"You sure you guys don't mind," Felicity asked, fidgeting with the zoom on the camera to try to capture the entire space. She bit the bottom of her lip, as she moved back and forth before sighing and deciding that it would just have to work.

"We don't have a show tonight, I would say we have the time," Roy said. "Besides, you bought pizza. Not even a week in on this tour, and you have already figured out my weakness."

Felicity laughed, taking a seat across from him and next to Laurel. "Well, it sort of helps when the third sentence out of your mouth was about how you could be bribed with pizza."

Roy smiled, raising his eyebrows. "I like a girl that can listen."

Felicity rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Is Barry still coming?"

"Oh yeah," Roy answered. "Barry is never on time, ever. You get used to it. If you need him somewhere at a specific time, it's best to tell him to be at least half an hour early."

"Oh," Felicity replied, tucking the information away for future use.

"So how does this work," Laurel asked. "Do you just ask questions and we answer? Do we just start talking and wait for Oliver to come up naturally? Do we tell stories?"

Felicity shrugged. "That's completely up to you guys. Honestly, I'm not sure if any of this will make the final cut. I just need something to start with. If I were to only record Oliver, the film would be nothing but closed doors and him singing. I need to figure him out, and, well, you guys have known each other forever. I'm really just using you."

Laurel laughed. "You have a way with words, anyone ever tell you that?"

"All the time."

"Oliver's not giving you much?"

"A lot of attitude." Felicity sighed. "Honestly, I don't see much of him. He really is just locked away in that back room, and when I do see him he's sort of just a jerk. I've seen maybe a glimpse here and there of someone who isn't just an asshole. Tommy seems convinced that Oliver is more than that, and I want to see that, I mean I feel like I'm letting Tommy down, but… I just I'm not sure if it's really there."

Laurel nodded. "Tommy is pretty blind to the Oliver of today, but to be fair Oliver is different around Tommy. It's everybody else he could care less about."

"What makes Tommy such a special snowflake? You guys have all known each other for just about the same amount of time, right?"

"Well, Roy didn't come around until after Oliver and I broke up. He replaced our old drummer after the first album. He and Oliver got along decently at first, but then he walked in on Roy making out with his sister after one of the shows. So he's kind of been screwed since then."

"Lady speaks the truth. Thea and I have been together since she was eighteen, and trust me when I tell you, Oliver still isn't over it."

Felicity drug her bottom lip through her teeth as she pulled her legs up to her chest. "So he cares about his sister."

"They are really close," Laurel answered.

"What about you," Felicity started. "I mean, you guys were close."

"I met Oliver when I was eight. He and Tommy were already best friends. Tommy threw a marker at me during art. It hit me on the head and I just started bawling. I was new to the school, it was only like my second or third day there, and I just couldn't stop crying. Oliver made him apologize in front of everyone. Tommy was so angry at him; he just started stomping his feet and got all red in the face. But Oliver just stared at him and after about five agonizing minutes, Tommy apologized. He asked if I wanted to help them finish their painting. I sort of just ended up stuck with them after that."

"So he was a good kid?"

"Great kid. He was a great guy, honestly. Before all of this," Laurel waved her hand around the hotel room. "Before all of this Ollie was sort of wonderful."

"You guys dated right," Felicity asked cautiously, she wasn't trying to bring up bad memories for Laurel.

"We did." Raising her eyebrows, Laurel finished off the wine that was in her glass before continuing. "For a while actually. Most of high school and the beginning of being signed and making it. Before the drinking, womanizing version of Oliver became the one the public loved."

"And he was different before?"

"He has always been a bit of a selfish ass, but, yeah, he was different before. He was faithful. If you were someone he cared about he would defend you, stand by you… he cared about more than himself. He didn't drink as much, he wasn't as angry at the world… I mean, he was angry, but it was more focused. He shared his anger." Laurel shook her head, closing her eyes. "But now, Oliver doesn't care about anything but himself."

"With the exception of Tommy and Thea?"

Laurel lifted her eyebrow, smiling sadly. "Maybe it really is just me then."

Felicity didn't say anything as Laurel stood up and started walking over to wine. She glance up at Roy worried that she had gone too far. Roy shook his head, mouthing 'you're fine' to her.

"You want some," Laurel asked as she finished pouring her glass.

"Yeah," Felicity responded, more on autopilot than actual thought. "I'm not trying to make this awkward Laurel. If you don't want to talk about this I completely get it. We can stop recording, I'll stop asking questions, and we can just wait for the pizza and watch movies. You can share those how to smell good without showering tips."

Laurel laughed and handed Felicity her glass before sitting back down. "You're fine, really. I wouldn't answer anything I wasn't okay with. I guess… I just feel a lot of guilt over everything with Oliver. I was so angry with him for the longest time because of how he treated me. And then I was angry over who he keeps forcing himself to be. But I'm also angry at myself, I made it easy for him. I didn't stand up for myself when he first started cheating on me, I just sort of let it go. I figured it was just something I was going to have to get used to. That it was just what happened once your boyfriend supposedly becomes one of the ten hottest rock stars. Maybe if I had started with the freaking out and ultimatums at the beginning and not at the end, it would have played out differently. Maybe he wouldn't be in this mess."

