October
An: I do not own Arrow. Here we are, Tommy's wedding! I have to warn you, this chapter got completely out of control and probably very far away from the Olicity wedding.
Oliver removed her suitcase out of the trunk of their car and handed it off to Diggle to pack in the cargo hold of QC's jet. Laurel and the rest of her bridesmaids were already on board and waiting for her. She still wasn't quite sure how she got roped into the bachelorette party. She's pretty sure both Tommy and Sara had something to do with her being invited to the bachelorette or maybe it was the fact that they were using QC's private jet and it would have been a slap in the face to use the jet and not invite Felicity. Either way she's stuck going to a bachelorette party she had no intention of going to. Once the invite came, Felicity knew it would have caused too much drama to say no, so she just sucked it up and agreed.
The party was being held at an expensive nightclub in New York on Saturday night. They were flying out Friday night and returning Sunday night. Even though the threat to Felicity's life was over, she still kept Diggle on as her personal bodyguard. Despite Joanna's protests, Felicity insisted that Diggle come with them much to Oliver's approval. She assured her that they would barely notice Diggle in the background.
Tommy was holding his bachelor party in Thailand and they were leaving at the same time but they wouldn't be returning to Starling until Wednesday. If Tommy and Laurel won't having their parties at the same time, Laurel could have used the Merlyn Global jet. Felicity had refrained from commenting on Tommy following the movie "The Hangover" but apparently Malcolm had. He gave Tommy some strict instructions to follow, that Felicity knew they would forget the moment they landed.
Oliver wrapped his arms around her and rested his forehead against hers. "Be careful," he said worried. "I don't trust any of Laurel's friends."
"I'll be fine," Felicity reminded him. "I'm not going to let them drag me into anything illegal. Besides Sara and Digg are there as well."
"Sara has her own issues to sort out," Oliver said knowingly.
"I'm sure we'll be fine. I'm not the one going off to a foreign country. Remember to keep your passport safe and try not to get thrown in jail. Thai jails are not like American jails," Felicity told him.
Oliver cracked a small smile, "I promise I won't see the inside of a Thai cell."
He bent down to kiss her softly. Felicity's eyes fell shut and she relished in the feel of Oliver's lips against hers. She was going to have to go five days without another kiss from Oliver and she tried to hold on to that kiss for as long as possible.
"Felicity!" Joanna shouted angrily from the plane. "We need to leave now!"
"I love you," Felicity said to Oliver. Her eyes were completely locked on his.
"I love you too," Oliver said bending down to peck her quickly on the lips again.
Felicity reluctantly pulled out of Oliver's embrace and walked over to the plane. When she reached the base of the steps she was surprised to see Nyssa coming out of the plane.
"Nyssa! Are you joining us?" she asked surprised.
"No, unfortunately no significant others are allowed but I wanted to make sure my beloved would be ok," she said as she started to make her way down the steps. At the base of the steps she stopped opposite Felicity, "Please look after my beloved. When it comes to Laurel she sometimes doesn't think straight."
Felicity reached out and took Nyssa's hand in hers. She squeezed it reassuringly, "I'll try my best."
"Felicity!" Joanna screeched again at the top of the stairs.
Nyssa frowned, "That one is annoying."
Felicity laughed and grudgingly climbed the stairs towards what she felt was her doom. Just before she entered the plane she stopped to look back at Oliver. Nyssa had walked over to Oliver and they were briefly conversing but he hadn't taken his eyes off of her. She waved goodbye and he followed suit. Joanna pulled her into the plane and the flight attendant, Marge, started to lock the door. She walked down the length of the plane looking for a window seat but they were all taken. She stood in the aisle and looked out as Oliver said goodbye to Nyssa and picked up his overnight bag. He then started walking out of the hanger towards the hanger next door where the Merlyn Global jet was parked.
With the exception of Sara, who seemed to be asleep on a seat at the back, all of the other women looked excited. On the seats on the other side of the aisle from Sara was Diggle and one of Laurel's bridesmaids. There were so many of them Felicity couldn't keep track of who was who. Diggle inclined his head towards the open seat next to Sara and Felicity settled into it for the voyage. It was going to be a long weekend.
Oct-2
As soon as they reached the cruising altitude, Joanna started the bridal shower games. As the Maid of Honour, it had been Joanna's responsibility to plan the bachelorette. Felicity had taken a quick peek at the schedule and Joanna seemed to have planned the entire trip down to the minute. There were allotted times for flying, games, shopping, eating, sleeping, clubbing and relaxing. Felicity's tardiness in the hanger had probably already pushed her back a good twenty minutes. It wasn't anything Captain Holden, the QC pilot, couldn't make up in the air so Felicity wasn't really worried about spoiling the party.
The games bored Felicity. Maybe it was because most of the women were strangers to her but she had a hard time understanding what was so entertaining about the games. Most of them were so simple, a toddler could innocently do them. Plus all the giggling at the sexual innuendos was driving her mad. It wasn't like Laurel was some virginal bride. She was a grown mature woman who was supposed to be making a serious life commitment. When the first case of champagne was opened and the bottles started being popped, Felicity decided to sit in the jump seat in the cockpit. Digg could keep an eye on Sara for her.
She knew Captain Holden well. He flew her out to Central City regularly and she had gotten to know his entire crew.
