September 29, 2010
Oliver
Oliver was sitting in a bar in a small city in China, knocking back shot after shot of báijiǔ. He pulled his hat down lower on his head to hide his face more, still aware of his need to be anonymous through his drunken haze. He slapped down some yuan on the bar before nodding to the bartender and slouching out of the bar. He wandered back to the room he was staying in, above a small tailor shop.
He greeted the old woman he was renting the room from before closing the door and flopping down on his bed. The mattress was thin and not at all like anything his family had back in Starling. But it was so much better than the island. He fished out a bottle of American whiskey that he had bought from a guy on the black market, popped the seal, and took a swig.
"Nǐ hái hǎo ma, Smoak xiānshēng?" asked the old woman, Zhang Lian. She was kind, and asked few questions about an American fluent in Mandarin who looked homeless and had quite a few yuan in his pocket.
"Shì de, xièxiè nǐ de guānxīn, zhāng tàitài," he replied. He felt slightly bad for being a drunk guest in a stranger's home, but, then, he was too drunk to care. He took a swig from the bottle as there was another knock on the door.
"Is polite to share, is true?" called Mrs. Zhang through the door. Oliver smiled to himself as he rolled off of the bed and opened the door to see the elderly Chinese woman smiling. "Come. We eat. We drink. And you help clean tomorrow." Oliver nodded as he followed his host to the table, where a myriad of bowls of food waited.
"Xièxiè," said Oliver as he sat down, setting the whiskey next to a bottle of báijiǔ.
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Oliver stumbled back to his room a few hours later after carrying the passed-out Mrs. Zhang to her room. The two of them had spent hours laughing and eating, while Mrs. Zhang regaled Oliver with stories of her youth, and Oliver recounted some of his and Tommy's more sordid adventures from back in Starling. He pulled the burn phone he was currently using out from under his pile of shirts and flipped it open. It was relatively cheap, but it did the job. He sat, staring at it. God, he missed Tommy and Laurel and Thea and Sara more than ever. A tear rolled down his cheek as his vision blurred. He knew he shouldn't, but he sloppily punched in Laurel's phone number and hit 'call'. He pressed the phone to his ear as he fell back on the bed and the room started spinning.
The other end clicked as someone picked up, and a disgruntled female voice said, "Hello?"
Felicity
Felicity rolled deeper into the warm blankets covering her body. She cracked an eye open as the sun got in her eyes. She groaned and pulled the covers over her head as the guy she was with shuffled around to look for his clothes.
"Be quiet, Dick," she mumbled as she pulled the covers higher over her head.
Dick chuckled as he moved around the room. Felicity was just settling back into a comfortable doze when something landed on her. Dick chuckled lowly in her ear. "You up for some fun this morning, Felicity?" She grinned as he pressed her into the mattress.
"Sounds like a plan, Grayson," she said as she nipped at his lower lip. He groaned and leaned down to kiss her, his nose brushing against hers. She tilted her neck back slightly to get a better angle, and, just as their lips met, Katy Perry started blaring throughout the room. They jumped, hitting their heads together. "Ach, sorry Dick. Just let me tell them to fuck off," grumbled Felicity getting out of bed and rummaging through the clothes on the floor to find her phone. She dug out the sparkly pink Sidekick and clicked answer. "Hello?" she almost growled into the phone.
"Thea? Is tha'you? It-it's Ollie," came the sad, pathetic, and annoyingly familiar yet unrecognizable voice.
"No. It's not. You've got the wrong number, 'Ollie'," she growled.
"Oh. I-I'm sorry," he mumbled, words slurred. "Just, if you ever get th' chance, please tell m'sister Thea Queen that I'm not dead an' tha' I love her." Felicity froze and was about to speak when the line went dead. She set down the phone and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"You alright, sweetheart?" asked Dick, moving to rub Felicity's shoulders.
"I-I think I just got drunk dialed by a dead man," she whispered, turning around on the bed, her blue eyes watering. She buried her face in Dick's shoulder as she started to cry.
A/N- Hello, loves! I hope you enjoy this chapter. I have the next one partway done, and I'm working on a DarcyxBucky fic, too. I love you all -Rose