"You aren't responsible for his actions."

"I know that. But before we started dating, Ollie and I were really good friends. I know things between us could never go back to the way things were, and, honestly, I wouldn't want them to, but I miss him. I miss my friend, and sometimes I can still see who he used to be, and a part of me wants to cling to that. So I guess, I get where Tommy is coming from, why he can't let go of him."

"I wish I knew who that was. I catch glimpses every now and then, where I feel like maybe there is more to him than what meets the eye. But just as fast as I catch that moment, it feels like he works twice as hard to follow it up with him being an ass," Felicity paused, swirling the wine in her glass. "I'm not sure how to get there either. He isn't exactly forthcoming with information. He keeps me at a distance."

"You'll get there."

"You seem pretty sure of that."

"I may not know you very well yet, but I know Oliver and I know Tommy. You'll get through to him. You might need patience levels that would rival a god, but you'll get there."

Felicity smiled at Laurel as she got up to turn off the video camera. "That seems like enough of the heavy stuff. The pizza should be here—"

Felicity's sentence was cut off by the phone ringing. "Now apparently," she finished as Laurel answered the phone, telling the front desk to send the delivery person up.

"How is it even possible that the pizza got here before Barry?"

Shaking his head, Roy laughed. "We weren't kidding about him being late."

"I sent him a text a couple minutes ago," Laurel started as she made her way over to them. "He should be up here soon."

"So Roy, no good memories of Oliver from you?"

"No, I have a ton of decent memories of the guy. None have been directed at me necessarily, but he really loves Thea. He tries for her."

"Favorite one?"

"Maybe six months ago? It was right before Christmas, I went with Thea to her family's place in some rich skiing city and—"

Roy's sentence was cut off by someone knocking on the door. "Five bucks its pizza, not Barry."

Laurel pushed her lips out in thought before responding, "You're on."

Felicity shook her head at the two of them as she answered the door. She smiled at Barry who was holding up the pizza with a small smile on his face. "Sorry I'm late. Oliver didn't like anything about the lighting. I kept trying to tell him that it would be a completely different set up tomorrow, and that I couldn't do anything about the lights tonight… but you guys know Oliver." He walked past Felicity, placing the pizza next to the wine. "I saw the pizza guy on the way up, figured I'd save you guys from the risk of him recognizing you. I know it doesn't happen often, but he was talking about the concert tonight, and well, you never know." His eyebrows drew together as he looked over at Roy and Laurel, who were staring at each other. "What's going on with them," he asked, glancing over at Felicity.

"I think they are trying to figure out who won the bet."

"Oh, me or the pizza guy? They have got to stop betting. It's still early on in the tour, so I'm guessing it was a low bet. But trust me, by the end of this thing it will be inches of hair and bridge jumping. No one benefits from it."

"That's not true," Laurel said, not moving her eyes from Roy. "There was the time that Roy lost and had to sing karaoke when that opening band got sick on the last tour. That was great for everyone."

"Not for me." Roy grimaced, as he shook his head. "In fact, I'm not sure that was good for anyone other than you."

"Thea seemed to think it was hilarious."

"That's because I'm dating someone who gets great joy out of seeing me uncomfortable."

"And what does that say about you?"

Roy raised his eyebrow. "You really wanna go down that path princess?"

Laurel groaned. "Don't call me that. We need a bet breaker. I don't like tied bets."

"Or you could both just give me five bucks and call it a day," Felicity chimed in, leaning back against the counter as she watched the two of them argue.

Roy and Laurel both laughed. "Not how this works, Felicity." Roy threw her a quick smile. "Twenty bucks says Oliver will slur at least half of the words during tonight's show."

Laurel snorted as she shook her head no. "I don't make bets I know I'm going to lose. Twenty bucks says Diggle will have to break up no more than three fights."

"At least five." Roy held out his hand for Laurel to grab on to.

"You're on." They shook their hands down three times before dropping them.

"That was… sort of terrifying." Felicity whispered to Barry, who only laughed as he opened up the pizza.

"Just wait. I'm not kidding, their wagers get outrageous."

"Sounds exciting."

"If you need a good side story for your documentary, I'd go with them."

Felicity laughed as she turned around grabbing a piece of pizza. "If you two are done, you might want to grab some food before Barry and I eat it all."

"What were you guys talking about before I got here," Barry asked as he and Felicity moved over to the couch while Roy and Laurel moved toward the food.

"Oliver," Laurel answered as he grabbed a plate. "Favorite memories, stories, why he's such an ass now. You know, things to help Felicity out."

Barry groaned. "I know your documentary is on him, but can we talk about anything else. I'm surprised Tommy hasn't called you guys yet. Oliver was a nightmare down there."

