoning. Sara forgave her and they agreed to meet up for lunch the next day. It made Sara happy to have heard from her sister, and because of her happiness she decided to pass it on to the two loves of her life.