A/N: I'm sorry this is a little late. School has been a killer this quarter, and I just haven't had as much time to write. I really appreciate all of the reviews/favorites/follows from you guys! I hope you like the chapter!

Felicity ran her hand along the nightstand next to the bed, trying to find her glasses. Rolling over she squinted her eyes barely able to read the bright red numbers on the clock: 3:17. The knocking on her door seemed to be getting louder and more desperate as she finally found her glasses. She slid them up her nose as she slid her legs out of bed. She made the quick few steps to the door before pulling it open.

"Oliver," she asked, raising her eyebrow. "What are you doing-" Felicity paused, closing her eyes as soon as the smell of him hit her. "Oh God. You smell."

Oliver laughed, stumbling forward as he barged into Felicity's room. "I think I missed the trash can," he started, "but I think it's only on my shirt." He glanced down at the piece of clothing before pulling it off and tossing it out the door, "There," he smiled at Felicity, "all better right?"

The silence that followed was awkward, Felicity's eyes went back and forth from the shirt in the hallway to a half-naked Oliver who was walking toward her bed. "What are you doing here? And where are your pants?"

"I lost the keys to my room."

Closing her eyes, Felicity took a deep breath before responding. "And my room just happened to be the room number you remembered?"

Shrugging, Oliver flopped down onto the bed. "I didn't think Laurel would answer, Thea wasn't in her room, which means she's in Roy's room, and I didn't think anyone would want me to go into that situation willingly."

"What about Tommy?"

"I don't want to let Tommy down again. So, that left you."

Running her hand through her hair, Felicity shut the door choosing to ignore the shirt that was out there. "You could just go to the front desk and get your room key."

"Your room was closer."

"You need to take a shower. I think I have a pair of sweats that might sort of fit you."

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"You are literally in your boxers Oliver. That doesn't even count as clothing."

Turning his head to face her, Oliver's lips turned up into a smile. "Just evening out the playing field Felicity."

Heat flooded Felicity's face as she looked down and focused on the fact that she was only wearing a sweatshirt over her underwear. "Oh God," she muttered as she walked around the bed to grab her pants, pulling them on. "Now, I'm going to go get you another room key. You are going to get in the shower. I'll leave the sweat pants out for you. You will put these on Oliver, or I swear I will lock you out of this room with you naked. Do you understand?"

"You're bossy," Oliver muttered as he sat up. "I like it. People always give me what I want, or get sick of me."

"Yeah, well, my job is to figure out the real you, and I don't think I have yet. You're kind of stuck with me Queen, I don't give up easily."

"I'm sure I'll find a way. It's my second best talent."

Felicity's heart clenched at the dejected tone of Oliver's voice. "Maybe I'll surprise you. I might be just a little bit stubborn."

"That your way of telling me that you're sticking around for a while?"

"That's my way of telling you to shower before I decide leaving you outside was a good idea."

Shaking his head, Oliver laughed as he made his way into the bathroom. Felicity sighed as she waited for the water to start running before she started looking around the room for something to put Oliver's shirt in. Pressing her fingers into the side of her temple, she grabbed one of the laundry bags from the closet glancing over the instructions before looking around for a pen to fill in the information.

Opening the door she grabbed the shirt, curling her nose as she tossed it into the bag and tying it. She shut the door as she dropped the bag down and started heading toward the elevator. She pressed the down button repeatedly waiting for the door to open. She stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for the main floor. She leaned her head back against the wall and as she tried to figure out what she was going to say to the person behind the front desk. Felicity heard the doors open as she closed her eyes at the realization that there was no way the person was going to give her the key to Oliver Queen's room.

She made her way across the lobby, smiling at the middle-aged man behind the counter.

"What can I help you with," The man asked as he looked up from the computer.

"I'm staying in room 307, and I'm sure you can look this up to verify it, but I'm here with Oliver Queen and all of his… well his, people? Anyway, he locked himself out of his room and he's currently taking a shower in mine, but I would like this to not be a sleep over awkward morning type thing, you know? Which means I need you to give me a key to his room."

The man stared at Felicity, shaking his head. "That is the worst story I've heard all night lady."

"I know it sounds crazy, but it's true."

"Right. And I'm the Easter bunny. Get out of here."

"Sir-"

"Look, either leave right now and maybe try your luck at finding him walking around somewhere, or I'm calling security and they will escort you from the hotel. Your choice."

Felicity pursed her lips together. "Yeah. My choice." She sighed holding her hands up as she walked back to the elevator. She pressed two fingers against the side of her head as she waited for the elevator to come down. She bit the bottom of her lip as she walked into the elevator. The ride back to her room seemed to take twice as long. She smiled at the person who followed her into the elevator, remaining silent until the elevator reached her floor.

