AN: this is just a bit of silliness that came about when I realized that Oliver used a Yiddish word in the Flash crossover. (It was hock, if you didn't know, and it means to pester/nag). Then I started thinking about Oliver picking up all these Yiddish words from Felicity without realizing it - Digg notices, of course, and really, he's just so fed up with these idiots. I posted this on my tumblr a little bit ago, but have been slow adding it over here.

Spoilers: None.

Summary: Digg would really like to just slap Oliver and say, "Do you even hear yourself right now, man?"

Adventures in Yiddish

Oliver was glaring ferociously as he stalked across the lair.

"Roy!" he snapped.

The younger man's head reared back and he spun on his heel to face his glowering mentor, nearly smacking his hip off of the computer table as he did so. Next to him, Felicity turned her chair and raised her eyebrows at Oliver.

He ignored her and kept his attention on Roy.

"What is this doing on the floor?" Oliver groused.

He held up a small, multicolored ball that looked like it had been woven together.

"Is that a hackey sack?" Felicity queried.

At the same time, Roy answered, "It's supposed to improve your concentration!"

Oliver tossed the ball to him with slightly more force than necessary, but Roy caught it easily.

"He tripped over it," Digg explained from behind Oliver.

"How do you trip on a …" Roy started.

"This is not a place for your tchotchkes, Roy. Leave it at home."

Oliver turned around and found Digg standing in front of the glass case that stored his bow. He raised an eyebrow at him in a silent request for him to move; Digg answered by giving him a strange look and furrowing his brow. He opened his mouth to say something and then changed his mind. With a shake of his head, Digg sighed in veiled defeat and stepped aside.

Digg shot a glance at Felicity, expecting to find a sympathizer, and was disappointed. She mouthed the word "what?" at him and tipped her head so that she could see around Roy – who was idly tossing the hackey sack in the air.

Never mind, Digg told himself. Not a big deal.

Oliver was reclining in Felicity's computer chair. He had one elbow propped on the table and his chin in his hand as he stared at the network of industrial piping that crisscrossed the back wall. Above him, Verdant pumped out a steady staccato of bass beats that drifted through the floor in a rhythm that was just muffled enough to be soothing.

"Hey," a soft voice called.

Oliver turned his head over his shoulder and caught sight of Felicity in his peripheral vision. He dropped his hand away from his chin but didn't move otherwise.

"What are you doing down here?" Felicity asked as she stepped into the space next to him.

"Hiding."

Felicity's eyebrows climbed toward her hairline as she turned and braced her butt against the computer desk so that they could be face to face. She dropped her purse on the table and then rested her hands on the edge.

"Hiding from what? Or whom?"

"Thea. She thought it would be a good idea to get farshnickert last night."

"Ooh." Felicity winced sympathetically. "Bad hangover, huh?"

"I think that's putting it mildly."

Footsteps on the stairs interrupted their conversation. Oliver knew that it was Digg by the way Felicity smiled; he didn't turn completely around, but he did angle himself so that he could see both of his friends.

"What's up?" Digg queried. "Did I miss something?"

"I was just gonna run some diagnostics on the computers," Felicity explained. "Oliver's hiding from a hung over Thea."

"She had a little too much to drink last night?"

"You could say that. The little nudnik," Oliver muttered dryly.

Felicity laughed and pushed herself off of the table. She made a little shooing motion with her hand in an attempt to dislodge him from her chair, but Oliver just gave her a bit of a grin and pushed himself – and the chair – farther away from her and the desk.

"Now who's being a nudnik," Felicity chided. The reprimand was undercut by the smirk she was trying to hide. "I wonder where Thea could have learned it from?"

"And what, exactly, is a nudnik?" Digg deadpanned.

Oliver and Felicity looked at him at the same time.

"Oh, it's Yiddish," Felicity said. "It means pest."

Digg crossed his arm. "Uh huh." He cut narrowed eyes at Oliver.

"What?" Oliver asked when he noticed his friend staring.

Somehow, that made Digg's glare become more pronounced. He snorted in exasperation. "Nothing, man."

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?"

Digg was saved from having to answer by the sound of Oliver's phone ringing.

"It's Thea," he announced.

"Oh, you should probably answer. She might need more Ibuprofen or something," Felicity mused.

"Fine, but if she starts kvetching you're talking to her," Oliver threatened.

Digg rolled his eyes – again – and threw his hands up in a wordless cry of "I give up!"

No one noticed.

"Oliver, just get in there and do the whole 'failed this city' shtick so we can get on with it!" Felicity hissed.

There was a pause over the comm link. "It's not a shtick."

"Fine, it's not a shtick," Felicity agreed. Her tone of voice made it clear that she didn't actually agree at all.

"Mom?" Roy couldn't decide whether to be annoyed or entertained. "Dad? Can we go kick some bad guys' asses now?"

"Shut it, Roy!" Felicity snapped.

Simultaneously, Oliver said, "Don't be a shmuck, Roy."

"I hate all of you," Digg stated in a matter-of-fact tone.