"Look Cole, I just need the place for a week or so. We're competing in a battle of the bands here in Star City." Dinah said, pacing lightly as she held her phone to her head.

"I know we're old Team 7 buddies, but I'm dealing with a lot. I highly doubt that your band will-"

"Cole. They know. I don't wear a mask. Everyone in the world knows who I am. I'm not hiding it at all."

"Yeah, for the record, no mask was a bad idea." He said, shrugging "Hey, one sec. You may wanna cover your ears." he said, setting down his phone, turning the corner, firing off his dual pistols, watching as the bullet passed through the alien's head. "Alright, I'm back."

"Cole, I know where you keep the spare key. You've let me crash there before. I need this for my band. One of the girls already hates me. This will possibly help me out."

"Wait a second, Dinah Drake-Lance, is worried about what someone is thinking of her? Guess some things change." he said with a chuckle, standing up and walking from his spot. "Fine, take the place. Just make sure it's cleaned up afterword. If I come back and there's a mess, I'll put a bullet through the one that hates you. Just cause."

"You're a lifesaver Cole. And please don't... I ran into Kurt recently. So just..." she sighed a bit, rubbing her forehead "Let's just avoid it." she said. "Seriously though, thank you. I'll pay you back, I promise."

"You can pay me back by not destroying my eardrums, please and thank you." he said, chuckling "Later birdy. I gotta go shoot some aliens."

"Bye Grifter." She said, smiling a bit before hanging up. "Heathcliff, no shoes on the table or couch, I told you that." she said, smacking them with her hand. "I see it again and you'll have another half hour hand to hand combat training session. With me personally." His feet left the table quickly, clearing his throat.

So what if she hadn't told Cole they'd already let themselves in? She knew he was going to say yes. Even if he'd said no, she'd have gotten the place all cleaned up before he got back. If it was that he'd returned after their contest. If it had been before, then they'd be a little less lucky. And hope she'd get him down before he shot anyone. She moved over to the kitchen counter and sat down, looking at Lord Byron.

"Well, everything's set up. Sweet of your old pal to let us actually crash here. You didn't already tell him you let us in though, did you?" Byron asked, opening the fridge to pull out a bottled water. "Better here than on the bus. We can't give people a little look at what we've got before the competition starts."

"Yeah, well, Cole's a nice guy. Well... sometimes." Dinah responded, shrugging a bit "Paloma all set up and ready? We've gotta be ready for this. Even if we don't win, I don't want to be one of those first round losers. I want to make it past at least that."

"We're the pro's in the group D, we'll get through it no sweat."

"Only if nothing happens. If this goes like most of our other shows, trouble will cause us to have to stop, and we'll need to stop playing in order to do something about it. As usual." she said, sighing a bit. She loved fighting (to an extent) but she hated having to stop playing just so that she could fight whoever screwed up the show. She was costing the band money from their gigs. Something none of them enjoyed.

"Well, maybe here you can take a break. That Green Arrow guy seemed to be watching the arena. He was there in no time." Paloma said, walking in as her fingers tapped on her laptop. "All the systems are ready. We can do a sound check, but Ditto's doing a rather good job of it already. She's doing her non-stop guitar playing. Love that little mute."

"Let's get going. We ready ladies?" She said, standing up and nodding towards the other room. Byron picked up her drumsticks, following after her "Alright, we'll start with the usual warmups, then hit some of our more popular songs. I think 'Scream Queen' is our biggest hit?"

"Well I was thinking about a new song title after last night." Byron said, twirling her drumstick in her fingers, a light smirk on her face "How about 'Pretty bird'?"

Dinah stopped in her tracks, looking at Byron. She heard what that Arrow guy had called her. She hated the name, but...she kind of liked the sound of it. Maybe, just maybe if she was desperate enough, she'd have someone write up some lyrics for it. They didn't exactly do 'love songs' though.

"How about we just practice the songs we already know?" she responded, smirking lightly over her shoulder at Byron, before giving a slight shake of her head "2, 3, 4!"

Byron hit the drums, Ditto on the fret, and Paloma on bass. Heathcliffe, continuously checking to make sure the sound systems didn't bust. The ones they kept for practice weren't as good as the ones that they ever had on stage, but they hadn't broken down in the past few weeks. Or possibly days. It was a bit difficult keeping track with how often they practiced on the road. and how often Dinah's voice got away from her. That happened more than she'd ever care to admit.

After an hour or two of practice, it was break time. They needed food and Dinah needed to get herself some water. She tried not to drink too much unless she absolutely had to when on the stage. It was a trick she'd heard previously to make her voice stronger. She picked up a water bottle from the kitchen counter and opened the lid up, taking a sip.

"We'll be back in a bit D. We'll grab you some Chinese." Heathcliffe said, waving as Paloma, Byron, and Ditto followed him. The three left and she took another drink from her water before hearing the door reopen "Did you forget the keys again He-" she was cut off as she turned around, seeing Kurt there once again. "What do you want Kurt?" she asked, looking away from her ex-husband. Yes, she knew he'd been back for a while, but seeing him, never helped. It still hurt. It was the face of the man she once loved, once was married to. And he didn't remember a single thing.

"Dinah, I'm here to talk to you. There's something off about this competition you've entered. There's a few of these bands where in recent competitions, they've been involved in fights. Two or three of them got accused of murder. They had no recollection of their actions though. Their trying to remake their bands with new members, and not exactly succeeding. We don't know what gets into these people though. None of them have prior history with violence to this level. Bar fights are one thing. But all out brawls out of nowhere? It's unethical, even for rock bands."

"Thanks, I'll keep an eye out Kurt. Anything else?" she asked, keeping her back to him.

"No... I just-"

"Sorry, am I interrupting something important?" asked Oliver Queen from the doorway, looking between the two. "Dinah looked at him and sighed, shaking her head "Cause if I am, I can definitely come back another time." he said, shrugging

"It's fine. My friend was just leaving." She said, looking towards Kurt. He looked at the ground before turning and leaving the room, giving a quick goodbye. "Now, how did you find us, and what do you need Mr. Queen? Sorry if I'm not that polite but it's been an interesting past two days so far."

"Well, for one, with all that commotion at the arena, you never got a chance to sign up." he said, extending the clipboard out to her "I don't usually make house calls, but I met you girls before the fighting started, so I wanted to at least get you all on the list. And as for finding you, I passed by earlier. Saw the van. Made a mental note of it."

"Oh... well, thank you." she said, looking at the board and quickly writing down the band name, before looking back at him. "You know, you disappeared pretty fast. And Green Arrow, he showed up almost instantly." she mentioned, raising an eyebrow.

Queen chuckled and smiled at her "I had some contact with the Green Arrow recently. He's going to be somewhat of a bodyguard for me and the show. As soon as the fight broke out, he got me out and leapt in to help as much as he could. If I heard correctly, you did pretty well yourself."

"If anything, I taught Arrow a few tricks if he can learn by watching. But I don't think he was watching my fighting moves." She said, shrugging a bit "See you at the arena tomorrow night?" she asked, her arms crossing over her chest

"Tomorrow night. you're going to love it. You're first opponent is your bands best friend. Bo Maeve. Already had it decided, just needed you to sign for it to be official. Thanks though." he said, turning as he headed towards the black sports car parked on the street.