A/N: Hi, I'm finally back with a chapter for this story. I hope you like the chapter and I hope everyone is staying and this provides a welcome distraction.


"C'mon, Felicity, let's go out. I want to see all there is here to see before we head back home to Starling City." Sara said with a small pout.

"Except we won't be returning home just yet," Felicity argued. "Oliver and I need to get rid of this curse, and Talina is still working on getting the ingredients for the dream root."

"Exactly, we have time to have fun before returning to the crazy shit that is going on."

"I think it's an excellent idea," Oliver said, seated across from them.

"Which means it's a terrible one." Diggle sipped his straight black coffee.

They were having breakfast at the hotel out on the balcony. Oliver had ordered them a full spread.

"All I'm asking for is today." Sarah insisted. "Just one day, after that, we can be all about figuring everything else out."

"What's the harm?" Oliver asked.

Felicity's gaze moved from Sara to Oliver, their hopeful looks had her giving in. "Okay, but just for today."

"Be ready in two hours to leave," Felicity instructed.

"Here, I was hoping for a relaxing day," John muttered.

"No one said you have to come with us," Oliver told him.

"And risk Moira Queen blackballing me?" John snorted. "Tell that to someone else."

Felicity nodded her head in agreement. She never officially met the woman, but she seemed intimidating, to say the least.

Later, Felicity took them to the park she used to frequent, the gym she went to growing up, her favorite movie theater, her favorite cafe. They went by the beachside houses that Felicity used to go to on those scorching days.

"How much time did you spend here?" Sara wondered as they walked along the beach.

"Off and on, through my teens. Not as much as I could've. Mostly when the heat became unbearable."

"Why?" Asked Oliver. "Who doesn't love a day on the beach."

"I was self-conscious then. My mom always insisted on Bikinis, and I wasn't as comfortable with my body as she was."

"That makes absolutely no sense to me," Oliver stated. Felicity was hot. He had thought so from the moment he saw her.

"I was a nerd, I was younger than most the people I associated with, and I didn't have a lot of friends from high school. I didn't come into myself until college." Felicity shrugged.

"In that case, I think before we head back to Staring, we could come here, make a day of it," said Sara with a smirk. "Maybe even get a beach bonfire going."

"We could do that back home, too." Oliver chimed in. He would prefer to make a day of it with just him and Felicity.

The thought of seeing her in a small bikini, dripping wet from the water, spending the day on the beach, beneath the hot sun, and keeping his hands to himself seemed impossible. He had restraint, but his control around Felicity was a thin tether. He would much rather be alone with her under those circumstances. No distractions but her.

There was only so much he could take when his body screamed forher whenever she was near, his heart longed to be close to her in a way he never wanted to be close to anyone else.

Felicity looked at Oliver, a smile pulling at her lips. "Maybe we will."

John, who was quiet most of the time. "Maybe you should make it a private beach. Unless you want to traumatize the locals with your obvious eye sex."

Sara snorted.

Felicity blushed, and Oliver was mesmerized by the flush in her cheeks, wondering how far down it went as it moved down her slender neck.


Later in the evening, Felicity announced that they would be going to a casino. The one where her mother worked. Where she spent just as much time there as she did at home when she was growing up.

Often when she was younger, and her mother was unable to get a babysitter, Donna would take her to work with her.

Sara was thrilled and pulled on a green dress with a plunging neckline, coming to a stop a few inches above her knee; it clung to her like a second skin.

Felicity wore a pair of blue jean cut off shorts, paired with a red blouse with an open back, her blonde hair curled around her shoulders, and her glasses perched on her nose.

Oliver, upon seeing Felicity, felt his breath leave him in a rush, his attention drawn to her red painted lips. The moment he saw her turn around, his hand itch to touch her back. All that perfect skin on display and don't even get him started on how her ass looked in her mini shorts, her incredible legs being shown off.

Felicity Smoak was perfection walking the earth and not one, not a single soul could convince him otherwise.

Felicity was taken with the way he wore his jeans and a simple dark gray T-shirt that clung to his muscles, looking like it might rip.

John was in his patented suit, looking like he was more than ready for the night to be over.

Donna had been thrilled to see them and had pulled a few strings to get them into the VIP section.

