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You're Banging My Bedroom Wall

VI. Awkward Confessions

Felicity slid into the booth with a smile, happy that she wouldn't be eating by herself since Roy had class during her lunch hour today.

Now that she thought about it, it was sad that one of her only friends besides Sara was a kid who basically made fun of her on a daily basis and thought it was funny that she lived next to the manwhore.

It was raining in Starling City today and Felicity hated it. She had already been in a bad mood when she got up that morning due to the around the clock wall banging that didn't stop until almost four in the morning, but it only got worse when she saw the rain and couldn't go on her morning run. And then when she got to work, she couldn't find a parking space and had to drive around for almost half an hour before she finally found one.

Then maybe an hour after she had finally sat down at her desk, the next thing she knew a shadow had materialized over her and she had screamed bloody murder at the top of her lungs because that was the very last thing she was expecting. Miraculously, no one had heard her scream other than the guy that had scared her, but that was because there wasn't a soul outside her office. It was almost like they had taken a break at the same time. He just smiled sheepishly at her before apologizing and asking her if she could fix his laptop after he had spilled a latte on it.

She was so embarrassed that she could barely look at him the entire time she helped him beyond that initial first glance. If someone asked her what the man looked like, she couldn't tell them beyond saying that he was ridiculously tall, had blond hair, and obviously scared the shit out of everyone on her floor.

So because she had such a dismal morning, Felicity decided to treat herself by going to Big Belly Burger for lunch. And once she got there, there were, of course, no open tables.

Just as she was about to turn and leave, a familiar face had waved her over to sit with him.

"So how are you, Felicity?" Digg asked after the waitress had taken their orders. "I haven't seen you since you and Sara roped me into helping with one of her self-defense classes a couple weeks ago."

Felicity shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. "I'm good, but I've had the morning from hell," she sighed, sitting back in the booth.

His eyebrows rose up his forehead as he stared at her. "Really?"

"Yeah, but I don't think you want to hear about it," she told him, suddenly finding a scratch in the linoleum table interesting.

"Oh, really?" he repeated, now curious. "And why's that?"

"Well, technically, you could say that my morning from hell started when I first moved into my apartment a few weeks ago. And it may or may not have to do with a certain friend of yours," Felicity admitted, cringing slightly. She could not believe that she had just told him that. Where was her verbal filter when she needed it?

Digg frowned at her and shook his head, muttering under his breath to himself. "What'd he do?"

She shook her head. "No, I shouldn't have told you that. He's your best friend, I shouldn't be badmouthing him to you, Digg."

He sighed tiredly and folded his arms across his broad chest. "Just tell me, Felicity. It can't be as bad as some of the things that boy got himself into back when we were in college."

Felicity bit her lip, uncertain. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

She huffed. "Fine, just remember that I warned you. Every night your bestie – or, as I affectionately call him, the manwhore – takes a new girl to bed, and they," she paused to make some hand gestures, "do that. And he does it oh so enthusiastically that he causes his bed to basically…bang against the wall of his bedroom. Coincidentally, my bedroom shares the same wall as his and his banging is so hard and loud that it moves my bed. Digg, since I've lived in that apartment, I haven't had a single good night's sleep!" Felicity confessed, suddenly finding the awkwardness creep up her spine as Digg stared at her with wide eyes, his mouth gaping open. He shook his head after a moment and began to mutter under his breath.

Their food arrived a minute later and after Digg had taken a bite of his burger he spoke. "I'll talk to him."

Felicity was quick to shake her head, alarmed. "No. No, no, no, no, no! Don't do that!"

"I'll talk to him," he repeated with finality, giving her a hard look daring her to object again.