Laurel Lance's Life is a Country Song

by Nicolette134

I wrote some of Laurel's finer, and some of her less than finer, moments into country songs. Laurel Lance was my favorite character on Arrow, besides Thea, and I actually started this little project pre- "Eleven Fifty Nine", so things have obviously gone a little sideways since then, which I've tried to incorporate into the story. Let me know in the comments if I missed anything!

2. Shoulda Just Called Him Whiskey

Now the numb has set in
He's gone like the wind
And I can barely feel the pain

Ollie was always pulling the same shit with her. He and Tommy would throw a party or show up at a bar and start drinking their way to obvivion. Sometimes, they called her to give them a ride home or, more often, to bail them out of jail. It drove her crazy, yeah, but it was better than the alternative. The nights he didn't call. The nights she knew- she knew- he was with someone else, some other girl. It was so obvious, and so frequent, she almost didn't care anymore. Almost.

Shoulda just called it like I saw it
I shoulda just called for help
and ran like hell that day

It hurt, sure, but not being with him at all would've hurt more, surely. It made her happy- it gave her power- that despite all the drinks and all the other girls he still inevitably came back to her. They were destined to be together, he'd tell her, and stupidly she'd believe him, kissing him to wipe the shiteating grin off his face. She never should've let him pull her in though, to lull her into a false sense of security with his charm and thoughtfulness. She should've ran the moment she met him, because she sure as hell can't now.

The burn and the sting,
and the high, and the heat,
and the "left-me-wanting-more"
feeling when he kissed me

She still wanted to be with him as pathetic as that is. She'd never been the girl to believe in fairy tales, but the one where the kind princess changes the roguish prince into a better man stuck with her. She wanted that; wanted to fix him, wanted to know that love of her was enough to make him want to change his ways. Settle down. Be with her and only her. But she knew young men like himself needed to "sow their wild oats", so to speak, so she gave him time, distance, whatever he needed. Because she was sure- so stupidly sure- that he'd come back to her. Wouldn't he?

Shoulda just called him "Whiskey"
I shoulda just called him "Whiskey"

But then he took it too far. Got lost at sea with her goddamn sister and she doesn't know who she's more mad at him or her. So she doesn't think about it. She's not the princess anymore, she's Alice now, falling down the rabbit hole and into a bottle of whiskey.