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A single bead of water trickled down the plastic cup in Mari's hand as she downed her beer.

Life was good right now. Damn good. She had a beer in her hand and a smile on her face, happy for the first time in so long. Genuinely happy, too. Not the kind you earned by parading down catwalks or socking scum in the eye, but the kind of pure joy you experienced when all of life's troubles temporarily vanish.

A girl could get used to it.

When was the last time she had felt so carefree? So alive? It had been ages.

The last time Maria had experienced this type of pure joy had been two months back when she and a few other female members of the League had busted Roulette's Glamour Slam. It sounded peculiar, but that truly had been it. Between the simplicity of feeling like she belonged and the straight up sensation of freedom it had been epic.

Freedom. For a model/hero she seemed to lack it. Especially when she was with John.

Oh, John.

Their relationship wasn't doing too hot. In fact it was starting to feel like they were together just so he could avoid his 'destiny' with Shayera.

That hurt. Being used as a distraction was something she never thought she would have to deal with. As a famous model Mari had dealt with many men using her for other reasons such as fame, but a distraction? Unheard of.

Not to say that John was Satan or anything like that. John was a good, loyal, hard-working man who just happened to still be harboring feelings for his ex. But who could blame him? Shayera was gorgeous, one hell of a fighter, and had a spit-fire personality that made men like John fall all over himself. Mari knew how close they had been before the invasion, and that always left one little question in the back of her mind.

Would she and John have gotten together if the Thanagarians hadn't invaded Earth?

Mari tried not to think about it.

She loved John who to some extend loved her back. Vixen had cut him a lot of slack considering how things ended with Shayera, but she was getting fed up. He was with her now, damn it! John needed to act like it more.

The lights spun around her as she twirled in a circle, Heineken splashing out of the curve of her cup. The feeling of the beverage hitting her hand was lost to the model as she laughed heartily at the pulsing beat of the music.

The men she was with at the bar had been surprisingly good gentlemen, language and jokes aside. Not that Mari cared. As long as no one tried to sneak a peek down her shirt they could tell all the filthy jokes they wanted about each other's mothers.

When the bartender himself went, "A man and his wife go to their honeymoon hotel for their 25th anniversary. As the couple thinks 'bout their first time 25 years ago, the wife asks the hubby, 'When you first saw my naked body in front of you, what went through your mind?'. The husband said, 'All I wanted to do was fuck your brains out and suck your ta-tas dry.' Then, as the woman undressed, she asked, 'What's going through your mind now?' And the husband went, 'Looks like I did a pretty good job'."

Mari roared with laughter as the other men cracked up. Even though she had heard the joke before it still was funny as hell. She was so caught up in her laughter that she didn't notice the sound of boots hitting the ground behind her until a voice announced, "Well hello little darlin'!"

Vixen turned around in surprise to see Greg Saunders AKA Vigilante staring at her with that boyish grin she loved so much. There were many things about the man that she found endearing, but his smile definitely topped the list.

The two had become close friends after being sent on a phony mission to an alien planet. Between listening to her bitch about John and the two of them meeting up in Paris to shop Mari had more or less began to consider him her best friend.

"Greg!" Mari smiled, hugging him tight. Her face suddenly scrunched up in confusion, "What are you doing here?"

"Ollie-boy's getting his balls tied down to the future missus and gathered a few fellas to celebrate." He explained in a thick southern accent, "What brings you here?"

"The same, except with Dinah instead of Ollie." Mari replied, "Huh, who would have thought we all would have ended up here?"

"Not me. Mind if you give me some of that there drink?"

"Just don't drink it all."

Greg took a sip. "Ugh, Heineken. Darlin' ain't you been told that the one true beer is Bud Light?"

"You're crazy."

"Nope, I just got better taste. So watcha doing all lonesome over here? Thought you and a few ladies were having a little party."

"I wandered off." Mari confessed. She had needed to experience the freedom her life had been lacking. Sitting here a little tipsy laughing with men she'd never met and feeling sexy had restored something she hadn't even realized she had lost.

"Why? Pretty lady like you should travel in a group around men like these."

"They were behaving themselves." Vixen said, "I just felt like I needed to be on my own for a bit, you know? I don't know what it is but lately I just feel trapped."

"You know how to cure that, little lady?"

"How?"