Oliver was honestly impressed that Felicity knew her way around a casino like the back of her hand.

After watching Felicity count cards for half an hour and playing a few rounds of roulette, Felicity was approached by a large man.

"Miss, I'm going to need you to come with me. Mr. Delgato would like to see you."

Oliver tensed, eyes narrowing on the towering figure. "She's not going anywhere with you."

"It's okay, Oliver." Felicity placed her hand on his chest. "There's nothing to worry about."

"Follow me, please. Mr. Delgato does not like to be kept waiting." The bouncer insisted.

"She is not going alone." Digg interceded.

The bouncer sighed in annoyance. "Just don't get in the way."

Sara hooked her arm with Felicity as they followed the man deeper into the casino, through a series of dark halls until they reached a pair of large double doors. "You are remarkably calm when we're about to walk in a lion's den.

Felicity barely refrained from laughing. Mr. Delgato was as far from a lion as one could get. However, he did love his dramatics.

The large man with a build that could rival Digg's pushed opened the double doors and ushered them inside.

The room was painted in dark undertones, with leather furniture. A large mahogany desk dominated the room, a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair sat behind it, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand. He wore a dark suit and a red tie. His hair was slicked back. His jaw was set, the stubble on his jaw making him look rugged. His frown made him appear intimidating, his green eyes, however, were grave and unreadable.

The man's eyes landed on Felicity, and he set his drink down slowly.

"Felicity Smoak." The man ground out.

Felicity raised her head. "Mr. Delgato."

The man stood suddenly, pushing his chair back.

Oliver instinctively wrapped his arm around Felicity, ready to pull her behind him, to safety when Mr. Delgato's expression changed, his lips pulling into a broad smile. "Get over here, 'licity, and give your uncle Daniel a hug."

Felicity smiled, pushing past the bouncer and walked into the older man's arms. "Uncle Danny, it's great to see you."

Daniel squeezed her for a moment before pulling back and saying. "Let me get a good look at you."

"What is happening?" Sara whispered to Oliver, leaning toward him.

"I have no clue," Oliver said in bewilderment as the man looked at her with the eyes of a father.

"I think it's clear they know each other pretty well," Digg muttered, crossing his arms.

"You are just as beautiful as your mother, if not more." Daniel praised.

"How's Aunt Meg?" Felicity asked, smiling.

"She's great. She just opened a cafe off of Wornell road and 35th street not far from the strip. She's going to be thrilled to see you. Donna didn't tell us you were coming to visit."

"She didn't know. It was kind of a spur of the moment kind of thing." Felicity responded.

Daniel nodded and looked past her. "Who are your friends?"

"Oh," Felicity stepped back, instinctively tucking herself into Oliver's side. "This is John Diggle, Sara Lance, and Oliver Queen."

Daniel's eyes flitted down, watching as Oliver and Felicity's hands migrated to one another, his eyes darted back up narrowing. "Daniel Delgato." he extended his hand toward Oliver.

Felicity smiled. "Daniel was the closest thing I had to an uncle growing up. When my mother had to work, I would be back here doing the books."

"Or taking apart my computer," Daniel interjected.

"I was building you a better one." Felicity defended.

Daniel smiled affectionately. "Of course." He looked at the others.

"Sorry for the dramatics. Sometimes I can't help myself, but any friend of Felicity's is welcome in my casino. Have fun, and all your drinks will be on the house tonight."

"That's not necessary," Oliver replied. "I can more than cover our tab."

Felicity nudged him in the ribs. "What Oliver meant to say was thank you for the generous offer. Isn't that correct?"

Daniel watched in amusement as the man who his favorite genius clearly had wrapped around her finger, nodded immediately. "Absolutely."

Daniel refrained from shaking his head as he looked at Oliver once again. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something oddly familiar about Oliver. Something he couldn't place. Daniel felt like he knew him but was certain he didn't.

Daniel made it a point to remember people in his line of work. It was taxing but necessary. But no matter how much Oliver may seem familiar, he couldn't for the life of him figure out why that was.

Daniel focused back on Felicity. "I won't keep you. I'm sure you came out tonight to have fun with your friends, but I hope you have an hour or two to spare for your aunt and me tomorrow."

"Of course." Felicity nodded.