"Getting to rowdy in the back for you?" he asked her as soon as she entered.
"Just wanted a little peace and quiet," she admitted.
The Captain nodded, "Mr. Queen told me to expect you. He suggested we fly over some interesting geographical features on the way to New York. He thinks you would like to see them."
"That sounds great," she said buckling herself into her seat. "Does it delay our arrival time?" she asked.
"No, when I developed the flight plan, I did it with those flyovers in mind," he responded.
"Great, let's see the sights!" Felicity declared.
Four hours later, Captain Holden asked her to return to her seat in the main cabin as he was beginning preparations to land. Felicity complied and returned to the main cabin. The women were in various states of drunkenness. Marge was trying to encourage them all to drink some water but some still insisted they wanted champagne. The flight attendant looked like she was at her wits end. Sara was still seated in the back nursing her own personal bottle, which Felicity was pleased to note, was mostly full.
"We're getting ready to land," Felicity told her as she strapped herself in.
"Great," she said looking at her wrist watch, "only 46 more hours of torture."
"It hasn't been that bad," Felicity stated.
"You ran away to the cockpit!" Sara declared angrily. "Diggle is scared for life."
"Leave me out of this Sara," Diggle said calmly.
"You seemed to be enjoying the games," Felicity said defending herself.
"I only have so much tolerance for Laurel's friends," Sara said holding up her right thumb and right index finger with about 1 cm of space between them. "I gave up about half an hour after you deserted me and sat here with this bottle to ward them off," Sara admitted.
"At least you're not drunk," Felicity pointed out.
"Do you think we can ditch them at the hotel?" Sara asked hopefully.
"Nope," Felicity said popping her p, "I'm fairly sure Joanna would murder us!"
"You're such a party pooper," Sara sulked crossing her hands over her chest.
The Captain made the official announcement that they would be landing soon and asked Marge to ensure that the passengers and cabin were prepared for landing. Marge started at the first row and slowly started confiscating items and locking them away. When she finally reached their row, she took Sara's bottle of champagne away much to Sara's displeasure.
As soon as the wheels touched the ground on the private airstrip, Felicity turned on her phone and shot off a quick text to Oliver letting him know she landed safely. She knew his phone was off and only when he landed in Thailand and turned it on would he get the text. There was a limo waiting for them on the ground with another black sedan behind it. The sedan would be what Diggle followed them around in and what Sara was begging to go to the hotel in.
It was when they were closing the door to the limo that Laurel declared she had lost her ring! That set about a frantic search of the tarmac and the plane for the ring. After about half an hour her friends convinced her that it was ok and that Tommy had more than enough money to get her another one. In fact they told her Tommy could buy her a bigger ring to replace that one. Laurel seemed ok with that thought and the search for the ring halted.
"Ms. Smoak we will keep searching for the ring," Captain Holden told her.
"Please do. Are you going to the apartment that has the safe?" she asked him.
"Yes, the crew is staying there. If you need to return sooner just give us a call," he told her.
"I'll stop by after everyone gets settled in the hotel. I have something I want to put in the safe," she told him.
"Ok I'll let the security know to expect you," he said.
QC owned three apartments in New York that they used to house staff that came for meetings and the flight crew for the plane. One of the apartments had a safe that was used to place confidential items. Felicity was one of the few that knew the code. She was going to place her engagement ring in the safe. No way in hell was she losing her ring. It was not replaceable like Laurel's. It was one of a kind and Oliver had poured his heart and soul into the design. If things were going to get as wild as she thought then she was going to protect her ring.
The entire party had three suites booked at the Ritz-Carlton. The largest suite was occupied by Laurel and three of her bridesmaids. Felicity and Sara took one suite to themselves and the balance took the third one. There were three bedrooms in her suite. Felicity took the one furthest away from the door as Diggle instructed and Sara the one next to her. Diggle then took the bedroom closest to the door.
When she finished unpacking, she joined the girls in Laurel's large suit. Diggle did a security check and once he was satisfied that the area was safe, he exited the room to stand outside the door. Most of the bridesmaids showed interest in Diggle but Felicity shut them down. She told them he was a married man but a few of them didn't seem to care. They were there to have fun and they were going to have fun.
Felicity stayed for about an hour before she left on the excuse that she was feeling a little light headed. That remarked had a few of the women asking if she was pregnant, which earned them her patented glare. Why was it people were always on the lookout for pregnancy signs and baby bumps? Sara voluntarily stayed behind. Diggle asked the head of hotel security to let him know if the group of women left the hotel while he escorted Felicity to the QC apartment to secure her ring. When she returned to the suit Sara wasn't back yet.
Oct-3
Felicity woke up early on Saturday morning curled up under her blanket. She had realised after her many trips to Central City that she slept better if she brought the blanket from their bed that she and Oliver cuddled up under every night. The blanket reminded her of him and for a few seconds in the morning when her mind was still groggy she would think she was with him. Of course reality would come crashing in when she didn't feel the weight of Oliver's arm around her or his feet tangled with hers.
She knew she had quite a few more nights to go without her Oliver to cuddle up to. A quick check of her phone revealed a text message from Oliver that indicated that they landed safely and he was already missing her. A fond smile pulled at her lips and she typed out a quick message letting him know that she had a safe night and was missing him very much as well.