She stood outside of the hotel room door, rolling her head as she tried to decide what she wanted to do. She knew she could try to get Tommy to wake up and deal with this. She also knew that she currently felt more than capable of handling him. She might even be able to use this as a way to start some sort of friendship with him; a way into his head. Assuming he wasn't already passed out on the floor.

Felicity opened the door to her room, laughing almost immediately at the sight of Oliver laying on her bed on his stomach, her bright pink sweatpants stopping inches above his ankles. He rolled his head over to the side, narrowing his eyes.

"No luck getting your room key." Felicity shrugged as she walked over to her bed, pulling the blanket down on her side before climbing in. She leaned her head back against the headboard before continuing. "Apparently, I'm not the first girl who claimed you were locked out of your room and that you couldn't come down to the lobby because you were taking a shower. We need to work on our story if this is going to become a regular thing."

"You can just stop answering your door if this becomes a regular thing."

"Eh," Felicity tilted her head. "If I stop answering the door, I'll end up on missing out on the good stuff. Well, that's how I think about life anyway. Pretty applicable here, if you ask me."

Oliver laughed, groaning as he rolled over to lie on his back. "Bit optimistic."

"A little optimism never hurts."

"Seems like a good way to get your hopes up."

"You think that's a bad thing?"

"High hopes… good way to be let down."

"Let downs happen. Life isn't perfect Oliver, I don't expect it to be. But I don't expect it to always fail me either."

"I don't get the risk."

"It makes it worth it. I mean, if you never fail, I don't think succeeding is as worthwhile. The failure makes victory sweeter. Being let down hurts, sure, but when things finally go right… that's worth it."

"I don't know about that. I think I'm enjoying my success just as well as I would have if I had failed a few times before."

Felicity didn't even try to hide the sound of her snorting as she shook her head. "Seriously? You showed up outside of my room shirtless because you threw up on your own shirt. You locked yourself out of your hotel room. You are wearing pink sweatpants that are about six inches too short for you that say juicy across your ass. I don't know if I'd call this a great example of cherishing success."

Oliver looked over at her, his eyes widening in surprise. "You don't really hold back do you?"

"One of my quirks."

"You got a lot of those?"

"One or two."

"Thanks for…all of this," Oliver's voice dropped as he yawned in between words.

Felicity looked over at him, watching as his eyes drooped and his breathing evened out. She closed her eyes, wondering how in the hell she was going to deal with any of this in the morning. She sat her glasses down on the table before moving her body further down on the bed, resting her head on a pillow instead of the headboard. She glanced over at Oliver's sleeping body one more time before rolling away from him and falling asleep.

Felicity groaned as she woke up, stretching her arms above her head. Her eyes shot up as her hand landed on something very skin like. She looked over at Oliver, grimacing as she remembered the events of the night before. She bit the bottom of her lip as she reached over to grab her glasses. She had expected to experience a lot of weird things when she agreed to Tommy's plan, but waking up with Oliver Queen's arm wrapped around her waist was not one of them.

She moved her hands down to his arm, trying to lift it off of her. Oliver muttered something under his breath as he pulled himself closer to her side. "Fuck," Felicity muttered as she closed her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she tried to push aside the idea that Oliver looked pretty damn good on her pillow. She could think about that later, when he wasn't in her bed and she was less likely to make a very bad decision based on hormones and really nice abs.

"Oliver," she whispered, using her hand to push his shoulder slightly. "Oliver, seriously, roll over."

Oliver grumbled as buried his head further in the pillow before he rolled over, releasing Felicity from his grasp. Hopping out of the bed, Felicity walked straight for the bathroom, shutting the door behind her quickly. Splashing water on her face, Felicity glanced up at her reflection as she grabbed a towel to dry her face off. She placed her hands on the counter, leaning forward on them as she tried to brush the thoughts of how waking up next to Oliver felt. She was not going to be another girl that crushed on Oliver Queen just because he smelled nice and looked pretty decent in green leather.

Opening the door to the bathroom, she stepped out walking over to a table to grab her phone and purse when she heard Oliver say her name. She turned around to look at him, her lips curving slightly as she saw the edge of her sweatpants as he stretched into a sitting position. "Morning."

"You leaving," he asked, his voice deep with sleep.

"Yeah. They stop serving breakfast in an hour."

"You could just get back in bed."

"Why would I do that?"

"I don't remember much of last night, but I figured you must of have been decent if I'm still in bed."

Felicity raised her eyebrows, her mouth opening slightly as she stared at him. "You actually I think I slept with you?"

"Why else would I be here?"

"Because you locked yourself out of your room last night."

"And I came here?"

"You were pretty convinced I was the only one that would answer the door."

"Right." Oliver rolled his eyes. "Most girls don't hop on the denial train so quickly."