Greg smirked, swiped a drink from a man standing next to him, and clanked his cup with Mari's. "Drink up."

Dinah groaned and tiredly blinked open her eyes, a headache slamming her thought process.

What the hell did I do last night? As she became aware of herself snuggling next to a naked body in her bed her thoughts quickly shot to, WHO the hell did I do last night!

Never in the blonds' life had she ever been so happy to see a goatee.

Knowing that it was Ollie instead of some random man on the street made Dinah feel a hell of a lot better. Mainly because she was engaged to the man, but also to make sure that she hadn't fallen back into the habit of bedding men she didn't know like she had when she was younger.

Dinah sat up cautiously and pulled the bed sheet up to cover her chest. As she tried to blink away any lingering sleep she became aware of a third figure in the room half-laying out of the closet in their room. An oddly human figure...

Oh, shit. What the hell had they done last night?

Her azure eyes widened as she realized that it was a person, a person who was beginning to move. Bracing herself for the absolute worst Dinah hesitantly watched the figure sit up...

...Only to see an unnaturally skinny man in tight black pants with chopped raven hair look around the room in confusion.

What. The. Hell.

The man turned to her and for a moment they stood there staring in a classical Mexican standoff. Finally, it was Dinah that spoke. "...Um..."

"Sucre bleu!" He yelped, "You-You treeked meh!"

"I what?"

"You treeked meh!" The man cried in a heavy French accent. "Zis-Zis is C'est scandaleux!"

"I tricked you? What?"

"I zought zat you and zey très belle femme were going to make sweet, sweet love and zen you baisage ze hairy American!"

"Wait, what?"

Dinah felt Ollie stir next to her and felt a spark of hope ignite in her. Maybe he would know what was going on here.

"Bah, you American women are all ze same! You love us French and our accents, oui? But you cannot stand the way we like to love! Ven a French man zees two beautiful woman giggling and drinking together you are ze lesbians, no? But alas, you tricked me! I followed you two up here wanting to watch and you are greeted by two men!"

At this point Ollie was up and beginning to grasp what was happening. "Hey Pretty Bird, why's Napoleon in our room?"

"Ze audacity! Still clinging to hope, I watched anyways thinking zat eet might 'av been an orgy, but no. You and ze hairy American went in one room while ze Italian and ze wacko took a couch. Ugh, I should speet on you!"

"You do and I'll make you go deaf." Canary threatened, "Wait a minute, are you saying you watched Ollie and I have sex?"

"Pft, eet was mostly you I saw watching, belle."

"You little creep!" Ollie barked, jumping up and out of the bed. When it occurred to the archer he wasn't wearing anything at all, he quickly made a grab for the sheet to cover himself.

Seeing Oliver was distracted, the French man quickly rolled onto his feet and made a beeline for the window and down the fire escape. The Emerald Archer cursed wildly under his breath as he wrapped the sheet around his waist while bolting to the fire escape.

Dinah, more confused than angry, decided to quietly slip out of bed and into some clothes as her fiancé chased the man like a hound dog on an outlaw's trail. Though watching him fall on his ass twice, drop the sheet, and scream at the man for insulting his size was pretty damn funny, there were more pressing matters at hand.

Like where her pants were, for one thing.

Deciding that they must have been stolen by gremlins (or a French man with a fetish), Dinah settled for slipping on one of Ollie's shirts instead. As she caught sight of his bare ass hopping out the window (the sheet had yet again slipped off) she sighed to herself with a little smile and headed out towards the main room of the suite they were in.

Dinah loved her friends, she really did. But there were fine lines between friendly things and straight up disturbing things.

Vic and Helena's naked bodies covering couch now topped the latter.

She quickly covered her eyes with her hand and looked away. Okay, maybe, maybe she took the teeniest little peek just to see how Ollie and Q stacked up, but seeing as there was no evidence she would never admit it.

For one thing, Helen would kill her.

"Babe, I finally caught the little bastard-Whoops." Ollie said as he entered the room. "Look, free porn."

Dinah smacked him on the shoulder and glared at him. "That's disgusting, and I better not catch you looking at Helena."

"Well if you get naked too then I personally guarantee I won't."

The blond glared at him.

"Uh, or I could just promise now."

"Yeah, let's go with that." Dinah smirked, "How are we supposed to wake them up?"