She highly suspected that she was the only one awake. She heard Sara stumble into the room opposite her at about 4:00am. She would probably sleep until noon. They were supposed to have a buffet brunch in Laurel's suite but that might turn into lunch. She wondered how Joanna would handle that. They were also supposed to go out shopping followed by the spa, and then the club. She suspected shopping might get cut from the agenda in order to spend more time recovering in the spa. She could really do with a nice massage herself.
Felicity headed down to breakfast with Diggle since she wasn't going to wait hours for Sara to get up to eat. They each had an omelette and orange juice before she decided to return to their suite. She used the peace and quiet to get a bit of work done. Applications had poured in for the both the Head of Cyber-Security and the Chief Technical Officer positions. HR was reviewing all the applications to ensure that the standard qualifications were met. From there they would create a short list of applicants for the first round of interviews. Felicity asked to see all of the applications. Sometimes a person may fall short on one qualifications but have something else that could make up for it. Though Felicity had the formal degree in Cyber-Security she knew there were many experts with no formal degree.
At about 11:00am there was a knock on the door and Felicity jumped up to answer it quickly before it woke Sara but Diggle was already at the door. He threw her a glare reminding her that she was not supposed to answer the door once he was present. He peeked through the keyhole and then informed her it was Joanna. He opened the door and invited the woman in.
"We've changed the brunch to lunch at 12:30pm after which we'll go straight to the spa to relax and prep for tonight," the brunette told her in a clip tone. She obviously wasn't very pleased with the way her carefully laid plans had been tossed out the window.
"Great we'll see you at 12:30," Felicity said plastering on a fake grin. Joanna nodded and left, Diggle closing the door behind her.
Felicity decided she would give Sara till twelve o'clock and then wake her up. Thoughts of how to wake her friend up crossed her mind. Maybe she could send Digg down to the ice machine to fill a bucket and dump the bucket of ice over Sara. Or she could use her lipstick and draw faces on Sara's cheeks. Or she could use her waterproof mascara and draw whiskers on Sara's face. Damn, she was spending too much time with Tommy if she was seriously considering doing some of those things. Wasn't it just last night she was saying the games on the plane were childish?
Felicity was very tempted to call Oliver and see what he was up to but she had promised herself that she would not interfere during his time with Tommy. She already received many complaints that she was hogging Oliver all to herself. She settled herself on her bed with her tablet again and focused on the applicants. She had finished reviewing the applications for the Cyber-Security post and had created her own short list that she would compare to HR's. She then focused on the applications for Chief Technical Officer.
At 12:10pm, she got a little carried away reading some of the cover letters that came with the applications, she woke Sara up by tricking her into thinking the fire alarm was going off. Sara was not pleased but Tommy was going to love the video that Felicity took. They arrived in Laurel's suite at 12:45pm and despite being fifteen minutes late, they were there before the girls in the other suite. The door to Laurel's room was still shut but Joanna and two others were filling their plates with food.
"Finally you're here," Joanna said. "Lisa can you go get the other girls. Laurel will eat after we finish eating."
"Do we need to wake Laurel up because I know the perfect way to do it?" Sara asked mischievously before giving Felicity some serious side eye.
"I got it handled," Joanna stated.
Felicity and Sara helped themselves to lunch and then settled on one of the many love seats together. Diggle remained position outside the suite. He ordered room service earlier and ate while Sara was getting ready.
"You had a late night," Felicity teased.
"Yeah, I tried to get away earlier but Laurel pulled out the sister card and I got stuck here later than I would have liked," Sara admitted.
"I'm sure it wasn't that bad," Felicity said repeating her words from the plane.
"Not until they started discussing sex and recommending things for Laurel to try on her honeymoon, then I just wanted to puke. Tommy's going to become my brother and I didn't need to hear that shit," Sara said.
Felicity laughed hard while Sara glared mildly at her. They ate in silence for a while before Sara broke it.
"Felicity, what do you want to do for your bachelorette?" she asked her. "I mean you could go anywhere you want."
"I don't know I haven't really thought about it. You're often on the other side of the globe, Thea's in school and Caitlin's in Central City. It seems kind of difficult to get you gals together," she said reasonably.
"That's not for you to worry about Felicity. Remember we throw the party for you," Sara pointed out.
"I know just give me time to think about it," Felicity said.
In an hour's time she was face down on a massage table while a young man worked on loosening her shoulder muscles. Apparently she was tense. Sara was on the table next to her as another young man worked on her as well. After their massage, they got facial scrubs, manicures and pedicures. They even forced Diggle into getting a pedicure. She had filmed that as well for Oliver and Tommy but the first person she sent the link to was Lyla.
The sun was setting by the time they returned to the hotel. A few photographers had caught on to where they were staying and security had to escort them inside. The girls all voted for a quick nap before they got ready for the club and Felicity went back to reviewing the applications. Felicity checked her phone periodically to see if Oliver had texted but there were no messages yet. The boys probably had him busy.
After their two hour nap, everyone returned to Laurel's suite to do hair and makeup. Joanna had sourced all of their outfits for the evening. Laurel wanted each girl to pull off a look they wouldn't usually do and for Felicity that meant dressing as a seductress. The bright red dress Joanna had chosen for her clung to her body like a second skin and was far shorter than Felicity was accustomed wearing. She was sure it stopped right under her butt. If she bent over, everything would be on display for the whole world to see. She was also given knee high black stiletto boots to go with it. They emphasized her makeup and curled her hair. Felicity was sure that if she stood up on a street corner, she would have men throwing money at her.