Felicity held her hands up in defeat. "Believe whatever the hell you want. But you showed up here drunk last night. You took a shower. You passed out after thanking me. Your shirt should probably be dropped off shortly, I had them clean it. You can keep the sweatpants." She dropped her hands, as she grabbed her things before walking out the door.

Taking a deep breath, she leaned her head back against the door. She wasn't sure if she was angrier at the idea of Oliver thinking that she slept with him last night or at herself for getting into the situation to begin with. Her phone dinged in her hand, lighting up to show a message from Laurel telling her to avoid the waffles and oranges at breakfast and asking where she was. Pushing off of the door, she walked the familiar steps to the elevator, her eyes fixed on her phone as she finished replying to Laurel that she was on her way down.

"You look like hell, Smoak," Felicity glanced up to see Tommy walking toward her, smile plastered on his face.

Felicity glared at him as he came to a stop in front of her. "Might have something to do with your best friend, who is in my room wearing my clothes because he puked all over his last night after he apparently locked himself out of his room. He didn't want to bother you, so I was the lucky winner. He has himself convinced that we hooked up last night and that I'm just in denial about it. So, why don't you go deal with that mess," Felicity pointed her finger toward her room. "I'm going to get a bagel."

Tommy sighed as he glanced at the door. "Did he really—"

"Not talking about it," Felicity interrupted Tommy, pressing her finger against the elevator button. "Bagel, remember?"

"A bagel is all you need to get over this situation?"

"A bagel is what I need to provide me enough energy to go to the venue and figure out a wiring and video plan for tonight. I'm going to need to see Oliver's ego deflated about a hundred times to get over that." Felicity sighed, rolling her eyes as she stepped into the elevator. "Or actually, consider me over it. Who actually gives a fuck what Oliver Queen thinks anyway."

Tommy placed his hands behind his head as the elevator door closed, interlocking his fingers as he pushed back on his heels. Closing his eyes briefly, he made his way down the hall to Felicity's room. He drummed his fingers against the door. "C'mon. Oliver. It's Tommy. Open up."

Running his hands over his eyes, he listened to the sounds of Oliver making his way to the door. He couldn't stop the laugh that escaped him when Oliver opened the door shirtless and wearing bright pink sweatpants. Oliver glared at him, moving to the side for Tommy to walk in.

"I think I might have pissed Felicity off," Oliver said with a shrug as he shut the door.

"You think," Tommy asked, rolling his eyes. "You accused her of sleeping with you."

"You say that like it's a bad thing. Most girls want to sleep with me."

"The fact that you actually believe that is disgusting, man."

"It's the truth."

"No, the truth is that you are a dick who needs to do some serious apologizing."

"She didn't deny it."

Tommy felt the all too familiar headache start to settle over his brain as he leaned back against the wall. "She shouldn't have to deny anything, Oliver. Were you seriously so wasted last night that you don't remember coming here?"

"I sort of remember maybe throwing up in the hallway. Everything else after that is sort of a blur. I mean, what was I supposed to think? I was half naked and cuddling with her when I woke up."

"That maybe you had a shot of making a friend on this tour who wasn't me?"

"Might have screwed that one up."

"She's a pretty forgiving person. Maybe if you talk to her as yourself and not as some egotistical rock star and apologize she'll give you another chance."

"What makes you think I want one?"

"I don't think you want one; I think you need one. There's a big difference there."

"If I say I'll try will you go get my room key so I don't have to walk downstairs wearing this?"

"Nope. You're a big boy. You own those sweatpants."

"And I'm the ass in this friendship?"

"You're just the bigger ass."

Oliver laughed, shaking his head. "Thanks. Guess I better go head down."

Tommy nodded his head absently, watching as Oliver opened the door. "Wait."

Oliver turned around looking at him expectantly, shutting the door slowly. "What's up?"

"I think maybe it's time you cut back on the drinking."

Oliver's eyes widened, his nostrils flaring out slightly. "Excuse me?"

"I'm not saying you have a problem. But… man you don't even remember what happened last night. How many nights are like that? I'm guessing more than one. Your sister saw you doing body shots off some random chick. You have been charged with assault three times in the last year for getting in fights."

"It sure sounds like you are saying I have a problem."

"Maybe you do. That's for you to figure out. But as your manager I'm telling you, you can't keep this up. The majority of the reviews for this tour so far at the very least mention how different you sound; how it doesn't seem like you know the words to your own songs. And I know you do. I know how much those songs mean to you, Oliver. I know what this means to you. I'm just asking you to… take step a back. At least a little bit."

Oliver stared at Tommy, not saying a word. His eyes hardened, his mouth opening slightly before forming a thin line across his face. Tommy sighed as he watched him turn around, leaving the room without saying another word.