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You're Banging My Bedroom Wall

III. The First Night Redux

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Felicity shot up from her bed the instant that the banging started and groaned with barely contained anger. She twisted around and glared at the wall separating the two apartments.

A moan from beside her tore her gaze from the wall and she turned to look at Sara curled up on the other side of the bed. Sara moaned again and buried her head underneath a pillow. "What the fuck is that? Don't people know that we're trying to sleep here?"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The bed began to rock and move away from the wall and in the back of her mind Felicity wondered why she even bothered to push it back in the first place.

"Make it stop!" Sara moaned. "I'm going to throw up."

Felicity threw her a sharp glare. "Don't you dare, Sara Lance! I told you not to drink so much at the club."

"What the hell is going on? Starling doesn't have earthquakes."

"It's the manwhore," Felicity snapped, her voice clipped. "He's banging some girl on the other side of this wall."

Unable to take the banging anymore, she sat up and started to pound her fist on the wall. "Hey! There are people who are actually trying to sleep over here, you know. And we would appreciate it if you would take your banging somewhere the fuck else. Like right now!"

Immediately there was silence.

Blissful, beautiful silence.

"Thank you," Felicity sighed, settling back underneath the covers and drifting to sleep.

But perhaps she had spoken too soon.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

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"Roy!" Felicity yelled, pounding her fist on his door. "Roy Harper! Open up this door!"

Sara leaned heavily against her shoulder, half asleep and unwilling to go back to the apartment. "Your neighbor's a douche."

Just when Felicity was about to drift back to sleep the guy had somehow turned her request for silence into a challenge and started to bang the frame of his bed harder and faster against the wall making whoever he was sexing up this time moan and scream even louder. All of the extra noise and swaying of her bed had increased Sara's nausea and headache. Sara refused to stay in her bed and had no intentions of sleeping on the couch, which was why they were now knocking on Roy's door.

She sighed and lightly patted her friend's head. "I know," she cooed, "but he'll be a dead douche if I ever meet him."

There was shuffling on the other side of the door followed by a thud and a muffled curse before the door suddenly swung open and a bleary eyed Roy stood on the other side. "What do you want, Blondie? It's two in the morning," he growled at her.

Felicity shifted Sara's weight against her shoulder and stared the twenty-year-old down over the edge of her glasses. "Sara's sick and needs to sleep in a bed."

"Really? And why can't Lance sleep in yours?" He smirked knowingly, folding his arms across his chest and leaning casually against the doorjamb.

Sara suddenly lurched away from her and grabbed Roy by the collar of his shirt. She pulled him close and he suddenly had that deer in headlights look. "Harper, you and I have worked together for how long now? Six months?" He quickly nodded his head. "And from those six months I would like to say that you and I are good friends now, and from what Felicity has told me you're on your way to becoming good friends with her too. Right now I'm sporting a massive headache from all the banging and feel like I'm about to throw up. I would like to sleep in a bed that has no chance of moving and in a room that isn't having its walls banged by the neighbors fucking."

She fisted his shirt tighter and shook him a little, the sharp look in her eyes menacing. "If you know what's good for you, Roy, you will give me your bed for the night because if I stand here any longer I will puke on you right here, right now."

"She means it. When Sara's sick like this, she can basically throw up on demand," Felicity interjected adjusting her glasses.

Roy audibly gulped and nodded. "Yeah. Okay, yeah, you can stay here. Both of you," he added, glancing at Felicity.

Sara released him and lightly patted his cheek, making him flinch. "Thank you, Roy. You're such a good friend."