Dialogue Prompt from (believe it or not) Pinterest: "If that wasn't a threat, I don't know what is. And he said it so civilly too. What a gentleman."
Yes ladies and gents, I got myself a Pinterest. I don't know why I did, especially since I gave up tumblr and instagram for Lent, God help me, but a desperation for writing prompts brought about by intense cabin fever from days of surviving mini-snowmageddon is my only excuse for what led me to that dangerous land of white and red and pictures and one-thing-leads-to-another's and just, yeah. I'm gonna have to give that up for Lent, too now.
But the important thing to remember when I die and one day get the stare-down from the Big Guy Upstairs about that Lent back in 2015 when I gave up two really addictive social media sites...and then went and signed up for another one...is that in the end, you guys are reaping the benefits, and I'm making other people happy and I'm making myself happy and that should help my soul, so you know, yeah.
Okay, I realize you don't care about all that, so I'm just going to get to the drabble 'cause I think it might actually be shorter than this author's note.
Um, just consider this as an AU of S2-Oliver is still CEO of QC, Felicity's still his EA, but there's no Slade or mirakuru or whatever. Okay? Yeah? Cool. All the usual disclaimers apply.
Enjoy :)
"If that wasn't a threat, I don't know what is," Digg remarks once Lex Luthor's left Oliver's office.
Felicity sighs. "And he said it so civilly, too."
"Yeah, what a gentleman." Digg shoots her a look that clearly questions her judgment.
She rolls her eyes and strides over to her desk, sidestepping a still-processing Oliver. She pulls up as much preliminary information as she can about the guy, and as expected, it isn't much. "Well, apparently, this guy is the head of a company not unlike QC, which pretty much explains the manners thing."
"It does?"
"Well sure. Just look at Oliver. He has to be polite to everybody that walks in that door just because he's the CEO. No matter how creepy or bitchy they are."
"Felicity, can you find out a little more than just his official job title?" Oliver cuts off Digg's reply, having started tuning back into the conversation at the sound of his name.
"Depends, can you ask me to help you as nicely as he threatened to kill me?" She bats her eyelashes up at him, the picture of innocence.
Oliver blinks, then leans over her desk, his hands resting on opposite sides of her tablet as he speaks to her in a low voice, his face close to hers with an expression that positively oozes charm. "Felicity, would you please do me the pleasure of finding more substantial dirt on Mr. Luthor?" His blue eyes drill into her own, and she's lost in them until Digg's discreet coughing yanks her out of her stupor.
Felicity shakes her head quickly, and then nods just as quickly, before replying, the words spilling from her mouth more rapidly than she has time to stop them. "Of, of course, anything to, to pleasure—please. You." She digs her fingers into her forehead before smoothing her hand over her hair, her mouth opening in an exaggerated wince. "God, I hate my brain sometimes."
Oliver lets out one of his breathy chuckles, his exhale tickling her face as he pulls back. He shoots her a wink with his thanks, clapping Digg on the shoulder when he passes him at the doorway to his office. The older man nods before turning to Felicity, waiting for her to look at him. When she finally does, he grins at her, breaking into laughter when she throws a paper clip at him.