a/n: I'm adding the ending of the previous chapter as a quick reminder for people who may be reading in pieces as it is published. Please let me know if it's a help or a hindrance. I also forgot to inform readers that the entire story is based on several prompts from a list of 100. They are: #4 art, #5 action: character drinking, 39. colour, 11. black, 47. dance, 80. computer, 71. makeup. I'll see if I can fit in more as I write.

Previously:

Three days ago...

Oliver looked back at John, who hadn't come any further into the room. He gave the slightest hint of a nod. "Fine, here are the conditions Felicity…"

"My date and I will have a planned alibi, and my date will not be Felicity."

"What? How's that going to work?" she questioned, pushing Oliver's hand.

"Easily, I will be escorting a gorgeous brunette in a little black dress," he firmly replied.

Helena Bertinelli, Felicity thought, dumbstruck.

On with the story:

Her blue eyes narrowed, eyeing him with suspicion. "And how does that get my expertise in the building to solve your problems?"

Oliver met Diggle's gaze and smiled, "Just trust me it will. The brunette is the most remarkable IT girl I know. I believe she once said she should add " Personal Internet Researcher to Oliver Queen" to her resume."

Her face dawned with comprehension, not Helena Bertinelli but herself. She swatted him upside the head. "You want me to wear a wig?"

"No Felicity, too risky. You'll be dying it brown for the event. Your turn to don the disguise," he shot back.

Present day

Her phone trumpeted a medieval fanfare, indicating a text from either Oliver or Diggle. Meet me Verdant after work, O. Felicity was nervous. Tonight was the night. She was going incognito. Could she really pull it off? Be the flirty supermodel woman that billionaire playboy, Oliver Queen, would date? Only time would tell if someone caught onto their charade.

Parking her car, she grabbed the overnight bag from the backseat. An image of Oliver there, bleeding, flashed in front of her eyes. "I can't let him down! I just wish I'd taken drama in high school" she muttered to herself as she walked up the metal staircase. Punching 1, 2, 1 on the keypad, she quickly opened the door and rushed down the stairs. On her chair, she found a gift bag with a note, "The gods…go in various disguises… observing the wrongdoing and the righteousness of men. Homer's the Odyssey," was written in his typical smiled at the reference. "So that's where Oliver gets his inspiration," she thought.

Her hands reached into the bag and pulled out three boxes, delicately wrapped in white tissue paper. She opened the first. Hair dye. Her fingers trembled as she pried open the box, pulling out the instructions. She sat in the chair and started to read, "This is really going to be more complicated than I thought. I mean, I'm a computer genius. Surely, something as simple as dying my hair cannot stump me, but knowing my luck it will turn orange" she mumbled, peering through her glasses at the blonde ends of her hair.

A deep laugh startled her. "Here, I'll help. Before the island, I was Thea's personal hair stylist. She always owed me." Oliver reached for the box, brushing against her sweater. "Step one, take a shower then grab the robe out of the bag and put it on."

Her cheeks burned at the thought but complied. I really wish there was another girl on this team, she thought. She returned minutes later, damp hair clinging to her robe. "Now what?"

"Sit down and relax. Sip your tea while you're waiting." Oliver's calmly said, handing her a Firestorm mug.

Felicity cradled the warm mug in her hands, inhaling the spicy scent. Green chai tea, her favorite. "How did he know that?" she thought.

Oliver's gloved hands rubbed the dye into her hair, relaxing her even more. "So what name are you going to use tonight?" he inquired.

"Name?" she jerked around to look at him.

"Yes, name. You need an alias if you are in disguise," he replied as he gentle turned her head back around so he could continue to work.

"Hmmm…."she closed her eyes. "I'm not sure. There's a lot of meaning in a name. Did you know that Oliver comes from a blend of French and Germanic? In Germanic it was Alfifar – meaning elf warrior or elf army, blended with the Latin-based word for olive representing peace. So your name is spot on … you're a warrior looking for peace." She paused, "Well except for the elf part…I mean you're definitely not little." Felicity blushed and took another sip of her tea, and another, and another.

Oliver grinned at her discomfort. "So I'm no elf… however that still doesn't answer the question Miss Smoak." Finished with her hair, he turned her around to face him while he removed the gloves and tossed them in the bin.

"Well, my name is one of the virtues, meaning happiness. I'll have to think on it a little longer. I'll come up with three choices and you pick the one that you will find easiest to remember, since you are the one who will be saying it the most."

"Spoken like the logical, remarkable woman I know you are." She smiled as Oliver said it. "Time to wash out that hair." He sent her to the shower. When she came out he told her, "I've moved your stuff upstairs to my office so you can get ready up there. I thought the mirror would come in handy. I'll stay in the lair. Don't forget to open the rest of the gifts. You have one hour Miss Smoak, or the Hood will find you," he teased.

Felicity ascended the stairs, glancing back to look at him. "I wouldn't mind if the Hood came looking for me," she pondered to herself. "I wonder what he's wearing this evening. He already looks handsome." Felicity placed her hand to her forehead. "You really need to stop that," she told herself, shaking her head. She walked through the door and into the office of Verdant.

Sitting in the office, she opened the rest of the gifts, revealing a sexy little black dress and sophisticated strappy heels. Her eyes watered at his thoughtfulness. Originally she was going to wear the same dress she had worn for the Dodger case but this was perfect. She grabbed her makeup bag and headed for the mirror. Glancing at herself, she thought, "What a difference!" She felt sultry and sexy. She styled her makeup accordingly, smoky gray eyes to bring out the blue, nude lips to balance.

As she styled her hair she thought of the aliases she could give Oliver: another virtue, Faith to reflect her faith in him, Penelope, for the heroine of the Odyssey, or Desiree, to reflect his stereotypical token girlfriend. She dressed, put on the shoes and looked in the mirror. "What name will Oliver pick?" she asked the image.