AN: Thank you as always, lovelies, for the kind words and the continued support. The last chapter wasn't my favorite but I see that you all loved it anyway :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Arrow, but I sometimes wish I did because it would be way different.

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You're Banging My Bedroom Wall

V. Awkward First Meetings

Felicity tugged at the hem of her dress again in vain. She knew from the moment that Sara had given her that smile that she was going to regret it.

Now she was standing in the middle of her living room wearing a strapless black dress that barely covered her ass and was so tight that she was afraid that her boobs were going to spill out from the top. The black patent leather pumps on her feet were excessively high and her blond hair was so big that she was afraid that she was going to suffocate in it.

"This is a bad idea. Why are we even still going through with this anyway? I thought I'd ruined your grand plan last week when I yelled at him through the wall! I don't want to do this, Sara. What makes you think that I want to have sex with a manwhore anyway? Do you think that I can't get a date? Because I totally can. There's this cute guy in my department at work who's been flirting with me and I think he wants to ask me out. I might even say yes to him. And-"

A hand came down on Felicity's mouth to stop her rambling and she glared up at Sara through narrowed eyes.

"Shut up. You're going to do this because I want to live vicariously through you since Laurel ruined any chance of me and him sexing it up," Sara said, removing her hand. "I may have been sick and complaining last week, but if that guy can do that, the sex must be good." She smirked and added the finishing touches on Felicity's makeup.

Felicity rolled her eyes to herself.

Of course.

This was typical Sara behavior.

If Sara can't do it, then let's send Felicity instead! She'll enjoy it for both of them!

That's probably why she woke up with that tattoo on her shoulder that weekend in Vegas.

"And why are you here?!" Her arm shot out to point at Roy, who was hovering in the doorway to her kitchen.

He snickered. "Because I want to see your face when you meet the guy. I still can't believe you haven't met him."

"That's because up until now I've been actively avoiding the man! If I didn't know any better, I'd say that he's alone in there but almost every morning on my way to work I catch a different girl sneaking out of his apartment."

Roy laughed at her and went into her kitchen. He came back with a bowl of popcorn and two bottles of water. Sara caught one and ushered Felicity out her front door.

"Now, you know what to do right? I don't have to stand here and feed you lines?" Sara asked, her expression intense and serious as she stared at Felicity.

She rolled her eyes as Roy snorted. "Yes, Sara."

Sara nodded. "Good. If you need us, we'll be down there watching." She pointed toward the end of the hallway near Roy's apartment.

Felicity shook her head to herself before knocking on the door. She nervously fingered a wayward lock of hair and chewed on her bottom lip.

This wasn't going to work.

Sara was crazy if she thought Felicity could pull this off!

Before she could change her mind the door swung open and a tall, imposing man with broad shoulders and arms that looked like they could snap her in half stood in the doorway. He eyed her curiously before giving her a warm smile.

"Hello. Can I help you?" he prompted when she didn't say anything.

Suddenly Felicity heard someone choking and she and the man turned and looked down the hall. The bowl of popcorn was tipped over and Sara was standing behind Roy trying to give him the Heimlich maneuver.

Anticlimactically, a small piece of popcorn came flying from his mouth and Roy began vigorously shaking his head at her. Sara looked confused, but was shaking her head too.

"Those your friends?" he asked her, eyeing them.

Felicity crossed her arms across her chest and nodded. "Unfortunately." She turned to look at the man again. "You don't live here, do you?"

He shook his head, rocking back on his heels. "Nope. I'm just here to pick up some papers for my best friend. You must have been expecting him instead of me when I opened the door, huh?"

"Yeah, but it was nice to meet you anyway. I'm Felicity Smoak."

"John Diggle," he returned, shaking her hand. "But everyone just calls me Digg."

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Was anyone expecting that? :)