AN: Thank you all so much for your feedback and support of this little collection of one shots. I love reading your reviews and hearing what you all have to say! This was kind of drawn from multiple reviews from the first one shot, and then shaped a little. I love writing Laurel and Felicity, so I hope you all like it too. Also, this one starts on a Friday, but does end on a Saturday- just so you all know I am keeping with the theme, while independent of the other two stories.

Night Off

It was eleven o'clock on Friday when Felicity called Laurel, sure she was about to wake the lawyer up, but Diggle insisted that Felicity go out and enjoy herself. It had been a slow night, which for them was more than a welcome relief.

Ever since Slade's army took out so much of the city it seemed as though Team Arrow, even though Oliver hated when she called it that, had been working around the clock.

During the mornings and afternoons Felicity and Oliver were sitting in on meetings with what remained of the QC Board, corporate lawyers, Walter, and even a few perspective buyers. The buyers hadn't been their idea, but QC was in dire straits and this time nothing short of a miracle would get them out of this mess. Diggle was either with them in the meetings or working with A.R.G.U.S. and the Suicide Squad. He assured them that it was temporary, and with his and Lyla's new arrival on the way, he needed the income.

In the evenings all three of them huddled in the new lair while they listened in on SCPD frequencies, patrolled, and even hacked into street cameras around the city. Amanda Waller had generously donated a new computer system to the team, Felicity was just waiting for the strings to appear on that gift, which allowed them to be more efficient and cover more ground.

Felicity couldn't even remember the last time she was in her apartment to do more than sleep and a few of those times Oliver had even spent the night in her spare room. Felicity felt like she was spending more and more of her time with Oliver which wasn't a bad thing, but she noticed how much more in sync they were. Oliver had her coffee order memorized and always made sure to pick up a cup for her from that place she liked on his way into their meetings in the morning. Felicity knew which TV shows Oliver found amusing so she made sure to set her DVR to record them; five years away and then another two as the Arrow hadn't left him too much time for TV watching.

When Diggle suggested she take the night off, both she and Oliver began to object before catching the amused glance on Diggle's face.

Felicity was about to ask what it is she should do, or who she should go out with, but then realized that in all her commitments to Oliver, Diggle, and the mission to save Starling, she had let her social life go.

The girl's in IT that she used to go and grab drinks with after work now gossiped about her sleeping with Oliver, or no longer worked at the defunct QC thanks to Isabel Rochev. All her friends from MIT didn't live in Starling, and had been moving forwards with their lives; Felicity's boring day job and lack of a social life made for lackluster phone calls.

So at eleven o'clock on a Friday, Felicity called the only other person she would sort of qualify as a friend. She and Laurel and been making decent strides in their friendship lately, taking kick boxing at the community center, grabbing lunch or coffee here and there, and sending text messages back and forth when they each heard from Sara. Felicity wouldn't categorize them as best gal pals, but they were making progress.

"Lance," Laurel answered her cell phone, wide awake, and from the sounds of it still at work.

"Wow, and I thought I was a workaholic." Felicity laughed awkwardly on her end of the phone.

"Hey Felicity," Laurel greeted, and she thought she could hear the other woman shuffling papers. "Is everything ok? Is it Oliver or Sara?"

Felicity cringed, of course that's why she would think Felicity would call so late. Something had to be wrong for Felicity to be calling so late on a Friday night.

"No, no, everything's all clear, surprisingly." Felicity paused, not sure if she really wanted to move forward with this request. "I was wondering if you wanted to do…something?"

Felicity cringed again in her awkwardness. It was more out of the fact that Felicity hated going out, or having to socialize when all she really wanted to do was curl up on her couch and marathon- anything. It wasn't even as though Diggle was forcing her to socialize, he just said to go out and relax. Completely innocent and couch approved.

It was the look that she and Oliver exchanged when he said it. Felicity realized that aside from the lawyers at QC, which didn't count, her socializing with anyone outside of the team was very, very limited. That couldn't be healthy. She needed to have friends outside of Oliver, Diggle, and Roy. A few months ago she would have added Sara into that list, but the jet-setting assassin wasn't in town to qualify for a hang out session.

