NOTE: DRUNK FELICITY TROPE (because I was drinking water and the idea came to me)
Felicity took a swig from the vodka bottle missing entirely the shot glass in front of her.
"So I say to you," she spoke a bit loudly addressing the people standing in front of her — Diggle, Oliver and Roy, "heed my call and the fear of god I instill in you!" She lifted the bottle and swayed it and then directly it to her friends who were watching her in a very amused way. She squinted her eyes and grunted, "this is Oliver. I am Oliver. Am I not funny, Dig?"
Diggle and Roy chuckled but Oliver was clearly not enjoying the show anymore. "What got into her, Dig?" He asked in a low voice.
"No idea man, I got her and she's like that already. Must be the pressure of balancing for Oliver Queen billionaire playboy CEO and the hooded vigilante." He smiled with eyebrows raised.
"She could've have just told me she was getting a bit tired, I would have let her take a time off."
"Yeah, no. I don't think that's it." Roy interjected. He shot Diggle a look and walked away. "I'm going back up to the club. Later, man!"
Oliver stepped towards her to take the bottle from her hand, he'd already practiced this move during his pre-Oliver days so wrestling for a bottle with Felicity would be easy. He was proven wrong, her grip was hawkish.
"No! Oliver, no!" She gripped harder and fought with greater force. "This. Is. Mine." After the struggle was done, she embraced the bottle lovingly before taking a few gulps more. "Eck."
"Felicity, I don't know what's gotten into to you to start drinking like this," he sat on the desk and held her free hand, "but you know you can always tell me about your day, right?"
"Hah. Like that ever bothered you." She snickered. "The high and mighty Queen, giving attention dole outs to the common Smoak. You wanna know the truth? My day?" She set the bottle on the table and looked him straight in the eye. "I thought of telling you finally you know, a little drink for confidence," she paused and made a little pout with her lips, "might as well, I'm close to drunk anyway. Anyway, Oliver. I like you Oliver Queen. I like you a whole lot. Really, I do. Not just your body kind of like but I really like you as a whole person even with whatever face you put on. Without hood, as a billionaire, as a playboy. I take that all. But, I am not your girl. Girl Friday, hmmm maybe." She stopped to breath through her nose and stopped. Her eyes narrowed and shot a look a Diggle.
The Foundry was filled with awkward silence. Diggle just shrugged when Oliver looked at him from his shoulder.
"I… " he started.
"No. But I'm done. Tomorrow maybe I will not remember what I am just saying to you. Or maybe I will. Hmm… I will. I sent myself an email alert for that. Tomorrow you forget about your crush on Oliver Queen. XOXO, Drunk me. That's what my email said. So tomorrow don't act weird and grrr and grumpy on me, we will all let this go. Do you understand?" She looked at Oliver directly. "Huh?"
"I… Felicity, well I…"
"Yeah? Good. We're done here. I am going now. My email alert is waiting for me."
With that, she stood from her chair and walked towards Diggle. She almost lurched but Diggle got to her.
"Take her home, Dig. Make sure she's fine." Oliver said, standing up and walking towards them, restraining himself from touching her, comforting her.
"Man, you wish you were a criminal and someone else is the Hood right now." Diggle smirked at him as he carried Felicity's weight. "I'll get her to bed and then I'll call you after. You might wanna think about a few things tonight."