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Disclaimer: If I owned Arrow, things would be very different for our favorite OTP.

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You're Banging My Bedroom Wall

II. And Every Night Afterwards

Felicity frowned at her friend from across the table at the coffee house in downtown Starling City.

It was just after six and Felicity had just gotten out of work. She had just wanted to go home and curl up in bed and catch a few hours of sleep before she had to migrate to her couch for the rest of the night and watch movies and catch up on missed TV shows on either her laptop or tablet until she fell asleep again.

But her plans had been derailed when she went out to the parking garage of Queen Consolidated, where she worked as one of the many IT Specialists, and found her best friend Sara Lance leaning against her car. One look at her face and Felicity knew that she wouldn't be going home any time soon.

Sara threw her head back and laughed her head off like Felicity had just babbled her way into deep embarrassment fueled by sexual innuendos and pointless tangents. People turned to look at the two blondes with mild irritation and bemusement and Felicity kicked Sara in the shin underneath the table.

"Stop laughing. This isn't funny, Sara," she hissed across the table.

Sara wiped at the tears beneath her eyes and shook her head, still chuckling. "Oh yes it is, Smoak. That is some funny shit right there."

Felicity rolled her eyes and leaned back in her seat. "It really isn't, Sara. Every night! Every single fucking night the guy brings home a new woman and they…do it. Just on the other side of my bedroom wall! And that–that red-hoodie-wearing freak Roy didn't even bother to warn me! Some friend he's turning out to be," Felicity vented. "I don't even sleep at night anymore. Do you know how many times I've fallen asleep at work since I moved into that apartment? Twelve, Sara, twelve freaking times! Oh, and one of those times was during a department meeting with Robert Queen. You know, the man whose name is on the building?"

Sara's eyes widened in shocked amazement. "A new girl every night since you moved in?" She paused to count on her fingers. "Wow, Felicity, that's six nights and six girls!"

She rolled her eyes to herself, unsurprised. "That's all you've gotten out of this? That my manwhore of a neighbor has sexed up six different girls in as many nights?"

"Have you seen him? Is he as hot and yummy and I think he is?" Sara questioned, completely ignoring her. "Do you think he would be up for a roll in the hay with me?"

Felicity snorted at the last one. "No. I don't know. And I don't think you want to go there," she answered, wrapping her hands around her mug.

"Why not?" she pouted.

"Because the first girl he did was Laurel."

Sara's eyes widened to the size of CDs and she spit her mouthful of coffee back into her mug before leaning across the table to look Felicity in the eye. "No way. Laurel. My uptight, bitch of a sister. We are talking about Miss I-want-to-get-married-and-have-two-point-five-kids-and-still-be-the-DA? Miss I-want-to-be-Missus-Tommy-Merlyn? That Laurel?" Felicity bit back a smirk and nodded. "Fuck. You're right, I don't want to fuck the same guy my sister cheated on her boyfriend with."

"That's what I thought."

Sara suddenly smiled.

Felicity didn't like that smile. It was usually a precursor for a really bad time filled with a lot of regrets. Like when the two of them had gone to Vegas a few years back. Felicity had initially gone to visit her mom for the weekend and then it had suddenly turned into a weekend partying on the strip with Sara since her mom had to work both days. Long story short, Felicity woke up with a massive hangover and a tattoo that she had no recollection of ever getting but was sure was all Sara's idea.

"No. Whatever it is that is going through that head of yours, the answer is no."

Sara pouted. "Oh, come on. You haven't even heard what I was going to say."

"I said no," Felicity repeated, feeling her resolve weaken.

She was already regretting it.

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