Sara would be dressing up as a girl next door since Laurel was convinced that her baby sister was the wild one. Joanna gave Sara a skirt that stopped in the middle of her knees, a flowery blouse, a pony tail and fake glasses. They didn't use any makeup on her. She was allowed to wear six inch black pumps.
Laurel was dressed in a simple curve hugging white dress. She was given a sash that said bride-to-be along with a beautiful tiara. Each girl was also given a fancy clip that marked them as members of the bridal party.
"I hate these glasses," Sara whined as they walked to the door of Laurel's suite. They needed to collect a few things from their rooms before they left. At the top of the list was a coat.
"I hate this dress," Felicity replied. "How do you sit without everything being on display? I really think Joanna didn't take into account the shape of my butt when she bought this."
"Digg is going to have his work cut out for him tonight," Sara admitted.
They exited the suite to find Digg standing at the door. She felt like a teenage girl standing in front of her father waiting for approval, not that she had ever experienced that before she just assumed that this was what it felt like.
"Felicity, I don't think I have enough places on my body to conceal the amount of weapons I'm going to need to protect you tonight in that outfit," Diggle said seriously.
"Don't worry, I know self-defence," Sara said, "Nyssa is a Krav Maga expert and she's been teaching me. Together we can protect our girl!"
There were a ton of photographers waiting at the club to take pictures of them. Felicity pulled her coat tighter around her and walked into the club. She was not getting photographed in that outfit. Inside she took off the coat and headed straight to the VIP area where they had a booth reserved. Many men stared at her as she made her way through the club and she did her best to ignore them. When one man tried to get too close, Diggle stopped his advance while she and Sara continued on their way.
Inside the VIP section there was one other high roller there with a few of his friends. Laurel and her friends didn't hesitate to start mingling with them. Felicity preferred to keep to herself and she sat as far away from them as possible. She chose to sit at a cocktail table with a long table cloth that was close to the wall so that she could hide away from sight. When she hopped up on the stool, the skirt rode further up her legs and she felt like everything was on display. She tried to tug it down but it didn't budge. Diggle took up a stance a few feet to her right against the wall while Sara sat in the open opposite her. A tall redhead man from the other party approached them.
"Hello ladies," he said charmingly resting his hand on the back of Sara's chair while his eyes zeroed in on Felicity's thighs.
"Hello," Felicity replied pleasantly.
"Go away," Sara advised bluntly, "We're both taken and not interested."
"You haven't even heard what I have to offer yet?" the guy said licking his lips.
"I prefer women so if you have a sausage between your legs, I'm not interested," Sara told him.
"I was more interested in your friend," he replied to Sara but his eyes were still surveying Felicity's body.
"I'm married," Felicity said. "Talk to one of the other girls. You might actually have a chance with them," she told him inclining her head towards Laurel's friends. The girls were currently taking body shots off of some of the guys.
"Funny, I remember reading you were engaged and clearly you're not wearing your ring anymore," he said removing his hand from Sara's chair.
He started to move towards Felicity but Sara put her hand firmly on the man's chest. Diggle was also perched ready to act.
"Moron, she's not interested," Sara said her tone turning threatening.
Felicity had never seen this side of Sara before.
"Listen sweetheart," the man started to say.
"I am no man's sweetheart," Sara replied icily. She jumped down from her chair to confront the man but she slammed her feet down too hard and her left heel broke causing her to lose balance and topple on to the table.
The man started roaring with laughter but Felicity was too focused on Sara. The laughter started getting further away and she registered Diggle holding the man in an arm lock and escorting him away from them.
"You ok Sara?" Felicity asked her.
"I think I broke my ankle," Sara said.
"Frak, Nyssa's going to kill me!"
Oct-4
Spread across Sunday morning's celebrity section of the newspaper was a picture of Laurel and all of her bridesmaids, minus Sara, mooning the cameras. That had to have happened after they left the club to go to the hospital to get Sara's ankle treated. An ankle injury wasn't very high up on the triage list and they had to wait for several hours as many serious emergencies had come into the hospital that night. On her way back from the hospital at 10:00am in the morning, she picked up the paper from the newsstand outside the hotel. She briefly looked at the front page headlines before collapsing into bed.
Now, after a good eight hours of rest, she was reading the paper properly. Usually she didn't read the celebrity section but she really wanted to know what the boys were up to. The paparazzi had taken quite a few photos of the boys in Thailand. There was a picture of Tommy and two of the groomsmen running down the beach naked. The front area was blurred for the paper but the internet was bound to have the original picture. Laurel was going to kill him as soon as she sobered up and saw that particular picture.
Another picture of the guys with a few Thai girls drew her attention. One of the girls was sitting on Oliver's lap. She did not like that one bit. She opened the picture, attached it to a message and sent it to Oliver's phone with a simple message.
What is this?
It was six o'clock in the evening in New York. It would be Monday morning in Thailand and the boys should be asleep but Oliver's response came much quicker than she expected.
An overzealous girl that didn't understand that I'm a taken man.
What's this?
There was an attachment and she opened the picture to find it was a close up of her taken when she was walking into the club. There was a large arrow that pointed to the fact that she wasn't wearing her engagement ring. She responded immediately.
