Pretty Sure You Forfeited...
Something short and fluffy for you on this Arrow Wednesday :)
"Felicity what are you doing?" Oliver asked as he walked down the foundry stairs one morning. A bunch of things had been pushed to one side of the main room and there was a tarp on the floor. She was wearing one of his old button down shirts and a pair of shorts peeked out the bottom.
"Painting a wall." Felicity replied.
"Yes… I can see that. But why? And shouldn't you be at work?"
"I had a day off, and I was tired of staring at this disgustingly dirty wall. There is blood on this wall Oliver, blood. I tried to clean it but I decided it just needed a whole new coat of paint."
Oliver watched her stand on her tip toes to try to reach the top of the wall and walked over to her, "Do you want some help?"
"Well since you're here, might as well put you to work. Have you ever painted before? Don't rich people hire professional painters? This might be too hard for you," Felicity teased him.
Oliver just rolled his eyes and continued walking towards her to retrieve the extra roller she had lying on the floor beside her.
To this day it is still disputed as to who started it. Both stubbornly claim it was the other. (It was definitely Oliver.)
Felicity felt the first flick of paint hit her shoulder and looked over at him with a raised eyebrow, "Oh you wanna go there Mr. Queen?" She fired back her own splotch of paint and he turned so it landed square on his back.
Oliver spun back around to her with a grin and flicked more paint.
"You are such a 5 year old!" She yelled but she couldn't help but laugh as she retaliated.
Paint was flying everywhere and Oliver yelled for a truce as he pulled Felicity in for a kiss… and smeared paint all down the side of her face.
Her eyes widened and she smacked him in the butt, leaving a perfect paint handprint. (Roy would find this pair of pants the next day while doing some laundry and be too afraid to even ask.)
The battle continued in a flurry of kisses and streaks of paint until finally Felicity stopped to catch her breath and announced that they needed to call a real truce because they had a big mess to clean up.
They both turned around to assess the damage but thankfully most of the paint had ended up on them and not everything else in the foundry.
3 hours later the foundry was clean again, Felicity had scrubbed all the paint out of her hair, the wall was almost dry and the two were sitting on the floor eating Big Belly Burger.
"You're right, that wall really did need painted. It looks a lot better."
"I usually am right."
"However you definitely did not win that battle."
"Umm we called a truce so no one technically won."
"Pretty sure you forfeited."
"Forfeited? I called for a truce which you agreed to, I definitely did not forfeit. And trust me, if I wasn't worried about our stuff getting destroyed by paint I would have totally taken you down."
"Oh yeah?"
"Mhmm."
"How exactly do you win a paint battle anyway?"
"I don't know I just know I would."