Laurel grimaced as her phone went off. "Seriously, Barry? You know better than to throw that curse around." She sighed as she picked up the phone. "Yeah. Yep. On our way." She placed her phone back on the counter, rolling her head to the side. "The show isn't even until tomorrow. Why is he doing this already?"

"The venue has a bar. I think it might be the closest one to the hotel."

"Ah," Laurel raised her hand in a mock party hooray movement. "Makes perfect sense now."

Roy shoved the last bite of his pizza into his mouth. "C'mon, grab some of that fancy video stuff, you're about to see Oliver Queen in his prime diva stage. Pre-show."

"You all have fun. I've already spent two hours with him. I'm not going back."

Laurel shook her head, smiling sweetly at Barry. "Nice try. You jinxed us. You have to come."

"That's not—"

"Rules are rules."

"There's rules," Felicity asked as she grabbed the small hand-held camera from the stand. "Can I get a copy of these rules?"

"You'll pick them up," Laurel said promisingly. "Come on, let's go see how bad this really is."

By the time they made it to the venue, it was a little past nine and the club part of the place was in full swing. Felicity looked down at her outfit, grimacing at the plain top and jeans she had thrown on. She smiled back at Laurel who bumped her shoulder slightly, smiling at her reassuringly.

They made their way further into the club, each looking out for signs of Tommy or Oliver. The music was loud, bodies were moving against each other on the dance floor, and drinks seemed to be coming from every direction; Felicity felt slightly intoxicated from just being in the same area. She glanced over at Roy shrugging her shoulders as they continued walking toward the bar. Laurel pulled down on her hand, nodding toward a corner of the place that Tommy was leaning on.

Tommy flashed them a brief smile as they walked up to him. "I wasn't expecting the whole Scooby gang when I called."

"You call one, you get 'em all," Laurel started as she shrugged. "It's a rule."

"You in on these rules," Tommy asked Felicity.

"I hear I'll pick up on them."

"Good." Tommy nodded. "He found a girl to do body shots off of. So, he's calmed down a bit. He's over there." Tommy pointed toward the front of the room, where Oliver's face was hidden by dark hair as his tongue licked salt off of the girl's neck.

Felicity pulled out her camera, setting it up before looking over at Tommy as he sighed. "Problem?"

"Is that really necessary?"

"You said you wanted a documentary about the real Oliver Queen, Tommy. So far, that guy," Felicity pointed to Oliver, "is the only Oliver Queen I've seen. I'm working with what I've got, okay?"

Tommy closed his eyes. "Yeah, okay. I might need a drink."

Felicity tilted her head apologetically as he walked toward the bar. She turned the camera on, working on the zoom when she heard a new voice.

"Don't mind him. You're definitely going to want to record what's about to happen."

Felicity turned around, catching a brief glimpse of the girl before all she saw was Roy covering the girl.

"Thea," Laurel mouthed from the side. Felicity nodded in understanding as Roy pulled away, his arm still wrapped around her side.

"I'm Felicity." She held her hand out for the girl.

The girl took her hand, shaking it. "Thea. That," Thea began, dropping Felicity's hand and pointing to her brother. "is disgusting. No sister should have to see her brother doing that."

"To be fair," Barry interrupted, "he has no idea you are here. It's also friendlier than the screaming match he was having with the manager when I left."

"That's not… that's not helping." Thea dropped her head on his Roy's shoulder, closing her eyes. "Alright. I'm on this."

"Make sure that camera is on," Roy said with a smile. "there's nothing quite like watching Thea chew Oliver's ass out."

Felicity raised her eyebrow, pressing the record button. "It's too loud in here to get audio."

Laurel laughed. "You won't need it. Trust me."

Felicity watched as Thea tapped her fingers against her brother's shoulder, one hand on her hip. Oliver's face went from being knotted in annoyance to one of shock in a matter of seconds as his brain processed who was standing there. The brown haired girl threw Thea a death glare, and while none of them could hear what she had said, Felicity imagined it wasn't exactly the nicest thing as the girl took off without another word.

Tommy walked back over to them, staring at where Thea was talking to Oliver. "Who called in back-up?"

"She's taking the year off from school," Roy answered. "She wants to tag along for the tour."

Tommy raised his eyebrow. "That's going to go over well."

"She's nineteen. It's her choice. He doesn't have much ground to get all judgmental about this stuff."

"He's got a point," Laurel noted.

"Still not going to like it." Tommy shook his head. "Might be good to have her around though."

"They are walking back over here," Felicity pointed out.

"You are not staying in the same bus as Roy," Oliver's tone was adamant, as he stopped moving to stand next to Tommy. "Back me up," he asked Tommy as he crossed his arms.

"Staying out of this one; Thea can sleep wherever she wants. However, Felicity probably wouldn't mind the company."

Felicity tilted her head as she nodded, agreeing with Tommy.

Thea smiled at her understandingly before she turned her gaze back to her brother. "Fine. I'll stay on the bus with you guys. But I'm staying for the tour, Ollie. The whole damn thing. There will be no dropping me off at school, or calling mom and dad, or any other attempt to get me to go home."

"Thea—"

"No. I'm staying."