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Chapter Two

Tommy

Felicity walked towards Oliver and I, and once she was close enough, I quickly enveloped her in my arms. I noticed that Oliver froze up a bit as I was greeting her, and I turned to introduce him.

"Lis, this is my best friend, Oliver Queen. Ollie, this is my girlfriend, Felicity." I smiled, pressing a kiss to her temple. Neither of them said anything, instead Felicity glared at Ollie, who had a deer-in-headlights expression glued to his face. "Am I missing something here?" I asked, looking between the two. Felicity smiled up at me, before excusing herself to get a drink. Once she was at the opposite end of the bar, I turned my head to Ollie, expectantly.

"I'm gonna be a hundred percent honest with you because you're my best friend," he started, causing my eyes to squint in confusion as I looked at him. "Felicity is the girl I was just telling you about."

My eyes nearly popped out of my head.

"Well, then..." I started, in slight disbelief, before reeling it in to lighten the mood. "I guess I win the bet, cause you're definitely not hitting that." He chuckled, looking slightly relieved by my response, but the relief was momentary.

"That's not all." He said, his features turning serious again, causing mine to do the same. "I definitely, openly hit on her earlier at QC, though she bruised my ego pretty bad. I swear man, if I knew it was the same girl, I wouldn't have done that."

"Relax, bro," I sighed, it being my turn to be relieved that it was nothing more than that. "I know you wouldn't do something like that on purpose. I trust you, man. Just now that you know, stop picturing my girlfriend naked." I nudged him with my elbow, and saw him loosen up back to carefree Ollie.

"Well, while your girl's talking to Sara, help me find my next conquest." He replied, eyes scanning the club.

"How about Adrianna Spencer?" I asked pointing to the dark haired girl, who was currently grinding on another girl, on the dance floor.

"Which one is Adrianna?" He asked, looking in the direction that I pointed.

"The one who looks like the chick from Twilight." I answered, before he turned to me, looking confused.

"What the hell is Twilight?" He asked, causing me to shake my head and laugh. Between running the club, running QC, and running through girls, the man never has time for pop culture. He doesn't even know what twitter is... the dude's a dinosaur.

"You are so better off not knowing." I smirked, making him frown. "The dark haired chick, now go get 'em, tiger." I joked, as Felicity approached, some fruity drink in hand. Ollie was about to approach Adrianna, but stopped himself and turned to Felicity.

"It's nice to meet you, Felicity, I apologize for earlier. Had I known you were my best friend's girl, none of that would've happened." He apologized sincerely.

"Well, thank you for the apology, Mr. Queen. I appreciate it." She replied, offering him a small smile.

"Just Oliver outside the workplace," He smiled back, with a slight nod, "and I owed it to."

"Cool, so is it safe to say that my best friend and my girlfriend are gonna be civilized?" I asked, looking between them. It was really important to me that they got along.

"I think so," Felicity smiled up at me, as she slid an arm around me. I placed a quick kiss on her lips.

"Cool." I whispered, against her lips.

"Alright, well I'm gonna go get the chick from the Twilight Zone, thanks Tom." Ollie smirked, setting his, now empty, glass on the bar.

"It's just Twilight," I laughed in response, as he head towards Adrianna.

"Tom?" Felicity smirked. "So, is this what you guys do?" Felicity asked, pursing those sexy, red lips at me.

"What do you mean, babe?" I asked innocently, before setting my glass down, and winding my arms around her waist to pull her close. One of her arms slid around my neck, the other still holding her drink, (what I assumed was a Sex on the Beach), as I pressed her back to the bar.

"Oh, you know, scouring the club for potentially hot... chicks," she paused looking directly in my eyes, "to take home?" She finished with a small cock of head, smirking again.

"Somebody's peanut butter and jealous!" I teased, dragging out the last syllable, then pecking her lips. She rolled her eyes and shook her head at me.

"I'm stealing that. I can't wait for someone to give me a reason to use that line." She smirked up at me, then sipped her drink.

"Well, you know a girl is really yours, when she starts stealing your lingo." I chuckled before capturing her sweet lips again and giving her waist a gentle squeeze. "And I'm not looking for anyone else, babe, I got the prettiest girl in Starling right here." I said, smirked, making her giggle.

"Just in Starling? Ouch!" She feigned hurt.

