A/N: So I have absolutely no idea where this came from. And to be honest I'm not sure where this is going anymore. I'm beginning to think it's to OOC…

Takes place after 3x12…My version of the future.

Don't Stop me Now

Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time

I feel alive and the world it's turning inside out Yeah!

I'm floating around in ecstasy

So don't stop me now don't stop me

'Cause I'm having a good time having a good time

- Don't Stop me Now by Queen


Six weeks ago….

Ultimately Roy gave in to Oliver's narrow-eyed stare and returned the now mostly empty bottle of Russian Vodka to its owner. But the loss of alcohol didn't stop Thea from making a quick trip to the club, a reluctant and petulant big brother in tow, and emerging back in the Arrow cave with a fresh bottle of vodka and shot glasses.

"Oh goody more alcohol! I was just saying to Roy, that my buzz was beginning to wean. And a good buzz is hard to get. Right Roy? Was I or was I not just extolling the virtues of a good alcohol induced hard on? I mean head on…I mean buzz on…Ugh! Gimme some of that before I talk myself into a puddle on the floor." She reached for the bottle on the med table but was thwarted by the younger woman.

"Na ha, Smoak." Thea swung the bottle out of Felicity's reach. "If you want any you gotta play the game."

"Thea…" Oliver sighed. Felicity looked at him, really looked at him since he'd showered and changed, noticing the extra tightness around his mouth, the hard set of his eyes. Not one could miss the exasperation pulsating in every muscle of his beautiful face, but little sis was undeterred.

"C'mon, Ollie. What's wrong with a little fun? The past year has been emotionally exhausting and difficult for us all," she swept her hand around the Arrow cave, "and since I've been brought in on the big secret, life has been scarier than usual."

The pleading tone of her voice softened Oliver's features just a fraction, but she wasn't done laying on the guilt. "Look at Felicity, I mean really look at her." The subject in question felt his eyes in all their bluey oooey gooeyness lock on her. She played along with wherever Thea was going with the conversation and exaggeratedly batted her eyelashes back at him. "It's been way too long since we've really seen her smile and she deserves to have some fun for a change. Right, Ollie? Or would you prefer your little IT gremlin to stay locked up in the basement, miserable and broody like a He-who-shall-not-be-named-bow-and-arrow-totting green bean."

Oliver's eyes narrowed focused solely on his little sister. "You want to repeat that last part, Speedy?"

Before she had a chance to respond Roy interrupted. "More cucumber than green bean, don't ya think?"

"No, no, "Thea said shaking her head. "Broccoli?" She suggested, her face suddenly grimacing at idea of the floret-topped vegetable. "Who actually likes broccoli?"

Felicity sighed contentedly. "I loooovvvve broccoli….It is totally underrated as a vegetable. And the things you can do with it. Steam it, roast it, puree it as a pasta sauce or my favourite – good old-fashioned raw. Yummy yum yum yum! Did you know Thomas Jefferson was one of the first to grow it in America and surprisingly it's a high source of vitamin C?"

Thea wrinkled her nose. "Do you eat it or make love to it?"

"And are we actually talking about the vegetable?" Roy added.

She rolled her eyes at him and ignored the smirk on "green beans" face. "Ugh, what else would I be talking about, Roy? Broccoli is da bomb."

"I like broccoli."

Thea rolled her eyes at her brother's declaration. "Of course you would Mr. My Body is a Temple."

Felicity giggled but her buzz was degrading by the minute and the longer the discussion about suitable green vegetables (and how did they really get on that topic of conversation?) went on the more bummed she got. "Hey Queen! Are you going to share the vodka or do I have to fight you for it?"

"Like you could do that, Smoak." Thea eyed her up and down, surveying her opponent. "A feather could knock you over."

"Who said anything about getting physical?" She waved her index finger in Thea's face. "I could wipe out your bank balance with this itty bitty finger before you had a chance to go for your sword."

The silence that followed was deafening. Each woman glaring, eyes narrowed waiting for the other to blink. Felicity bore every ounce of fierceness she possessed and directed it at the younger Queen, whose reflection mirrored hers.

Time ticked on and no one in the room moved a muscle as her and Thea continued their Mexican standoff. Then out of nowhere came a sound emitted like a bubbling spring, a gurgling in the back of her throat.