"Great. I will make the reservations and text you the details." Daniel hugged her again, pressing a fatherly kiss to the top of her head.


After leaving Daniel's office, Sara and Oliver were full of questions, while Digg made silent observations.

Felicity, not wanting to answer a bunch of questions at a casino, took them to one of her favorite Italian restaurants that had a wine selection to die for.

Felicity sat across from Sara and John with Oliver to her right.

"You failed to mention you had an in with the man who runs the casino," Digg commented.

"I didn't think it was something worth mentioning." Felicity shrugged.

"Is he really your uncle?" Sara wondered.

"No." Felicity shook her head, "But he is the closest thing I've had to a father growing up. My mom works at the casino most nights. She's worked there for as long as I can remember. My mom is best friends with his wife, Megan. When my mom couldn't always get a babysitter when I was a little, she would bring me to work. Daniel was very understanding and let me hang out in his office. Sometimes on the nights when my mom was working the overnight shift, Aunt Megan would take me home until my mom got off work."

"I thought we were being led into the lion's den," Oliver said. "I thought I was going to have to be your knight and protect you from him."

Felicity snorted. "That's sweet, but Uncle Daniel would sooner jump into oncoming traffic then see me hurt."

"You know, he seemed oddly familiar to me." Oliver murmured. "I swear I know him from somewhere, but I don't know where."

"Has he ever been to Star City?" Digg questioned.

"Not that I know of," Felicity answered.

"Well, have you been here before?" Sara questioned. "To Las Vegas."

"A few times with Tommy," Oliver admitted.

"Maybe you saw him before," said Sara.

"Maybe," Oliver allowed, but as he looked at Felicity, he wasn't so sure of that.

The feeling of familiarity he got about Daniel was different. He didn't just feel like he saw his face. He felt like he knew him. He felt like the man was family.

How fucking strange was that? He just met the guy. He didn't know him, Adam from Eve, but yet he felt like he had a familial connection to the man.

Felicity, feeling he was troubled, placed her hand on his knee.

Oliver looked at her and placed his hand over hers, interlacing their fingers. Fighting the urge to lean over and kiss her like he wanted.


After leaving the restaurant, Sara declared she wanted to have a drink and cut loose a little. Felicity decided she might as well take them to her favorite bar she had been sneaking into since she was 16.

Oliver looked around as they stepped inside, his eyes widening as he took in the decor and the patrons. The bar consisted of a dance floor on one side of the room, and on the other were two pool tables, further back was a series of booths and couches, there were tables scattered through the room.

A bartop made of rich brown wood that widened out with a stripper pole at each end.

"A biker bar?" Sara whistled lowly. "Felicity Smoak, you have some stories you have not told me."

Felicity blushed. "I had a thing for bikers in my teens. Plus, this place was never strict with ID's and didn't ask questions. It also helped that on Fridays, they would serve the best Bacon cheeseburger in town. One of the best kept secrets around."

"When you say you had a thing for bikers?" Sarah smirked slowly.

"I mean, I well, imagine what it would be like to spend the night with an outlaw biker, but nothing ever happened. I was sixteen. I was young, not stupid."

"I get it." Sara offered a smirk. "And I can tell you from experience an outlaw biker is great in the sack."

Oliver cleared his throat. "I'm great in the sack."

Felicity bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. She was certain Oliver was great in bed if the way he kissed her was any indication, but the way he said that like he felt the need to defend himself was so cute. Men and their fragile egos.

"This discussion is taking a turn, I do not want to hear," Digg announced and walked away from them toward the bar.

"No one said you weren't." Sara sent Oliver a smirk. "But you're no biker."

"I can be one," Oliver looked at Felicity.

He could be anything Felicity wanted him to be.

He didn't have to say the words for Felicity to know what he was thinking. She stepped closer to him and placed her hand over his heart. "I don't need you to be anyone but yourself."

Oliver's hand came up to rest over hers, fingers locking with hers and squeezing. A feeling of contentment filling him, he leaned down, slowly giving her time to move away if she wanted.

Felicity didn't. She met him halfway, their lips brushing softly, sweetly.

Oliver's other hand came up to rest on the side of her neck. His thumb brushing the underside of her jaw, fingers slipping into her hair as he deepened the kiss, nipping at her bottom lip.