"How about the most beautiful girl in the universe? Is that cheesy enough for you?" I smirked. She smiled at me before quickly finishing her drink, and putting her glass on the bar. Her hand that was still on my neck slid down my chest for a moment, before crossing over to my arm to take my hand. Even in her heels, she had to stand on her toes to put her lips to my ear. The simple action had gotten me hard and I knew she'd felt it against her because her hand quickly gave mine a firm squeeze. I was two seconds from taking her up to my office and bending her over my desk.

"Come dance with me, Tom." She whispered seductively before leading me to the dance floor.

Oliver Queen

I brought Adrianna back to the loft, but couldn't get Felicity Smoak out of my head. More so, I couldn't stop feeling guilty for wishing that sleeping with her instead. It's funny because brunettes had always been my favorite, but I suddenly felt like I had a thing for blondes.

I remembered meeting her like it was yesterday. She was much different, like going through a goth phase different, and I really didn't notice that it was the same person. She was sixteen, maybe seventeen, that summer, but I was twenty. Yeah, I know it looks bad, but I didn't know how old she was until Laurel mentioned it while yelling at me.

And speaking of Laurel, I was over at her place, since her father wasn't home, when she had told me Sara's engine burned out, in the middle of the road, about four miles away. She wanted to take a shower before they got there, so she asked me to pick them up.

I got out of my black, 2012 Bentley Continental GT, and approached Sara and her friend. Sara let out a sigh of relief at my arrival. "Thanks so much, Ollie." She smiled, giving me a one-armed hug, while her other hand was holding the handle to a purple, wheeled suitcase. I returned it with one arm of my own, not taking my eyes off of the gorgeous, brunette goth. "I already called the tow company. The came and picked up Cindy." She said sadly, referring to her Comet that she named, promptly after test driving it.

But I was barely listening since I was too busy stating at her brunette friend that was chewing on her bottom lip.

Her dark hair had vibrant streaks of purple, and was tied up into a messy bun. She wasn't wearing much makeup aside from her dark purple lipstick and heavy, black eyeliner, which made her blue eyes pop. She was wearing a pair of short denim shorts and a black tanktop. She had a dark grey flannel tied around her small waist and black converse.

I couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight of her. She wasn't my usual type, but she was so fucking hot. Sara pulled out of our embrace and I turned to her friend, approaching with my hand out to shake.

"Hi, I'm Oliver, and let me just tell you, you're absolutely gorgeous." I flashed my million dollar smile, but her face told me that she was less than impressed.

"Hi, I'm uninterested," she started sarcastically, with a smirk, "and let me just tell you, I'm absolutely uninterested, Mr. Queen."

So she knew who I was, and I suddenly wondered if Sara warned her about me. I decided to try and turn up my charm. No girl had turned me down before, and I suddenly found myself wanting her even more.

"Just Oliver," I smiled, as Sara loaded her friend's bags into the car. "Mr. Queen was my father."

"Yeah, but he died." She blurted out, leaving me taken aback. "I mean he drowned... with the supermodel-y woman he was cheating on your mom with, but it could've been worse, at least it was the mistress and not your mom, and-"

"-and your dating my freaking sister, Ollie." Sara intergected, glaring at me. "Are you really gonna flirt with my best friend in front of me while you're dating Laurel?"

Laurel, who?

The brunette walked past me and got into the back seat with Sara.

Later that Day

Laurel was in the shower and I got bored sitting in her room, so I went downstairs to see what Sara and her friend was up to. I poked my head into the living room, surprised to see Sara alone. She was sitting on the couch with her feet curled under her. The movie they were watching was paused and she was texting on her phone.

I turned and walked towards the kitchen, and but of course temptation struck. Sara's friend was bent over in front of the fridge, retrieving something I couldn't see. Her dark, wavy hair was down now, (longer than I'd expected), and some fell around the sides of her face. My eyes couldn't help but trail down to her round ass in those shorts. Thank God, it was summer.

She stood, closed the fridge and turned around, instantly yelping when she saw me. Her eyes popped open, one hand flying to her chest, while the other held a bottle of water.

"Jesus! Didn't your mother teach you not to sneak up on people!" She yelled, and I couldn't resist but the chuckle at her reaction. This clearly pissed her off because she folded her arms, and glared at me.

"I'm sorry..." I trailed off, silently asking for her name. She rolled her eyes.

"My name is none of your concern, Mr. Queen." She said, moving to walk away. Before she could get far, I approached her spot near the counter, placing my hands on it and bracketing her between my arms. "Can you move?" She hissed.