Laurel lost her engagement ring. I did not want to lose mine so I secured it in the QC apartment safe.
Oh and I'm not in that other picture that's been floating around.
She pressed send and checked the time on her phone. She needed to swing by the apartment and collect her ring. She and Sara had opted out of the Sunday afternoon activities and they were meeting the girls at the plane at 8:00pm. She hoped they were on time. A minute later he replied.
Laurel lost the ring! Guess she can't be too angry about the naked pictures of Tommy if she lost the ring.
And I know you are not in that picture.
I would recognise your gorgeous behind anywhere.
Felicity laughed at Oliver's response. She really missed him. If was probably psychological, but with so many miles between them, the little ache she always got when they were apart felt ten times worse. She didn't want the conversation to end yet so she decided to enquire about their trip.
What do you guys have planned for tonight?
She hoped it wasn't anything too outrageous. If she had to bail him out of jail she was sending Diggle and his mother to do it! This week was a busy week for her.
I have absolutely no idea but the guys are already planning my bachelor party.
The smile Felicity had on her face slowly disappeared as she read his text. This probably wasn't the best medium to be discussing this but Felicity really wanted to talk to Oliver about how she felt about her own bachelorette party. She felt like she needed to get it off her chest.
I think I'm cancelling my bachelorette. I do not want to do this.
She pressed send. She didn't know how Oliver would feel about that. The vibration of her phone alerted her to his response.
Felicity are you sure you want to do that?
I realise that Laurel has probably gone way over the top
but you don't have to do that with your own.
She could tell by his text that he was concerned. She chose her words carefully.
Yes. I'm sure.
Sara broke her ankle.
Caitlin is in Central City.
And Thea has end of term exams to study for.
It would be too difficult to get everyone together.
Plus I'll be crazy busy trying to orient the new staff before our wedding.
I think it's for the best.
She pressed send and waited with baited breathe. His reply was instantaneous.
I'll cancel my bachelor party as well then.
Oh no. That wasn't what she wanted. She wanted him to have fun. Tommy had said that bachelor party was very important for men.
You don't need to do that Oliver. I know you want to have fun with the guys.
She regretted opening this can of worms now. Her phone buzzed again and she looked at the message.
I would rather stay home and share a bottle of wine with you.
This lifestyle isn't for me anymore.
The guys think I'm a party pooper.
A limo just arrived to take us somewhere.
I got to go do a head count and make sure we still have everyone.
Her heart sank when she read the text. It meant they couldn't communicate much longer. Her reply was simple.
Ok see you soon. I love you.
His response was immediate.
I love you too.
She put her phone down and decided to focus on getting Sara packed up and ready to travel. Her friend hated the cast on her ankle and her restricted mobility. Diggle handled all of their bags while Felicity went to the front desk to check them out. She had to pay extra for the late checkout. They had just enough time to pick up her engagement ring and arrive at the private airstrip on time.
There was a bunch of paparazzi outside the entrance to the airstrip waiting for them. Many of them were asking her if the wedding was still on because she was spotted without her engagement ring that weekend. A few asked if the picture that surfaced of Oliver having a romantic tryst with an unknown Thai girl prompted the end of their engagement. Felicity briefly wondered if she should lie and tell them that the wedding was off so they would stop trying to get the details of her wedding but then she reaslied that there was no way she and Oliver could pull off a broken up couple since they lived together. She wasn't going to move out just to fool the media.
Just as the vehicle had started to drive through the opened gate, Felicity swore she heard one reporter asking if she could confirm that Laurel had called off the wedding again. Felicity ignored it as gossip and focused on getting their stuff ready to board the plane. Laurel and the girls weren't there yet and the plane was scheduled to leave at 8:00pm. They had already filed all the necessary documents. She had work the next day and really wanted to get back on time.
After half an hour of waiting she called Joanna.
"Hey Joanna, we're waiting on you," Felicity said when the girl answered.
"We're still in New Jersey," the girl answered.
"New Jersey!" Felicity screeched.
Both Diggle and Sara frowned.
"Laurel isn't ready to leave yet," Joanna explained. "She doesn't want to face Tommy after what he said. We might overnight here."
Felicity put her hand to her temple. She had no idea what was going on and she had the sneaking suspicion that she didn't want to know.
"Look, Joanna. I need to get back to Star City. I thought Laurel had to get back as well but apparently I was wrong. The plane is leaving now. Laurel and Tommy can pay for your return tickets to Star City," Felicity said hanging up the phone.
"We're going. Captain Holden, start up the engines let's get out of here!"
Oct-5
Felicity was happy to be home after that whirlwind weekend. The boys were of course still in Thailand, Laurel was still somewhere on the east coast and Oliver was stuck playing mediator. Felicity was determined not to get involved. Whatever their fight was about, they needed to solve it like adults. Naturally they had to find their solution by Friday night because Malcolm indicated that he was not calling off the wedding and come Saturday, the two of them had to get married.