"I mean…I have the night off, and it's been a while since I've done anything that is not related to masks or computers or board meetings." Felicity went on. "I completely understand if you say no, you sound busy, and I know that you don't drink anymore, so I'm not sure what else we could do…not that we need to drink to have a good time, I just haven't been out in a very long time and I'm not sure what there is to do outside of the team."

Felicity waited while Laurel's end of the phone was silent.

"That actually sounds really good. I haven't had a night out of the office in ages." Felicity could hear Laurel smile over the phone. "Want to meet at my apartment in fifteen minutes and we can go from there?"

Felicity sat a little straighter, that was easy.

Twenty minutes later Felicity was sitting on the corner of Laurel's bed as Laurel pulled out yet another top that was soon to be thrown into the 'God why did I ever buy that' pile or the 'This would look so good on you' pile. Twenty minutes after that, Felicity's eyes were closing slowly but surely as Laurel finished up her hair in the bathroom and Felicity waited on the couch.

Laurel hadn't lied when she said it had been ages since she went out, and she was sure excited about the prospect of not being at work on a Friday night. Felicity almost felt bad for being so tired, but then again she was averaging three to four hours of sleep a night for the past two weeks, so she only almost felt bad.

"Ok, so what did you have in mind?" Laurel pranced out of the bathroom, causing Felicity's eyes to spring open and her to look around the apartment. "We could go to Verdant and mess with Roy? We could go to this new club that opened uptown? It might be a little bit of a line, but I heard that they have a great DJ. There's also this jazz bar that I have been dying to go to, do you like jazz?"

Felicity couldn't help but be amazed at how much energy Laurel had. It was nearly twelve o'clock and Laurel was still so full of energy, and she was balancing perfectly on those not appropriate for the office heels.

"Or, we could do something really fun…bowling. I heard that they have the black light bowling and it's supposed to be really fun. Although we would probably need to change clothes for that-"

Felicity just stared at Laurel in what could only be seen as horror. Two weeks, little sleep, and Laurel wanted to go dancing or bowling, or wait in lines at clubs- Felicity would admit that the mess with Roy idea had some promise- but Felicity was tired. That was only made worse by the fact that she was the one to get Laurel's hopes up about going out when she could have very easily gone home and slept.

"Laurel…" Felicity tried out, getting Laurel's attention. "Please don't hate me."

"Oh no, is the hair too much?" Laurel asked, self-consciously as she pulled at a stray curl. "It has been such a long time and I wasn't sure if this was the look I was going for."

"No, you're hair is fine." Felicity drawled out. "It's just… I asked you to come hang out, when the truth is that I'm really…I'm really tired."

That was it, Felicity just single-handedly blew up the only relationship she had right now in her life outside of Oliver, Diggle, and Roy. She knew she was being slightly dramatic, but if she took all that time to get dressed up, do her hair a special way, and then get super excited to finally go out and the person she was going with cancelled, Felicity would have been pissed.

Looking at Laurel, Felicity was just waiting for an icy "Fine" or "Whatever." Whatever word would signal the decimation of their night. There was a reason she did better with computers and the boys than with other people.

"Thank God." Laurel sighed as she let herself fall to the couch beside Felicity.

Felicity looked up to Laurel in curiosity.

"I am so tired, but you sounded so excited on the phone and it really has been a while since I've gone out so I thought, what the hell?" Laurel explained as she slipped her stiletto heels off her feet, smiling as she did so.

"So you're not mad?" Felicity asked, still unsure if her sleep deprived brain was playing tricks on her.

"No I am definitely not mad." Laurel laughed. "But, you did come all the way over here and waited for me to tear my closet apart, so how about we at least watch a move or something?"

Felicity smiled as Laurel pulled out her DVD collection and both girls decided on 'Roman Holiday.' Felicity started the movie while Laurel went to the kitchen and returned a pint of chocolate chip cookie dough and two spoons, it was no mint chip but it was more than enough for the occasion.

Both women snuggled into the couch as Laurel hit play and began to eat the ice cream that was settled between them on the coffee table.

By twelve ten am, Laurel and Felicity were both fast asleep on the couch, the ice cream abandoned in front of them, and a text message on Felicity's phone from Oliver that read 'hope you're having a good night off.'

And Felicity definitely was.

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