Felicity let loose the loudest hiccup on record (I mean seriously, call the Guinness Book of Records loud). Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle the sound a few seconds too late causing her eyes to fly open. Thea held on for what felt like only five seconds before dissolving in a fit of laughter.

Then the most astonishing thing happened, a moment in time, a sliver of a memory that Felicity, despite her alcoholised rush, would never forget – Oliver Queen laughed. Not a chuckle or a ha ha ha, but an honest to goodness sound that began deep in the belly and floated up and out of his lungs before he (the master of control) could stop it.

And it was glorious.

And everyone noticed, Thea in particular appeared more stunned than any of them but given their relationship and history it was understandable. She sobered, wiping what looked to be tears of laughter (and joy) from her eyes. "Oh, Ollie…."


"Okay, who would you rather do – Colin Farell or Colin Firth?"

"Too easy – Firth all the way."

"Yeah, me too. There's just something about Mr. Darcy." In perfect timing both girls sighed and stared dreamily away at the same time.

Roy was annoyed at this turn in the conversation. "Is that the guy from that horrible costume movie thingy you forced me to watch a hundred thousand times… " Thea's expression turned annoyed and she pinned her boyfriend with a look at would wither most men to the floor. "….that I ahh…can't wait to watch again for the hundred and one thousandth time because it's so awesome."

Oliver snorted. "Good save."

Felicity reached over and patted Roy in the cheek. "Pride and Prejudice is a classic, Roy. Be thankful you have a superrific girlfriend who is willing to broaden your horizons."

"Superrific? Is that even a word, Felicity?"

"It is now, because I say so," she smiled triumphantly at Oliver. "I might just have T-shirts made…"

"Stay on topic, Smoak," Thea chided. "Now let's see…Oh I know! Captain America or Iron Man?"

"Ooohh…That's a tough one," Felicity conceded. "I mean Iron Man is a billionaire-playboy-philanthropist who has the most amazing tech and is a freaking genius. Genius! The man was kidnapped by terrorists, held in a cave for six months and still managed to make a flying suit and escape. But Cap is…well… Cap. Totally hunky, super human strength with the manners and class of a gentleman from yesteryear." She sighed heavily, then giggled when a thought struck her. "Can't I just have both?"

"Given your recent penchant for threesomes I can't see why not," Thea declared lifting her glass in a toast. "Include me, we'll make it a foursome. That way we can both have what we want."

Felicity clinked her glass with other woman's and agreed before downing the liquid in quick gulp. "Ugh…still tastes like lighter fluid. But the buzz is amazeballs."

She could swear she heard a growl come from Oliver's direction.

"What about us?" Roy protested waving a hand between him and Oliver. "Do the male members of the team get a turn to play this stupid game?"

"Estrogen only."


"Smoak, you have the strangest taste in music." Felicity looked glanced up from where he head was resting on the table to see Thea thumbing through her MP3 player, a frown etched on her face. "And your playlists? Verrrry strange."

"Thea," Oliver chastised. "Did Mom miss the respecting people's privacy lecture with you?"

She waved him off in a "whatever" response, her head still bent over the music player. "Hmmm….you have a playlist called "Lip Sync Contests"?"

Felicity had to think for a few seconds longer than usual, mostly due to the alcohol humming in her veins. "Oh!" She considered fluffing Thea off but who was she kidding, she couldn't feel embarrassed right now if she stripped down to her underwear and strutted around the foundry with an arrow between her teeth. "It means what it says – songs for lips syncing contests."

"Barbie Girl?...Last Friday Night; Katy Perry, seriously Smoak?" Thea Queen looked about as impressed if she had sucked on a raw lemon. "Candyman? I've never heard of this one and I run a club."

"I want to know what the heck a lip sync contest is," Roy asked innocently. "Is that like karaoke?"

Felicity groaned, and she was sure she heard a certain "Arrow" do the same. "Roy, Roy, Roy…are you really this dense or do you try hard at it?"

"Hey!"

Thea laughed, clearly loving every minute of Roy's embarrassment (from Felicity) this evening. "It's okay baby," she cooed. "Really, Roy you shouldn't be this easy to rile up."

"But oh so much fun," Felicity giggled extending her arm and high-fiving the other girl. "Let me explain this slowly, Roy…. Karaoke is actual singing; lip syncing is making it look like you're singing and having way more fun."

