Title: (When the Working Day is Done) Oh Girls, They Wanna Have Fun
Category: Arrow
Genre: Humor, Romance, Adventure
Ship(s): Olicity + a whole bunch of brOTPs
Rating: PG-13/Teen
Summary: (au, Olicity) The Arrow is taking down a particularly dangerous target—and losing—when he is saved by Starling City's other vigilante, who happens to double as a Queen Consolidated IT expert.
Warning: Language, a jackass that thinks that consent doesn't matter, two people screwing in a bathroom stall, other things.
A/N: Hey everyone. So. . .here's chapter ten. I'm thinking that this will be 15-20 chapters long total so we're about halfway through. This chapter, as per usual, is un-betad. Excuse any typos, please.
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When Felicity opened the door, she saw Oliver getting out his bow and arrow.
"Hey," she greeted. "Ready?"
He put down the bow and headed over to her, putting two hands on her shoulders. "Are you sure you're ready? Maybe you should wait."
Felicity rolled her eyes. "How many people are gonna ask me this? Yes, I'm ready."
She removed her coat and dropped it on top of her duffel, revealing her new suit. The old one had been coated with so much coagulated blood that she had to get a new one. When she raised her gaze, she found Oliver's eyes sweeping over her and she suddenly felt a little more self-conscious. Felicity turned around and pulled her knives out of her bag. She strapped them to her thighs.
"Are we splitting up?" she asked, placing two more at her hips.
"No," Oliver answered almost immediately.
"But wouldn't it be more efficient if we—"
"Felicity," he interrupted, "I need to know that you're safe."
She wanted to point out that she could take care of herself and that the city was more important than her, but she knew that she hadn't gone into the field in a really long time and it would probably be better if Oliver were with her.
"Plus, Roy and Diggle are already handling one side of the city. We can take the other."
"Okay," Felicity answered with a nod.
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Felicity stopped a mugging in the Glades and the two of them managed to take the gun from an armed burglar before tossing his ass in front of a police car.
Felicity hurdled from the roof of one building to the roof of the next, barely making it to the other side. She fell forward and scraped her palms on the cement. "Ow. Damn." Her once calloused hands were now soft from lack of use.
She picked herself up and jumped when Oliver landed less than a foot away from her. "Are you okay?" he asked her.
Felicity nodded and swallowed.
"Your hands."
"They're fine. It's just scraped." He'd been kicked in the ribs a few times tonight—she wasn't the one that needed attention. Then, with a smile to lighten the mood, "I've been through worse."
Her attempt at humor failed greatly and resulted in only a grimace from Oliver.
"I mean," she said, trying to fix it, "it's okay, you didn't mean to and I just. . .um. . .yeah. Sorry."
"It's not your fault," he grumbled. "C'mon. Let's go."
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The rest of the night was spent in awkward silence, but to Felicity's delight, she was alive and well save for the scrapes on her hands. She got back to her apartment in time for the sun to rise. When she checked her mail, she was surprised to find a piece of paper inside.
Stifling a yawn, she unfolded the flyer. The heading read VERDANT OPENING in modern lettering and Felicity ran a thumb over it. Oliver was opening the club with. . .Tommy. Oi.
Felicity remembered Tommy. Not very much, just the fact that he was an absolute supreme jackass.
She folded the flyer and placed it into her pocket.
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When Violet heard that Felicity was invited to a club opening, she packed up and rushed over, declaring herself the inhabitant of Felicity's couch.
"Do you get a plus one?" she asked.
Felicity shrugged. "I don't know, but whatever. There's no way I'd be able to survive this without you, so either we both go or neither of us go."
Violet squealed (a rarity) and grabbed Felicity's hand. "We should go shopping."
Felicity did not want to go shopping.
Instead, she dug a gold dress out of her closet and let Violet buy something for herself. Violet returned a half-hour later with a three-quarter black dress that made her small chest look larger.
"How do I look?" Violet asked.
"Amazing," Felicity returned. Violet usually didn't bother with cleaning herself up, instead opting to wear pajamas for a few days and neglect any sort of hair-brushing, but when she ran a comb through her black hair and showered, she looked rather nice.
"You too," Violet answered. She gave Felicity a once over and grinned. "You look hot, Felicity. You should be proud."
Felicity gave an awkward curtsy as a joke but ended up tripping over her heels as she straightened up. God, she was so awkward. She was going to trip and land flat on her face and embarrass herself in from of everyone in the club. They'd laugh and oh god it was going to be like when she was a teenager again.
"Let's go," Violet spoke and tugged her away from her train of thought.
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"Name?"
The big bouncer was intimidating as hell, so Felicity stuttered as she gave him her name.
"And who's this?"
"She's with me."
"Sorry. She's not getting in unless she's on the list."
Felicity huffed. "Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Felicity!" someone called. She turned to face the voice and found herself staring up at Tommy Merlyn. "How are you? C'mon. You too," he said, pointing to Violet.
The bouncer glared at them but let them pass.
"How did you—" Felicity began.
"Oliver asked me to retrieve a blonde that looked out of her comfort zone. You two good?"
Felicity was tempted to ask if he remembered her; she wanted to know if he remembered ramming her into doorways or not, but she bit her tongue and nodded with a plastered – on smile.
"Great."
He turned to leave.
Violet stared at her best friend. "You look like you've seen a ghost. What happened?"
"N-nothing. I. . .I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"I'm gonna get some expensive wine. You want anything?"
"No," Felicity answered. "I'm okay." She wasn't, but Violet didn't need to babysit her. She felt so out of place just standing there so she weaved through the large crowd and found a place to sit at the bar. She ordered a red wine so that nobody would offer to buy her a drink and then pulled her phone out. She spent a good ten minutes like that, with an untouched glass in front of her and a glowing screen under the bar.
"I don't believe it!" someone bellowed. Felicity looked up to see which jackass was hollering loud enough to be heard over the pounding bass of the music and the chatter of the people inside. "Felicity Smoak!"
That comment had been targeted at her?
Felicity decided to ignore the guy until he left so she continued searching on her phone.
"Hey, Smoak! Remember me?"
Felicity looked up at the douchebag—Jeremy Dawson—and found him standing way too close to her and reeking of beer. She flinched away and put her phone into her bag.
"You look hot."
"And you look drunk."
He chuckled. "That's because I am!" He did a whole woo-hoo thing and raised an arm, displaying a sweat stain that was mere inches from Felicity's face. "Hey Smoak, you still a virgin?"
Felicity turned and glared at him. "Please leave."
"Aw…Felicity. C'mon. I'm just trying to have some fun."
God. Was it really necessary that someone be stranded on an island for five years in order to not be as much of a pain as they were when they were nineteen? "Yeah, well, go have fun somewhere else."
He slipped an arm on Felicity's shoulder and she jumped off the chair with a squeak. "Don't touch me."
"Are you sure?" he asked. "Most girls want me to touch them."
He wrapped an arm around her waist. Felicity looked around whilst panicking. It was so loud in the club that nobody noticed him bothering her. Hell, they probably thought they were together.
She dropped a hand to her thigh because whenever she had been in danger, her knife had been there. She found nothing but the golden fabric of her dress.
She had no choice.
Felicity shot a hand over to the bar and grabbed her wine glass. She slammed her heel into his foot and tossed the wine on his face. She kept stamping on his foot until he let go of her hips. She turned and ran, leaving him wiping his eyes and sputtering. Where was Violet?
Felicity shuffled through the massive group of people as fast as she could, tripping because (lucky her) the heel of the shoe she had used as a weapon was now broken. She picked it up and decided that if she couldn't find Violet, she needed to get to the women's bathroom. She stumbled over to the tiled room and found that it was inhabited by a girl vomiting into a toilet and two people getting it on in the handicapped stall. She wrinkled her nose as feminine moans leaked out of the stall. Felicity washed all the makeup off her face and applied only lipstick.
Once she was certain that she wanted to go back out, Felicity grabbed the handle of the door with a paper towel (for sanitary purposes) and headed back into the neon lights. She turned and saw Oliver talking to a young woman and one that was much older. They were both congratulating him and at first, Felicity thought that they were…interested in him. That was when she noticed that the older woman was Moira Queen, Oliver's mother and ew. She made a face even though nobody would know why.
"Felicity!"
The call was just barely clear against the noise, but Felicity managed to register the fact that someone was calling her she looked up and made eye-contact with Oliver.
"Hi," she greeted.
"Mom, Thea, this is Felicity." Then, with bright eyes that stared into her own, he continued. "She's my friend."
Thea glanced between the two and raised an eyebrow. "Thea Queen," she introduced, sticking a hand out.
"Moira Queen."
Felicity glanced at the older woman's hand. It was angled carelessly and Felicity got the idea she was supposed to kiss it or something. Instead, she shook it and smiled awkwardly.
"Do you two know each other well?" Moira asked.
Felicity nodded. "Very well." She saw Thea smirk and then widened her eyes. "I mean, not very well very well, just very well. We work together. Well, I mean, I uh. . .I work for him at Queen Consolidated. Which you might have known because you own Queen Consolidated. And…um…I'm going to be quiet right now."
While Moira looked slightly horrified, Thea appeared to be vaguely amused. Felicity felt mortified as her face heated up. Oliver placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Sorry," Felicity said, biting her tongue to keep from launching into another babble. "I'm gonna go."
She turned to leave, but someone said, "No. Stay."
At first, she thought it was Oliver but when she turned around she realized that it was Thea. "Are you…are you sure?"
"Yeah," the brunette said good-naturedly. "Sit."
Felicity sat hesitantly next to her. "I have to go check on something," Oliver said and excused himself.
"And I have to use the restroom," Moira said. Felicity resisted the urge to snort out a laugh. She wondered what she would think about the other people in there.
"So. How long have you been sleeping together?" Thea asked once her brother was gone.
Felicity choked on air. "What?"
Thea rolled her eyes. "Ollie doesn't have female friends."
"Yes he does," Felicity defended.
"Oh yeah? Who?"
"Me," she said. Was Oliver really so much of a womanizer that interacting with someone that had ovaries without sleeping with them was this unbelievable?
Thea rolled her eyes. "Look. It's like, a great thing if you're with my brother."
"I am not with your brother," Felicity snapped. "I have never slept with your brother. I have never kissed your brother. God. The only thing that I've done with him is hug him."
She looked shocked by Felicity's speech. "Never?"
"Never," Felicity confirmed.
"Do you plan to?"
"N-no. No. Of course not," she promised once she had finished her verbal stumbling.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Thea stared for a moment, narrowing her eyes. Felicity held her ground, refusing to back down. "Okay," Thea said. "Fine, then. I'm surprised, really."
Felicity clenched her jaw. "If you'll excuse me."
Felicity found another table and spent the remainder of the night in that dark corner brightened only by the screen of her phone.
A/N: Here it is. Tell me what you thought.