Felicity and Laurel 02
It was Saturday and things in the lair were getting a bit heated. Nothing too bad, not yet, but the boys were getting a bit stressed and not handling it at all well, to Felicity's growing annoyance.
One of their targets, the bagman for the local Triads, had gotten out of town late last night with Team Arrow in hot pursuit, three weeks of work coming down to that single, frustrating moment, Oliver, Dig and Roy standing there at Liberty County Airport watching the lights of the private jet carrying Zhang Wei Feng vanish into the night. Two minutes earlier…
Felicity shrugged to herself, one bad guy got away, but he'd be back and they'd get him then. Until then it wasn't like Starling City was exactly lacking for criminal scumbags of all persuasions after all, in Felicity's experience there were plenty more out there. The boys however weren't taking it quite so philosophically though.
Normally if they were feeling like this they'd deal with it the way they normally did, by heading out and beating the crap out of whichever members of the Starling City underworld were unfortunate enough to cross paths with them, however that really wasn't an option at; Felicity checked her watch again, 12.15 on a bright and sunny Saturday afternoon; so they'd fallen back to their default option, beating the crap out of each other on the practice mats.
Normally Felicity didn't mind watching the man-candy in front of her, between Roy, Dig and Oliver she had just about all the muscles on display a girl could possibly ask for, but it was getting harder and harder to appreciate it with the accumulation of reddened skin appearing, she was pretty sure they were all going to be covered in bruises and contusions before they finally worked whatever the hell was wrong with them out of their system.
She looked over at Laurel, standing there with a folder forgotten in her hand as she leaned back against the desk now officially designated 'hers', watching them spar, noting the other woman's brow knitted in the same concern she was feeling, seeing her wince as Oliver landed a spinning kick to Roy's side that she was sure was going to require icing later and make him sore and sorry for more than a few days to come. Laurel's eyes met hers and they exchanged a conversation without words, made up of head tilts and shakes, raised eyebrows, nods, sideways glances and rolled eyes, ending with a meaning-filled look before Felicity came to a conclusion.
She reached down and grabbed her Birkin bag lookalike and held it up where Laurel could see it, getting a slow nod from the other woman, who grabbed her bag as well, both women packing their things in and moving away from their desks.
"Excuse me" No response ensued, causing Felicity to frown and drag out the almost loud voice. "Excuse me!" There was a sudden lull, the sound of flesh pounding on flesh stopping, leaving the lair quiet save for the boy's heavy breathing for the first time in almost an hour. Oliver looked round, a little chagrined.
"Yes?"
"Laurel and I have had it with the macho displays, we're out of here" Oliver's brow creased, an expression mirrored on Roy and even Dig's face as Oliver put into words what all three were obviously wondering.
"You're leaving?"
"Yes, because while I appreciate the muscles on display as much as the next girl..." She indicated Laurel walking over to join her. "And the grunting and groaning and moaning isn't necessarily all bad, these aren't the circumstances I like hearing them in, I prefer at night, over the comm line" She paused for a moment. "Not that I like being a voyer, being a hands on kind of girl myself..." She mentally reviewed the last few sentances and winced a little, before manfully dragging herself back on track. "The point is we don't appreciate watching you three damaging the merchandise, so to speak, so we are gone, with the wind that is" Oliver frowned.
"Where are you going?" Felicity and Laurel exchanged a shrug before Laurel looked back at the Team's brawny contingent.
"Shopping" Roy looked confused.
"Shopping?" Felicity nodded.
"You relieve your stress your way; Laurel and I are going to relieve stress our way"
Oliver tilted a head at them, eyes narrowed, though Felicity noticed Dig nodding gently to himself. She smiled inwardly, no doubt Lyla had done a good job of educating him in the important things in life, such as lesson one; don't stand between a woman and a store full of shoes. Oliver seemed to have missed that lesson though.
"By shopping?" Felicity glanced at Laurel and nodded as Laurel shrugged.
"It's not as hard on the body as beating each other up" Felicity nodded, backing Laurel up.
"But hey, whatever rocks your world. And if shopping doesn't work, well a girls night of pizza and ice cream while watching Game of Thrones and True Blood will" Oliver looked at them both, an unreadable expression flashing across his face, then he spoke.
"Can we come over?" Laurel and Felicity each turned their heads to see a wickedly evil glint reflected in the other women's eyes, Felicity barely holding a giggle in as they each raised an eyebrow before turning back, speaking in unison.
"No"