"I live in the Glades," he said defensively. "Entertainment around here consists of seeing how many beers you can guzzle before passing out."

"Where does one go for a lip syncing contest?" Oliver asked ignoring Roy, eyebrows raised, his head tilted in an inquisitive manner that, under normal circumstances, would drive her crazy. "And how am I hearing about this for the first time?"

"I had a life before you, Oliver," she snapped back, annoyed at his presumptuousness.

"The same one with a stalker lacrosse player?"

"Damn you, Diggle…" she muttered realizing the only place he could have gotten that tidbit of information. "For your information, Mr. Queen, you are looking at the two-time Starling City Lip Sync Champion." Three sets of astonished eyes locked on her and Thea gasped slightly before a giggle escaped her mouth. "What is with the doubt today?..."

Thea patted her on the arm. "This is slightly more believable than your pole dancing claim, Felicity. Only slightly"

"And how did that one work out for you Queen?"

Thea shook her head and Felicity took it as a concession of defeat. "Are you going to prove it again this time? And if so," she smirked, "try not to traumatize my boyfriend."

A look of panic crossed Roy's face. "A demo is not required."

She snickered, enjoying Roy's discomfort a little too much. Damn, the alcohol really did lower her inhibitions and expectations, so much so that she didn't hesitate to relate of the story of her entry into the world of Lip Syncing.

She began "Once upon a time in a company called Queen Consolidated-"

Thea interrupted, her expression disbelieving. "QC taught you how to do this?"

"If you let me finish…." Felicity warned. "So where was I?... Oh yeah…My first day at QC I met the most amazing man in the lunch room. He had just caught me talking to the coffee maker….okay it was more like arguing with it, but seriously, the money that company was raking in and they couldn't afford a coffee maker that didn't leak like a seventy year-old man? Anyways, the guy and I started talking….well he listened and I talked," Thea snorted derisively for which Felicity playfully smacked her on the arm. "So I talked, and talked, and talked, which might not have ended if it weren't for him asking me out. There was a club he frequented that he thought I would enjoy. There was also a comment in there about channelling my excessive verbal energy into something fun and productive. Hmmm, actually now that I think about it, it was more like "I can think of other uses for that mouth of yours". Yeah, I blushed and stammered but he was cute with big brown eyes, the kind you could drown in….so I went for it. We met up that night and two more during the next week." The memory was amazingly fresh in her mind. "And that grasshoppers, was the beginning of my short-lived and now long forgotten reign as the Starling Queen of lip syncing."

"But what about the guy? Did you date? Was the sex hot?" Thea wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Took me three dates to realize he ahh…batted for the other side."

Thea's face fell. "Oh…Too bad."

"It kinda was, you know," she replied. "But in the end he helped me adjust to living in a strange city away from everyone and everything I knew; cope with a demanding and time consuming job, and quickly became my go-to person for everything from make-up tips, to hair styling to breaking out of my shell, letting loose and shaking my ta-ta's at the club – after a few drinks of course," she added. "And now he works for me."

Oliver's eyebrows shot up, realizing of course, just who she was talking about. "How is it possible with that genius brain of yours that you couldn't see right away what takes most people mere seconds to realize – that Jerry is gay and proud of it."

"Wait," Thea interjected. "Jerry? As in your assistant Jerry?"

"Uhm, yeah…"

"Ollie's right, Smoak," the girl exclaimed. "Were you temporarily deaf, dumb, and blind? But forget that, if I pour you another drink," she waved the bottle of vodka in front of Felicity's eyes, "do we get to see this lip syncing brilliance for ourselves?"

Felicity stopped herself before agreeing without thinking the request through. True, she had more than enough booze to loosen her up, but on the other hand, she hadn't "performed" in…wow…almost three and a half years. Three plus years since she had started working her second job as the Arrow's IT girl/partner.

The pleading look on Thea's face was virtually impossible to ignore.

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this…" Thea clapped excitedly and Felicity had to wonder if the girl had never not gotten her way with something.

"She gets it from Mom," Oliver explained. Felicity hadn't realized her comment had been spoken out loud.

Before Thea had a chance to complain, Felicity leaned over and snatched the music player from her hands. "I get to choose," she insisted.


A/N: Inspired by Paul Rudd's Lip Sync performance on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon.