If it weren't easter, I wouldn't have had a clue at what to write. Seriously. also overprotective!Oliver for whoever requested this.

"What in the name of god are you wearing?" Diggle had to stable himself against the desk so he wouldn't fall to the floor laughing.

"Easter themed party." Oliver ripped of the ridiculous headpiece and threw it on the ground. Shirt and tie followed soon afterwards as he marched through the cellar and towards his hood-gear.

"And you had to wear Bunny-Ears?" Diggle was still giggling. Oliver's face, that could have made a marine go to a knitting class, in connection with the fluffy ears on his head, were a picture he would never forget.

"Thea made me." Oliver scuffed, putting on his jacket and filling his quiver with various kinds of arrows. "She said that everyone who works at the club should wear them and we should make it 'a real fun thing' and get girls dressed as bunnies and serve coloured liquor. It's really hard to remember she's may baby sister sometimes." He bounced a tennis ball of the floor and pierced it with two arrows before it even hit the ground for the second time.

"Where is Felicity, we need her skills for this."

A loud bang at the stairs made both of them jump. A few seconds later Felicity appeared, one hand clutching the straps of a pair of seriously high heels, the other tugging down the seam of a short party-dress.

"Sorry guys. I'm about as blind as a fish without my glasses and those shoes are killing me! I fell down your stairs… Oh! Bunny-Ears!"

And with that she picked up the Ears and put them on.

The two men were both equally speechless to the sight in front of them. Was that really their Felicity? They had seen her in short dress before, but that had been for a case.

"Are you drunk?"

"Why are you wearing that?"

Both of them talked at once.

"I'm not drunk I just had a drink. And what do you mean with that Oliver? I was at party. Not yours. Obviously. My friend threw one. And she said if I don't dress up she'll dress me up and you don't want to see what happens then."

"You came here, dressed like that? Through the Glades? Do you even know what could have happened to you? You can't even run!" Oliver was furious. He stomped through the room and only stopped inches before he would have run into her.

She hit him on the chest.

"You said I should come here immediately! That doesn't exactly give me time to change does it? It is not your matter how I dress like and I can protect myself. Why do you think I keep sweatpants and T-shirts here? So I can wipe up fangirl tears when I watch Sherlock?" She rushed past him and sat down at the computer. Waking it from the stand-by modus and starting to type furiously, as soon as it lit up.

"Can you at least take of the ears?" Oliver was still standing where she left him, two fingers now rubbing the bridge of his nose. "They're ridiculous."

"No."

"Fine. Diggle, come with me. I need someone to stop me from killing a man."

Once they were outside, Diggle finally commented on what happened.

"You know, for not being her boyfriend or anything, you are pretty protective."

"Shut up."

"Guys, you know you're on the speakerphones right?"