A/N: This story is completely fluffy and hopelessly romantic. Consider it my nice and warmhearted break from "Decent" and "Re-Ascend." Enjoy!
"God, Ollie, you'd think that these wineries would realize that although, yes, I run a club, I am not, unfortunately, of legal drinking age," Thea muttered as I walked past, glancing over her shoulder at the Table for Two tickets to some winery in Coast City this weekend. My name caught my attention and I laughed, raising an eyebrow as I looked at her.
"Maybe, if you changed all the alcohol information into your name, they wouldn't make that mistake," I smirked at her and she returned the sentiment, the classic Queen smile playing on her lips.
"Or, maybe Roy and I will put them to good use," she teased, waving them in the air. I tried to contain the protective rage that heated my veins; Roy was a decent guy, especially since he'd started working on controlling his rage issues. That didn't mean I wanted him up my sister's too short dresses.
"Or, maybe I'll use them," before Thea could even consider reacting, I had the reservations firmly in my grasp, waltzing out of the club, heading towards the basement—or the Arrow Cave—depending on who you asked.
When I came down the steps, I almost tossed the tickets into the trash can by Felicity's desk. I had no reason to sample wines and I had no one to go enjoy a weekend away with, so there was no point in holding on to them. Then I glanced at the dedicated blonde, hunched over her work station, furiously typing away, glancing between two screens. If anyone deserved a break, it was Felicity Smoak, and I did owe her a bottle of wine…
"Felicity," I asked, and she grunted a noncommittal "hmph" in response. I grabbed the back of her chair and spun her around so that she was forced to face me. He pupils dilated and I pretended not to notice her reaction; we had played this game for so long that we had both gotten quite good at it.
"Oliver," she stated, using an equally serious—and mocking—tone.
"What are you doing this weekend?" I asked, a small smile played on my lips because I knew the answer to that question—both what she would say and what I planned to offer.
"Are you serious?" she asked, rolling her eyes with slight anger. "If I'm not playing 'Executive Assistant' I'm holed up down here," she muttered. She turned back to her computers, ignoring any further discussion.
Without speaking, I set the tickets across her keyboard, waiting for her fingers to need the space. They stilled over the paper, taking in the print and the bright colors.
"What is this?" she asked, cautiously.
"It's a wine tasting this weekend. We are going," I turned, walking away because I didn't want her to think that she could back out; honestly, I didn't want her to.
"Why?" she asked, honesty confusion apparent in her tone.
"Because I owed you a bottle of wine,"
"Yeah, a bottle Oliver, not a whole freaking weekend wine tasting!" she stated, her voice rising with each syllable.
"Consider this interest earned," I gave her my most charming smile and she stuttered; I chuckled, truly enjoying myself. "Have your suitcase packed by four; I'll pick you up," I gave her one final Oliver Queen smirk, refusing to argue with her, and turned to walk away. Her chair made a noise, indicating that she had stood, so I slowed, waiting for her to speak.
"And if I refuse to go? If I don't pack?" she challenged, her chin high.
"If you aren't packed," I raised an eyebrow, meeting her challenge. "You get to wear whatever I pack for you…" my voice trailed off with the threat and I turned to leave, but not before I caught the most rewarding sight of Felicity Smoak with her mouth gaping at my retreating figure.
Yes, this was definitely a bad idea.