"Look, this is the longest I've ever been around the guy without hearing some wacko theory about who-knows-what. I vote we let 'em be and hightail it out of here."

"Ollie!"

"Or we could take the security tape and use it as blackmail."

"Oliver!"

"Oh, come on! Like it wouldn't be useful."

He had her there, but no way was Dinah going to admit it. "You're crossing a line between clever and creepy, babe. It's not very encouraging."

Ollie shrugged and reached for a shoe thrown haphazardly onto the floor. He inspected it for a moment before aiming it at Vic's slumbering head and chucking it.

"Ngh!" Q grunted, squeezing his eyes all the more shut and smacking away at the air.

"Stubborn bastard." Ollie grunted as he looked around for another shoe. Dinah figured it was time to intervene when she saw him stalk towards a stiletto before Vic lost any brain cells he may have had left.

The petite blond studied the nude couple uncomfortably. It wasn't like she'd never had to awaken someone with a hangover, but two naked friends seemed a little...odd. Not to mention creepy.

How exactly did one go about this situation?

"Do we...get a stick or something?" Ollie asked.

"No, no, we're being stupid." Dinah said firmly, "Let's just, uh, tap them on the shoulder or something."

"...With a stick?"

"No...maybe just a hanger or something."

"This is freaking ridiculous." Oliver breathed, heading towards the suites kitchen. His fiancé watched curiously as he stalked to the counter and poured himself a steaming cup of coffee.

As he marched back over and took a small sip, Dinah wondered what he had come up with for a plan to wake the pair up. Before she could voice her question Ollie stuck out his hand and poured the liquid all over Q's head in a flash.

Q woke up with a shout.

Dinah smacked Ollie.

Oliver let out a yelp.

Helen mumbled at them all to go to Hell.

"Are you insane, Queen?" Vic demanded as he viciously shook his head to cleanse it of the putrid drink. "Don't you know that exposure to coffee leads to a chemical breakdown of the brain as well as eats away calf muscle?"

It didn't surprise Ollie that Q was more concerned about the coffee itself rather than the fact that it was saturated in his messy hair. The man was famous for having a few screws loose after all.

"What are you staring at, Queen?" The redheaded man asked after a few moments.

"Um..." Wasn't it obvious?

Vic raised an eyebrow before looking down. He let out a slight cough of embarrassment then crossed his legs and positioned Helena so nothing too revealing showed.

Damn the alcohol for affecting him like this.

"Mm, babe? It's chilly." Helena muttered, snuggling closer to his side and running a finger down his chest. "Warm me up?"

Ollie's ears perked up as he leered towards them, but a quick glare from Dinah made him attempt to mask his initial reaction. Hey, it was more or less free porn and as a guy he was intrigued. Even if it was between a wacko and an even bigger one.

"Ahem." Dinah huffed, her hands on her hips. "We're right here you know."

"Oh, Dinah. Is your sex life with Archer-boy so boring you have to watch mine?" Helena asked sympathetically. "I'm sure there are websites and books that could help you."

"That isn't what I meant!"

"Sure it isn't."

"Could you put on some pants please? This is a little weird even for us." Ollie said.

"Don't see why. Orgies and open sexuality is more natural for humans than the secrecy and indecency it currently is associated with because of society's upbringing. Large gatherings of sexual activity were especially popular in Rome and Greece." Vic lectured.

Dinah covered her ears. "I don't need to hear this."

"Helena and I have sex just as you and Ollie do. We're two people with desires and share them with each other. It's nothing to be shunned or ashamed of."

"Seriously, be quiet."

"I've overheard Ollie and you having sex in the room next to me, so why does this unsettle you?"

"Shut up! Shut up!"

"Then of course there was the time I walked in by accident and saw you two-"

"Okay, I'm out of here!" Dinah cried, throwing up her hands and storming back into her and Ollie's room.

Vic looked at Helena curiously, "Was it something I said?"

The sound of someone furiously honking a horn prompted Mari to awaken with a jolt.

She jumped up and quickly looked around the room, her heart racing as she saw clothes and shoes thrown haphazardly around the room.

Her heart beginning to sink, she did the only reasonable thing and looked over at the spot in the bed next to her praying it was empty, only to be greeted by a sleeping face. Greg's sleeping face.

Oh my God...

A/N My sincerest apologies for the ridiculous update time. Life's very, very busy at the moment.

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