AN: I have no idea when I'm going to update next so here's an early one. It's long too to tide you over just in case…

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Guest – Felicity looked very different the night they officially met compared to the two other times he had seen her

Guest – Sara and Oliver are close friends, but she's never had a reason to go see him at his home or hangout with him much. She's closest to Felicity and Roy - of all people - above all else.

Guest – The Laurel/Oliver situation from the first night is brought up in this chapter. It wasn't forgotten, it was just pushed aside since it wasn't relevant before. I have plans, they're not always apparent since I like to keep all my cards close and keep you guessing.

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Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own it. Obviously.

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You're Banging My Bedroom Wall

XV. Dinner from Hell

As Sara slammed the door shut behind them, Felicity dropped her coat and purse on a hook.

"Mom! Dad!" Sara yelled out, looping an arm through Felicity's as they made their way through the Lance house.

Felicity glanced around Sara's parents' house and noted the changes from the last time she was there. More photos had been added to the walls along with the new painting Dinah had painted and spammed everyone's inboxes with for almost week to make sure every person she knew had seen it. The walls were painted a soft blue with white trim now instead of the cheerful buttery yellow from before. Fresh bouquets of white lilies littered the house at every turn and it was obvious that Dinah had over ordered again at the flower shop.

"In here, sweetheart!" They followed the sound of Quentin's voice into the kitchen.

Sara's mom was standing at the counter chopping the ingredients for a salad. Dinah smiled as soon as she spotted them. "Hi, girls," she greeted.

"Hi, Mom," Sara murmured into her mom's hair as she hugged her.

Dinah pulled Felicity into a hug next. "Oh, it's so good to see you, Felicity. I don't think I've seen you since my birthday a few months ago. Sara, bring Felicity with you to dinner more often, will you."

"Mom, I'm not going to subject Felicity to our weekly bickering more than once every few months!" Sara groaned. Dinah frowned at her daughter but said nothing as she went back to finishing the salad.

Quentin was standing over the stove stirring a pot of spaghetti sauce wearing the stripped apron Sara had given him that said 'King of the Kitchen' over his clothes. Felicity snickered to herself, remembering how excited he got at his last birthday party when he got it. The man wore the damn thing for the rest of the night and wouldn't take it off.

Sara pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "Hey, Dad."

"Hi, sweetheart," he returned. Quentin smiled at his daughter and turned to the second blonde. "Hi, Felicity. It's been awhile since we've seen you at one of these things."

Felicity grinned. "The last one was fun though. I loved how you, me, and Tommy got to have desert in here since everyone else was fighting," she reminisced teasingly.

Sara scowled and crossed her arms as she glared at them. "Me, Laurel, and Mom were not fighting. We were just having a slight disagreement," she huffed.

"Sweetheart, you guys were fighting," Quentin disagreed as he continued to stir the pasta sauce. "There was yelling and screaming. The neighbors were getting ready to call the department."

She frowned at him but said nothing before pulling Felicity across the kitchen. "C'mon, help me set the table, Smoak," she said, pulling open the cabinet and getting the plates.

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Felicity could say with confidence that dinner was going well so far. No one had made offhand remarks about anything and Laurel had only said one condescending thing about Sara's choice of work and lack of college degree. There were a couple times when Felicity could tell that Sara wanted to snap at her but held her tongue. The only time that it seemed like something was about to go wrong was when Tommy had walked in the kitchen behind Laurel and he saw Sara. He blanched, she glared, and it got even more awkward once he realized that Felicity was in the know too. Almost immediately, he backed out of the room and disappeared until dinner was served.

It was going so well and Felicity should have known that it was going to go to hell at one point or another because it wouldn't be dinner with the Lances without some type of…incident.

The first indicator should have been the near constant smile on Laurel's face that bordered on creepy.

The second should have been when she put down her fork and loudly said the words, "Tommy and I have an announcement to make," causing all conversation to fizzle out and die.

She's pregnant and doesn't know who the baby daddy is was Felicity's first thought. The second was that no matter what came out of Laurel's mouth was going to cause an uproar from one or more members of the Lance family.

Laurel stuck her left hand out so that everyone could see the ginormous rock on her finger. "We're engaged!" she squealed.

"Oh, Laurel, sweetie, congratulations. I'm so happy for the two of you," Dinah cooed, taking her daughter's hand in her own so that she could get a better look at the ring.

Quentin narrowed his eyes at his future son-in-law and pointed his fork menacingly in Tommy's direction. "You better take good care of my daughter, Merlyn," he growled out.

Tommy gulped audibly. "Yes. Yes, sir, I will," he promised.

"Yeah, congrats," Felicity muttered, too busy watching the rising anger color her best friend's face. Something told her that she should have gotten up the moment Laurel opened her mouth.

A fork dropped noisily onto a plate and all conversation ceased as everyone turned to look at Sara. Her face was full of cold fury and rage and Felicity unconsciously leaned out of the blasting zone towards Quentin who sat on her other side. "What the hell is wrong with the two of you?!" Sara snarled across the table at her sister.

"Sara!" Dinah gasped.

Laurel scowled and glared back. "What's wrong with us? Sara, why can't you be happy for us just this once!"

Sara gave a humorless chuckle and her tone became just a touch dark. "Because, Laurel, you told me that you've been fucking every guy in this city six ways from Sunday for months," she hissed. "You have no business accepting a wedding proposal from any man when you've been cheating on the one you claim to love with every other fucking man – including other lawyers at the DA's office, random guys at bars and clubs, and, by some fucked up twist of fate, Felicity's neighbor!"

Tommy angrily pointed a finger in Sara's direction. "How dare you talk to her like that!"

"As if you're any better," she sneered back over the sound of her mother's crying. "I caught you fucking that psychotic bitch you call a secretary in your office in case you've already forgotten because I sure as hell haven't! I wonder how many other whores you've been cheating on my sister with." Dinah gasped again and ran from the table without a backwards glance.

"You two are terrible people. I don't even know why you're in a relationship in the first place when all you do is cheat on the other at every available moment." Sara shook her head and glared at the pair through narrowed eyes. "I only have one question though. Why? Why are you cheating on each other in the first place when you two are sickeningly sweet and disgusting and obviously in love?"

Laurel laced her hand with Tommy's and they shared a look and a secret little smile. "We fuck other people to make the other jealous."

As soon as the words were out of Laurel's mouth, Felicity grabbed her glass and the bottle of red wine and hightailed it to the kitchen just as Sara started to yell and scream obscenities at the couple. The door swung shut behind her, muffling their arguing some, and sunk down in the chair across from Quentin at the small table. She poured the wine until her glass was almost overflowing and after drinking a hearty amount relaxed back in her seat.

Quentin chuckled humorlessly and pushed a plate of tiramisu in front of her. "Bad, huh?"

She nodded, picking up her fork. "Really bad. I didn't even see you get up."

"Left just after Sara's fork dropped on her plate. I was not sticking around for whatever hell that was going to break loose," he muttered, jabbing his tiramisu covered fork in the direction of the dining room. "Do I even want to know what's going on?"

"No, it's best that you never find out. Like, never ever," Felicity stressed. She wished that she had never found out.

They ate their dessert in silence before a sudden thought came to her. "Do you ever wish you had sons instead of daughters?"

Quentin shrugged, taking a long pull from his cup of coffee. "Don't think it would really matter since I get the feeling it'd probably be the same with them either way."

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So that's that for the Laurel/Tommy drama. Dinner with the Lances definitely got Felicity's mind off of the manwhore. I felt this was a little anticlimactic after all the buildup I had in my mind, but whatever.