ANONYMOUS SAID: Felicity/Diggle friendship: They talk after Oliver loses his company about the fact that they are both now basically unemployed.
"I was offered a job as showgirl once." Felicity murmurs absently.
"A showgirl? Really?" Diggle's expression is comical and she grins.
"Yep. Back in Vegas, the second I turned eighteen."
"Well unless you plan on abandoning us and heading back to the desert, I think you should stick to computers."
"Can you imagine Oliver's face if I told him I was becoming a showgirl?" She laughs, head falling back in mirth as she pictures his horrified look.
Digg snorts at the thought, face lighting up as he grins. "He'd probably have an aneurism."
Felicity giggles, wiping her eyes and leaning back in the sofa, feet kicking up onto her coffee table.
"It shouldn't be too hard for me to get an IT job somewhere." She picks at the corner of a cushion, frowning as she tries to remember which companies offered her positions when she left MIT. "Despite what most people at QC thought, I'm actually very qualified."
"You'll do fine, Felicity. And hey, no more being a secretary! That's got to be a relief."
She shrugs, days spent in the office with Oliver filtering through her memory.
"It wasn't so bad."
Digg gives her a knowing look that she elects to ignore.
"So what about you? Any prospects? Going back to babysitting the rich and bored? The real rich and bored I mean… Not, you know… Oliver."
"Yeah. I guess."
They sit in silence for a moment, both lost in their own thoughts.
"He'll get it back." Felicity says finally, sounding confident and sure.
Digg turns to look at her, an eyebrow raised and a slight smile on his face.
"You think?"
"He's Oliver. He'll figure it out. Or, well, we'll help him. And we're pretty badass." She grins, holding up her fist for him to bump. He laughs but obliges, rolling his eyes when she does an exaggerated explosion gesture with her hand afterwards.
"We are pretty badass."