Felicity opened to him, his tongue slid along hers, and she breathed in the taste of him.

Sara watched them for a moment before throwing her hands in the air.

Since Oliver had come back after having his heart stopped, it was like whatever wall of resistance Felicity put up was gone. Oliver was even more determined to be close to her.

Sara joined Digg at the bar. Neither Felicity or Oliver noticed, lost in every slide of the tongue, every brush of the lips. Lost in the feel of every touch and every breath they breathed together.

It wasn't until someone bumped into them, throwing them off balance that they broke away from the sensual embrace they found themselves in and joined Sara and Digg at the bar.

"Smoak, you're blonde!" the bartender made a beeline for them, his punk rock hair tinted purple and spiked in every direction. He had a piercing in his nose and left eyebrow. His eyes were lined with mascara.

"Drew," Felicity smiled. "You still enjoy being a bartender?"

"Hey, if it's not broke. No need to fix it." Drew smirked. "What happened to you living somewhere in California?"

"Starling City. I still do, I'm here temporarily with some friends." She waved her hand to her three companions. "Digg, Sara, Oliver, I liked you to meet an old friend. Drew."

"What can I get you, first round on the house, courtesy of Felicity." Drew grinned at them.

"For starters, you can order us a round of Tequila." Sara grinned. "And you could tell us what was with the blonde comment?"

"Drew," Felicity said warningly.

Drew grinned. "She dyes it."

"Really?" Oliver leaned closer to Felicity, looking at her roots.

"Traitor." Felicity accused, reaching out to swat at Drew.

Drew laughed, dodging her hands. "Felicity here is a natural brunette, though the last time I saw her, she had raven black hair, with purple highlights. My partner in everything goth."

"Felicity Smoak," Sara's eyes glinted. "You had a goth phase?"

"It wasn't a phase." Felicity protested.

"I'm trying to picture it," Digg said, looking over at Felicity. "But I can't. You're too colorful and bright."

"I've got pictures." Drew pulled out his phone, scrolling through it.

"Don't you dare." Felicity threatened.

Drew only grinned and passed Digg his phone.

"I'll be damned," Digg said as Sara reached for the phone and whistled lowly.

Felicity covered her eyes in embarrassment. "Drew, I'm going to kill you."

"No, you won't," Drew responded confidently. "We've got too much history."

Felicity scowled. "I'll wipe your phone clean, including the backup data."

"You wouldn't." Drew protested.

"Wouldn't I?" Felicity arched an eyebrow.

"Alright, alright, let's not go there." Drew took back his phone. "No more pictures."

"I thought so," Felicity responded, and Drew moved away to pour their drinks.

"You know I never had a thing for Goths," Oliver leaned in close to her, his hot breath fanning her neck. "But after seeing that, I can see the appeal. I just might have a goth fantasy."

Felicity's lips pulled in amusement. "If we would have met when I was in my goth phase, you would be rethinking that. I would've torn into you, and it would have left you traumatized."

"Is it wrong that I find that hot?" Oliver questioned.

"Yes." Sara and Digg said together, hearing Oliver clearly.

Drew appeared again with their drinks. Digg picked up his and went to the end of the bar.

Sara downed her drink. "Enough with the flirting. I want to dance."

She grabbed Felicity's hand and dragged her across the dance floor.

Oliver picked up his drink and turned to lean against the bar, his eyes drinking Felicity in.

He watched as Felicity allowed herself to cut loose and have fun with Sara. She looked so free and happy. He wondered if she would look that free on the back of a bike.

Finding out that Felicity had a thing for a guy who rode bikes made him want to buy one. If she wanted to ride, he would more than gladly give her one. Pun intended.

But more than that, he wanted to give Felicity anything and everything she wanted. He wanted to fill her every want, desire, and whim.

Tomorrow he would buy a bike, he and Felicity could go for a ride around town. Possibly spend the day at the beach. Just the two of them.

And once they were cured of their curse, he was going to ask her out for a real date.

Oliver was hoping with everything that he had that when he finally did, she would say yes and give him, give them a real chance at something that he knew would be amazing.


A/N: Hi, I'm finally back with a chapter for this story. I hope you like the chapter and I hope everyone is staying and this provides a welcome distraction.