Felicity chose to focus on her own wedding. She had sent Caitlin her preferred choice for the bridesmaid dress with a few suggestions and Caitlin replied with an updated design. Felicity loved it and sent her an e-mail telling her to go ahead with the seamstress in Central City to get them done. The dress was going to be an emerald green floor length fitted dress. The sides were straight and it would have two slits on either side so the girls could walk. The top of the dress was a straight tube top cut across with one silver strap that started from the top right hand corner of the dress cutting across the chest to the left shoulder, over on to the back, straight down to the waist and then wrap around to the front to create a belt. The start of the strap on the top would like the tail end of an arrow and the end of the silver streak on the front would be the head of the arrow.
Felicity sent Thea the final design for the bridesmaid dresses and offered her the opportunity to wear the same dress as the other bridesmaids. She knew Thea really wanted to feel included in the bridal party and the dress would do that. Within five minutes Thea responded with a resounding YES. It was soon followed by an e-mail from the Queen tailor with Thea's measurements so that she could get her dress made with Caitlin's and Sara's.
She was further distracted when Diggle arrived. He had another guard watching her while he went for an appointment with Lyla.
"Everything ok Digg?" she asked him.
"Great news actually. Lyla's pregnant!" he beamed.
"That's great news. Congratulations! We need to celebrate!" she declared.
"Don't you want to wait for Oliver?" he asked.
"We can celebrate again when Oliver returns. Tell Lyla to pick the place. I'm covering the bill for the night."
Oct-6
Getting Oliver out of the loft the morning of Laurel's wedding, felt like an absolute rush. He needed to get to the hotel were Tommy was getting ready by 8:00am. Felicity made sure he had his tux, his shoes, his socks, his shampoo, his soap, his razor, his phone, his keys, the best man speech (which she had printed several copies of) and a small duffel bag filled with snacks for him, Sara and Tommy. It was going to be a long day and she didn't know if they would get to have a proper meal before the wedding.
Once he was gone, Felicity took her time to get ready. She drew a bath, added her favourite oils and relaxed for about half an hour. Thea would be coming over soon to do her hair and makeup. Felicity decided not to get it professionally done because she didn't want to go through that hassle. Laurel wouldn't want any pictures with her anyway, especially not after the way she yelled at Laurel Thursday night to get her head out of her ass and just marry the man she loved. Really what was so hard about that? Despite his outrageous tendencies Tommy was a good man and if Laurel wasn't careful, some other woman might swoop in and take him from her.
Felicity had chosen to wear the female version of a tux. Nyssa was wearing one and Sara was afraid of her girlfriend sticking out like a sore thumb so Felicity said she would wear one as well. Thea thought it was a very cool idea and she decided to wear one as well. The Queen tailor made each of them a classic tux. Thea chose to add a satin outline on the edge of her jacket and Felicity decided to go with the simple look.
Felicity had never worn a tux before and wasn't sure how it would look but when she looked in the mirror she was extremely pleased with the results. The pants was perfectly tailored to her figure and she had never seen her butt look so good. The jacket fit her snugly and outlined the curve of her spine. She needed to add more pant suits to her wardrobe.
Thea decided that they would both keep the make-up light but add a smokey effect to their eyes. They straightened their hair and then decided on a high ponytail instead of some fancy do.
At exactly 2:30pm, Moira and Robert arrived in the limo and they headed to the church as a family. Alex would meet them at the church. Oliver looked extremely dashing standing next to Tommy in front of the church. They had a few minutes to spare before the bride arrived and Felicity couldn't resist not talking to Oliver. His eyes followed her the whole way up the aisle to them.
"You ready Tommy?" she asked stopping to give him a friendly peck on the cheek.
"Who is this marvellous beauty in front of me?" Tommy asked as he gave her a once over.
"Tommy you're supposed to be focused on your bride," she chided.
"I am but she's not here yet so I'm indulging in my last five minutes as a free man," Tommy said.
Oliver's hand circled around her wrist and he pulled her to his side, "Focus on someone else. This beauty is taken."
Felicity laughed and Oliver dipped his head to kiss her on the cheek.
"Hello beautiful," he said in that husky deep voice of his that sent thrills of excitement through her.
"Hello handsome," she said looking up at him with a smile.
A chorus of trumpets interrupted them. Laurel and her party of bridesmaids had arrived.
"I'll see you later," Felicity said to him pecking him lightly on the cheek.
She started to walk away from him to join the rest of the family but he reached out and pulled her back against his chest.
"You look amazing. I can't wait to rip those pants off of you tonight," his deep voice whispered in her ear for only her to hear.
Her eyes widened and he released her. She looked back up at him to see a mischievous smirk. Smug bastard. She made sure to put an extra sway in her hips as she walked away from him. They were seated right behind the first pew that the groomsmen occupied. She couldn't get to sit right behind Oliver because that was where Malcolm was seated.
Sara was the first one to hobble down the aisle on her crutches. Laurel had been so busy arguing with Tommy it hadn't really clicked to her that Sara had a cast on her foot until the day before the wedding. She then ordered the photographer to find ways to take the pictures that didn't reveal Sara's cast. Felicity didn't pay much attention to the other bridesmaids. She stared at her fiancé's handsome face and he stared right back at her. Felicity tuned out most the ceremony preferring to study Oliver in his tux and how much fun she was going to have with those suspenders later. When they came to the exchange of vows, Oliver reached out behind him for her. His arm was long enough to almost reach her and she spanned whatever distance remained. He looked at her and squeezed her hand as the traditional wedding vows were read.
"Two more months," he said mouthed to her.
"Two more months," she repeated wordlessly.