"You know..." I trailed off, licking my lips as my eyes trailed over her tantalizing body. "I have this impressive talent-"

"Good for you, now move it." She interrupted quickly.

"I would love to pull down these jean shorts," I started, bringing my index finger through the belt loop, "and let you feel me tracing the alphabet with my tongue. Guaranteed to make you scream my name before I even get to the D." Her eyes popped open, but she was staring at something over my shoulder.

"Ollie! Are you fucking serious right now?!" Laurel yelled out.

I shook my head free of all thoughts 'Felicity Smoak' related as I got into the QC elevator. Our IT department was still relatively new, and as CEO, I was expected to go down there and spend an hour and a half with each of our five workers. It was safe to say that, (with me being a non-tech-savvy person), today was going right be long and boring.

But at least it gave me a chance to see Felicity Smoak.

Felicity

I sat in my cubicle, chewing on a red pen, as I typed furiously on my computer. I was working on a new program, like the company's filing system, but online and easier to use, while keeping sensitive information as protected as possible. In the midst of my speedster-like typing, I heard a throat clear. I looked up to find Oliver standing there, then he smiled and pulled a chair up next to mine.

"I thought evaluations weren't until Wednesday." I stated, pen still between my teeth, as I turned my head to look at the small Hello Kitty calendar I had pinned to my cubicle wall.

"It is Wednesday, Miss Smoak." He smirked.

"Oh. I'm sorry, I'm not usually so disorganized, it's just that I've been working so hard on this new program and I've must've lost track of the days." I replied nervously.

"Not a problem. Tell me a bit about this project. Mr. Steele seemed pretty excited about it." He said, looking around at my cubicle decor.

"Right, so it's really just a Queen Consolidated Online Filing System, or QCOFS for short." I started excitedly, feeling a tech-babble coming on. "This program will not only eliminate the use of paper, thus saving trees and making QC look better to the public for going green, but it will have organized sections for each and every file in the building. You'll never have to flip through a boatload of papers again in search of one document. All you do click the search button and type the name of the document, and before you even blink, bam! It's there waiting for you.

This program will hold a compressed folder of sorts, for each file type. For example, the 'Employee' folder will have all of our information that you guys have on file." I said, dragging my mouse to open said folder. Oliver genuinely looked interested in what I was saying, and I was surprised that he'd been managing to keep up. Both Sara and Tommy's eyes had glazed over during this explanation.

"So this is what it looks like right now," I started, gesturing to the screen, and turning my body slightly to face him, as he looked over the screen. "You see, here will hold all of our names, addresses, contracts we've signed here, evaluation grades, salaries, notes you may have, even our social security numbers!"

"But how do we ensure that the social security numbers are protected against hackers?" He asked, finally looking back up at me.

"Wow, I don't think I've never noticed how attractive he is." I muttered, before realizing what I did. "Please tell me I didn't just say that out loud!"

He chuckled and murmured, "Miss Smoak, I don't think it's very appropriate to talk about how attractive you think I am, when you're dating my best friend. But for what it's worth, I think you're very attractive." His pupils were darkening, and I turned my eyes back to the screen, before licking my suddenly dry lips. Geez, did it just get hot in here?

"So, I'm working on a secondary program, pretty much a firewall, but it's very ambitious. I've been talking with employees from Applied Science, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to need their help. I intend for this firewall to be strong enough that it's theoretically unhackable. The entire QCOFS will be protected against every hacking trick in the book, even the skeleton key." I rambled, hardly breathing between words.

"That is ambitious.. and will probably require a budget increase?" He asked.

"More than likely, but Walt- I mean Mr. Steele thought that you might like it since you're not too good with computers." I replied nervously, as he chuckled.

"It does seem very easy to use. I'm impressed." He smiled at me, his dimples literally taking my breath away. "Any budget increase that's needed, let me know. I think this program would be very beneficial to Queen Consolidated, so I'm more than happy to personally invest it."

"Thanks," I smiled back, surprised. New projects always required a third-party investor, but he was willing to invest his own money into it. Even though, my first two experiences with him sucked, he's proven to be a nice guy behind the 'Ollie Queen' facade. He's was definitely smarter than he'd let on regardless of dropping out of four colleges. It's actually pretty incredible that he's only twenty-four years old running a multi-billion dollar company.

He beckoned for me to tell him more, so I continued. "Every employee will have access to their own file. We'll all have an access code of our choosing that grants us access to the files we've been allowed to. So since I work in the IT department, I'll only have access to the files you allow me to. This will keep any prodding eyes from looking at things they aren't supposed to, like investor files and such."