Far sooner than she would have liked, Oliver had to pull away to fulfil his best man duties.
Oct-7
Tommy's wedding reception was very grand. Everything was exactly as described as she had read. She settled herself at the table at the back of the room that was assigned to the significant others of members of the bridal party. Robert, Moira, Thea and Alex were seated in the middle of the room at a table that was occupied with other businessmen. John and Lyla were seated with Roy at the tables that Tommy had reserved for Verdant staff. After 10 minutes of idle talk Felicity excused herself from the table, Nyssa following suit, to head over to the bar.
"How long do you think we have to wait?" Nyssa asked. "My beloved cannot stay on her feet for long before her ankle starts to hurt."
"I think they are going to be a while. From what I heard, Laurel wanted a lot of pictures," Felicity said. She ordered a glass of red wine and turned to observe the room. Persons were still slowly trickling in from the church.
"I hope my beloved survives," Nyssa said worried.
"I hope so too," Felicity agreed.
"How are plans for your wedding coming along?" Nyssa asked curiously.
"Great. It's nothing as big as this. More low key. We wanted to celebrate with people that really mattered to us," Felicity said to her while Nyssa nodded in understanding.
"You must be Felicity Smoak," a new voice commented.
She turned around to find a gorgeous brunette in a black mini dress with a plunging neckline to her navel.
"Hello," Felicity replied pleasantly.
The woman looked her up and down, "He doesn't usually do blondes. Don't expect your marriage to last long. If you even make it to the wedding day. I'm sure there's a reason your engagement period is so long," the woman sneered at her.
Before Felicity could even fathom a response, Nyssa spoke up in a no nonsense tone, "If you have nothing kind to say you should leave us. I would hate for you to have need of a plastic surgeon to fix that nose of yours."
"There's nothing wrong with my nose?" the woman replied hotly.
"Nothing yet," Nyssa replied in a threatening tone.
When the woman made a hasty retreat Felicity looked at Nyssa, "I should probably take some lessons from you on how to make them disappear."
Nyssa laughed softly, "Felicity Smoak, you are fine just the way you are."
Oct-8
Half an hour later, Felicity and Nyssa decided to join the rest of the Queen family at their table. The other occupants of the table had left to mingle with other people around the area. Felicity noticed that Thea kept looking at Roy's table whenever Alex looked away from her. Roy had casually draped his hand behind one of the Verdant waitress's chairs as he spoke with her and Thea didn't seem very happy about that. In response, Thea shifted closer to Alex. Felicity couldn't help the small smile that formed on her face. It was certainly going to be an interesting night.
The waiters started appearing with trays full of appetisers.
"Are there nuts in any items?" Moira inquired when the waiter approached their table.
"I'm not sure. I'll have to check with the chef," the waiter responded.
"Please check with the chef. My daughter-in-law is allergic to nuts and I'm sure the hotel doesn't want to be sued if she consumes something that is supposed to be nut free," Moira said in a serious tone.
Felicity was heartened that Moira remembered her allergy but before she could say anything about it, Thea excused herself from the table to go say hello to Diggle and Lyla. Moira nodded but her eyes cut swiftly to Felicity when Thea couldn't see her. Moira hadn't missed the looks either or the fact that Diggle and Lyla were seated at Roy's table. Moira then engaged Alex in conversation.
Felicity's phone started buzzing with messages from both Oliver and Sara about the photoshoot. At the same time, pictures from the photoshoot were leaking online. Someone in the wedding party was posting the pictures. As the time dragged on Oliver started complaining bitterly about the pictures. He said he couldn't smile anymore and it showed in the last picture that the paparazzi posted. He was openly glaring at the camera.
She got a message from Tommy thanking her for the granola bar she had packed specifically for him. Sara said a few of the groomsmen were thankful for the large pack of potato chips she packed. They were all getting hungry.
Thea returned from a rather long conversation with Diggle and asked Alex to use her phone to take a picture of her, Felicity and Nyssa all posed together in their tuxes with drinks in their hand. She then posted it online with the hashtag, waiting for the bride. The post was quickly picked up on by the paparazzi.
"Why did you do that?" Felicity asked watching the comments rack up about how hot they looked or how they should have stuck to dresses instead.
"To remind whoever's tweeting the photos from the wedding shoot that there are guests waiting for them," Thea explained.
"I doubt they have time to see that," Felicity said finishing off her second glass of wine and signalling to the waiter to bring another one.
Oct-9
At the two hour mark, Moira frowned. "This is just ridiculous!" she declared.
Felicity arched an eyebrow, "You don't approve?"
"Two hours is the maximum you should keep your guests waiting! You invited them to celebrate the special occasion with you, not torture them," Moira said disgusted.
"But I thought you liked grand weddings," Felicity pushed.
"There is a difference between grand and overdone and this is the latter," Moira stated. "Three guests had asthmatic attacks because of the strongly scented candles. At least half of the guests are drunk and the other half are well on their way to joining them," Moira pointed out. Felicity noted the glass of wine in front of Moira and the scotch in front of Robert. Since she had seated herself at the table both glasses had been refilled at least twice.
"This can't go on any longer," Moira said in distress, "I'm messaging Malcolm."
"What is he going to do?" Felicity asked curiously.
Robert laughed, "He's paying for all for this. If we tell him that the guests are running up the bar tab he'll get them moving," Robert revealed. "Malcolm is absolutely green with envy that your wedding plans have been going so smoothly and it's been easy on our pockets, even with the ball we are throwing for you in January. He regrets the wedding planners. He thinks they have done nothing but drive the cost of the wedding up. Have you booked your photographer yet?" Robert asked curiously.
Felicity smirked, "Yes." When they decided they were going to have the wedding in Las Vegas Felicity immediately knew who her photographer was going to be. She couldn't wait to see the look on Moira's face when she saw the photographer.
Oct-10
Sure enough 10 minutes later, another chorus of trumpets sounded to indicate that the wedding party had finally arrived. The guests who were still relatively sober looked relieve. The drunks didn't care. The groomsmen entered first with the bridesmaids. Oliver had Joanna on his arm as he walked in but his eyes were glued to her the whole time. He sat at the head table next to where Tommy would be sitting. Sara couldn't quite make it to the head table and she stopped off at their table and sat next to Nyssa. The wedding planners and their assistants appeared and they laid out a bed of red rose petals from the doorway to the head table.
Laurel and Tommy soon appeared at the entrance and the DJ introduced them as Mr. and Mrs. Tommy Merlyn. The guests were asked to stand to welcome the married couple and there were quite a few people that couldn't. The applause wasn't very enthusiastic either. Tommy looked elated but Laurel seemed a bit more concerned with the appearance of the room. They walked to the head table and sat down. Waiters brought plates of appetisers to the head table for them to eat. According to the programme for the evening, something Felicity needed to prepare for her own wedding, they would be allowed half an hour to relax and eat before the speeches started.
Oliver grabbed his plate and left the head table. Felicity tracked him all the way to her table. He kissed her passionately and forced his sister to move over to the empty chair next to her so he could sit next to his fiancée.
"Someone missed me," Felicity said happily.
"He definitely did. He shouted at Laurel," Sara revealed. "It was awesome."
"Really?" Felicity asked surprised.
"It was glorious," Sara gushed. "Laurel asked the guys to do a muscle man pose with Tommy and Oliver put his foot down. Shortly afterwards, Malcolm threatened to cancel their honeymoon if they didn't wrap up the pictures in the next five minutes. That got them moving faster and here we are! Hopefully now that the wedding is over, Laurel can go back to being normal."
Oct-11
The master of ceremony for the reception was Malcolm. He took the stage twenty five minutes earlier than he was supposed to and announced that the formal part of the ceremony would begin immediately. He was met with a round of approval from the guests. He called for the father of the bride to make his speech.
Quentin Lance stepped forward and gave the most emotional speech Felicity had ever heard. The love that man had for his daughter showed in every word he said. He started with the first day he held Laurel in his arms and how his whole world shifted on its axis. Laurel was his first baby girl and she would always be his baby girl no matter how old she got, even when she had children of her own, she would always be his baby girl. He spoke about the painful moment when he realised he had to let his baby girl make her own decisions and become her own independent person. He told Tommy that Laurel was only on loan to him. He may have escorted her up the aisle but he in no shape or form, had given her away. She was still his baby girl and Tommy needed to remember that because Quentin was a licensed gun owner! He ended with a toast to Laurel, wishing her a long and happy marriage.
Malcolm next called for the best man, "That is if you can tear yourself away from your beautiful fiancée," he teased.
Oliver nodded. He reached into his tux for the speech and then panicked. "It's gone," he said horrified. Felicity sighed. She opened her clutch and pulled out her copy of the speech and handed it to him. "What would I do without you!" he exclaimed. He dropped a kiss on her forehead and walked up to the podium.
Oliver had the crowd in stiches as he related the many adventures he and Tommy had been on, even bringing up the now infamous Thailand naked pictures. He went on to speak about the day Tommy met Laurel and the day their relationship turned romantic. He talked about the changes he saw in both of them and why he believed that them getting married was a great idea. He toasted to a long and happy marriage and then added that their first born had to be named after him.
The final person up was Tommy who started with the traditional "On behalf of my wife and I….." phrase. She had never seen Tommy happier. Laurel too seemed to have finally let go of trying to make everything perfect and was just enjoying her wedding. She looked at Tommy with so much love in her eyes as he charmed the guests with his stories of their relationship. The most heartfelt moment was when he spoke about the moment he realised that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Laurel had risen from the table pulled Tommy towards her by his jacket and kissed him senseless in front of everyone.
The person who was posting pictures from the photoshoot caught a great picture of the forehead kiss Oliver had given her before he went up to do his speech. Felicity's eyes had slipped shut and a soft smile adorned her face as his lips locked onto her skin. Oliver too, had closed his eyes when he made contact. It was a great picture and Felicity was contemplating getting it framed.
As soon as Tommy and Laurel left the wedding Oliver was ready to go. Sara had to stay behind and help her parents supervise the clean up. Moira and Robert were ready to leave as well as Alex, but Thea was nowhere to be found. Felicity glanced at a certain table and a certain bartender was missing from that table as well.
"Damn those pants look really good on you," Oliver said as they were walking out. "It's Tommy's wedding night but I feel like I'm the luckiest man on the earth and I'm very much going to enjoy this night."
An: I swear I had more Olicity wedding prep stuff in this chapter but I had to push it to November because this chapter was just getting too long.