"How long do you think this project will take?" He then asked.

"As long as everything stays on my time frame and there's no setbacks, I'd say another six months." He nodded, accepting my answer. The rest of our time went on mainly with him watching me work and asking questions about what I was doing from time to time. He thought that I didn't notice him staring at me when he thought I wasn't looking.

Oliver

Two months had passed and we were back to August. Tommy and Felicity seemed to be pretty serious, and I was happy for them. Tommy is like a brother to me, and I now considered Felicity a friend. Sara and I went to dinner with them a few times and we hung out at each other's houses.

The only times that I was alone with Felicity was at QC.

At some point after her evaluation, I'd started bringing her coffee, (with half-and-half, caramel, and enough sugar to rot her teeth), every morning. I'd have lunch with her from time to time, and we'd usually just talk about QCOFS. But one day we'd just started talking about our personal lives. She told me about living in Central City as a kid, and meeting Sara at summer camp. She'd been to the Lance's house many more times when I just so happened not to be there.

She told me about her mom moving them to Las Vegas, and living in a fancy hotel with a casino, which her mother worked in. She was so bright when she talked about certain memories, her face would light up and she would talk with her hands- her blonde ponytail swaying all the while.

I felt like such an ass about the way I spoke to her the first two times that we'd met. Felicity was simply beautiful and innocent. Every time I complimented her, she'd fold in her fuchsia lips as though she's trying to keep from smiling. Her cheeks would go pink and and she'd fidget with her, always painted, finger nails. She had the incredible talent of incidental innuendos and would babble herself into a hole. I'd noticed that anytime she does that, she closes her eyes and counts down from three under her breath. It was somehow the most beautiful thing, aside from her laugh.

The guilt began to set in as I realized what was happening here. I was falling for my best friend's girlfriend.

Tommy

"Are you seriously watching this again?" I asked with a laugh, walking into the master bedroom of the penthouse. Felicity was sprawled across the bed on her stomach, TV remote in hand, wearing just my navy blue t-shirt from last night. Her curls, from the previous night, looked as if she'd brushed them this morning and her glasses were perched on her nose.

"The Lion King is my favorite movie! How do you not love it?" She asked, dramatically, making me laugh. I loved that she could make me laugh. I climbed into bed with her in just my briefs, and pulled her in to my chest, one of her legs thrown across my torso.

"I don't mind it, but you always cry when Scar kills Mustafa." I murmured, twirling her blonde hair between my fingers, while my other arm held her against me. She smiled up at me, her blue eyes sparkling. I leaned my head down as she tipped hers up and gave her a quick kiss. It used to be strange having girls sleep over, so I avoided it at all costs. But I didn't mind waking up next to Felicity the times she did stay over and I definitely didn't mind having her around the house.

"What's the plan for today?" I asked, as she sat up and straddled me, her back to the TV as the movie played. "I like this plan." I smirked, letting my fingers caress her thighs beneath the t-shirt hem.

"Lunch at Big Belly with Sara and Oliver and dinner with your dad tonight." She smiled, gently moving her hips, feeding my growing erection.

"How about lunch with Sara and Ollie, then I take you to the movies tonight?" I offered, sliding my hands further under the shirt. Her small hands, now with blue painted nails, cupped my face before she leaned down and kissed me. I slid my hands around to her back, wrapping my arms around the waist of my beautiful girlfriend. She broke the kiss but kept her lips close to mine.

"You're ready to make our relationship exclusive?" She asked with a smile. Even though we'd been seeing each other for almost three months, we'd kept our relationship private from everyone but our friends. But now I wanted the world to know that she was with me. I didn't mind the paparazzi catching pictures of us together because I wanted everyone to know that she's mine.

"I am, baby, I'm more than ready." I whispered against her lips, digging my fingers gently into her skin.

"Good to know," she smiled, pecking my lips before continuing, "but still, dinner at your dad's at nine."

I wouldn't say that I hate my father, but after my mom died, when I was eight, my father took off. I literally hadn't seen him in years, and had a nanny raise me. It wasn't until I was fifteen that he'd come back, and since then he's been cold and distant. The man tore me down every chance he got. I know I've screwed up a lot, but nothing I ever do would be good enough for him. I sighed and looked up into Felicity's blue eyes. I hadn't told her much about my relationship with my father yet.

"Baby, can we talk about my father later? We're in a very compromising position and Malcolm Merlyn is a huge turn off." I whined as she sat back, her naked heat pushing into my pelvis, and I could feel her wetness through the fabric of my briefs.

"Fine," she smirked, before removing my t-shirt from her body in a tantalizingly slow movement.

Big Belly Burger

I drove Felicity over to her place so she could shower and change her clothes, rather than meeting Sara and Ollie in last night's outfit. When she had reemerged, dressed in short denim shorts, a white tank top, and gold sandals, her hair falling over her shoulders in waves, it took everything in me not to take her on her brand new sofa.

We currently sat in a booth with Oliver, waiting for Sara to arrive. It was only a few minutes of mindless chatter before Sara approached the table, a small pink gift bag in hand. Oliver stood, so that Sara could sit on the inside, across from Felicity.

"Hey bestie!" She squealed excited, as Ollie sat back beside her, but completely ignoring us as she spoke to Lis.

"Hey, Sara." I greeted, with a smile.

"Yea, hey, Sara. What are we chopped liver?" Ollie asked, nudging her with his elbow.

"Hi, Ollie and Tommy." She smirked with a roll of her eyes, before turning her attention back to Lis, and sliding the small pink bag across the table.

"What's this?" Felicity asked, a small smile creeping to her face, as she accepted the gift.

"I know your birthday isn't until next Saturday, but happy-early-twenty-second-birthday." Sara beamed. "I got it for you last week, but I just couldn't wait anymore. Open it!" Her birthday was only eight days from now. Why didn't birthdays come up and why didn't she tell me her birthday was so close?

"Sara, you know you didn't have to get me anything." She smiled as she dug a rectangular, black velvet box from the bag. She opened it and immediately gasped in surprise. "Holy frack, it's beautiful! Thank you!" Her entire face lit up as she pulled the gold, charm bracelet from the box.

"I'm glad you like it." Sara smiled again, it seemed like the two women at the table had permanent smiles glued to their faces, causing me and Ollie to smile too. "I left some open for new charms you want to add later."

"I love it!" Lis squealed, turning to me, silently asking me to put it on her wrist. I took the gold bracelet from her hand, wrapping it around her left wrist and closing the clasp.

I watched her as she admired it, and took a moment to notice the charms. There were six of them: one that looked like a computer chip, one of two small entwined hearts, the Eiffel Tower, an envelope, a poker chip, and a panda head. I wondered about the stories behind them as the waiter approached the table. He quickly took our orders then left.

"So, how's QCFOS?" Sara asked, striking up a new conversation.

"QCOFS," Felicity corrected, nonchalantly, "and it's good, may even be done sooner than I thought."

"The board is really excited about your presentation, Felicity. You should be really proud." Ollie spoke up.

"It's not a big deal." Felicity said, modestly, blushing slightly.

"It is a big deal, babe." I started, placing a hand on her bare thigh, beneath the table. "And I, for one, am very, very proud of you." I smiled, pecking her perfect, pink lips.

"You haven't even been at QC long and you're already changing it for the better. You are absolutely remarkable, Felicity Smoak." Oliver smiled, as the waiter dropped off our food and drinks.

"Thank you for remarking on it, Oliver Queen." She smiled back, digging into her fries. I was so glad that my best friend and girlfriend had managed to become friends. They were the two most important people to me, so it was prevalent that they got along.

By the end of lunch, we'd already decided to have a birthday bash for Felicity at Verdant. She told us how her twenty first birthday had consisted of her and Sara eating ice cream and drinking wine, as she battled through a break up. Ollie and I vowed to ensure she had the best birthday ever, especially since she's never had a big birthday party before.

I really felt the need to outdo Sara's gift.

Felicity

Tommy dropped me off at home, with a promise to pick me up at 8:30p.m. I opted to shower again, since it was so hot outside- I mean Nevada was hot, but good Google, Starling summers were incredulous. Once I got out of the shower, I checked my phone, seeing a text from Tommy.

TM: I can't get you out of my mind, Miss Smoak 3

I smirked at the message, feeling a warmth take over me, before replying.

FS: We'll be together soon enough, Mr. Merlyn

TM: Stay over again tonight?

TM: please

FS: I'd love to :)

I packed my overnight bag, then blow dried my hair, (the blow dryer nearly winning the war, but Felicity: 1, Hairdryer: 0), before using my curling wand to create soft waves. I pinned it in a 'not-trying-too-hard' updo with a few tendrils hanging loose. Moving to the closet, I sifted through it for a dress, settling on a blue, knee-length number with thin straps and an open back. It had a v-neck that was low enough to make Tommy drool, but modest enough for dinner with his billionaire father.

I went back in the bathroom, quickly brushing my teeth and applying light makeup, going for a red lip. I heard a knock on the door, and looked at the clock hanging on the bathroom wall. It was 8:26, so I padded to the front door barefoot, already knowing who was there. I pulled the door open, my charm bracelet jingling, to find Tommy looking exquisite in his black tux, (and a tie for once). I stepped aside, letting him in, before closing the door.

"Lis," he whispered as I approached him, then promptly slid his arms around me. Barefoot I only came almost up to his chest, so I had to tip my head back to look at him. "You look so beautiful, babe." he murmured, his hand sliding up my back and finding my bare skin.

"Thank you, you don't look so bad yourself." I smiled, pulling out of his hold, then leaving to go to my room, saying, " I just have to grab my shoes and my bag, then we can go."

"You know it's not to late to cancel and go see a movie instead." He called after me.

"Tempting as that is, especially since I've yet to see Wonder Woman," I started, sliding on one of my black, suede stilettos, "you've been avoiding this dinner for a month now. We're going, Thomas." Once the other shoe was on, I grabbed my clutch and swung my small Nike duffel over my shoulder. Tommy's eyes trailed over me as I grabbed my keys from the kitchen island.

"We can always just go back to my place..." he murmured with his hands in his pockets, following me as I head for the door. I turned back and glared at him as I opened the door. "Or we can suffer through dinner, but you're making breakfast tomorrow." He smirked, before taking my bag and following me out to his car. He opened the passenger side for me, and I paused before getting in.

"Unless you want me to burn down your penthouse, I'm not making you breakfast." I smirked, noticing how close he was standing to me.

"That bad, huh?" He chuckled. Tommy could cook, and he was a pretty good cook. Apparently so was Oliver, because they took a year long cooking class together, at one point, to pick up women.

"I was a broke college girl. I could make you overcooked ramen and pb&j." I admitted, shamelessly, getting into the bright, glossy, blue Bugatti Chiron. I wondered for a moment if a car this flashy was even legal to drive.

Tommy sat in the driver seat and looked over at me as we both fastened our seat belts. "You ready, babe?"

"Let's do this." I smiled. I was surprised when he hooked his iPhone to the auxiliary cord, and began playing soft jazz music. He didn't peg me as a jazz kind of guy.

We rode to Malcolm's house in a comfortable silence, then Tommy finally pulled up to a huge mansion. He stopped the car in front and when we got out, a valet- they had a fracking valet, took the keys and drove off. I suddenly felt nervous now that we stood a foot away from the intimidating castle's front door. I was about to meet the infamous Malcolm Merlyn.

"You sure you wanna do this, Felicity?" he asked, gently rubbing my upper arms. "I warned you of what he's like, I don't blame you if you don't wanna go in there." He pulled me in, genuinely concerned.

"We can do this." I said just as the door opened. We both looked up and Malcolm Merlyn stood before of, with a sarcastic smile plastered on his face.

"Hello, son. You two planning to stand out here all night, or you coming in?" He asked, with a bite to his voice. He stood aside to allow us in.

"Hello to you too, father." Tommy replied with the same bite, holding my hand and leading me to the dining room, as his father followed. We stopped near the table, and turned to face him.

"Why don't you introduce me to your date, Tommy?" Malcolm started, walking over to the small bar in the corner of the room, and pouring himself a glass of scotch. "I bet you don't even know her name, and God, I hope you've both gotten checked for STDS." He murmured at the end, sipping his scotch.

This dinner was definitely going to be a disaster.

First off, thank you for reading. Thank you to those who've reviewed the first chapter. Your reviews make the world go round. If you guys hadn't noticed yet, this will shift into an Olicity story, but give it time. It's going to be a bit of a slow burn, but I'm thinking only 15 chapters. We'll see.

Any who, the next chapter will be the disaster dinner tol from both Tommy and Malcolm's perspectives. I've decided that at rare moments, where I see fit, I will add in a character POV aside from Tommy, Felicity, and Oliver.

Next chapter will also include some Olicity moments. 3

Thank you to everyone for giving this story a chance. It turns out that I'm going out of rotation because stories are pouring out of me, out of order. Up in Smoak and Light in the Dark are currently being written, and whichever I finish first, will be updated first.

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