Oliver Queen was getting ready for a lunch meeting with Miss Rochev and a huge investor when his phone buzzed. It was Thea. Again. She wanted to know what time he'd be arriving at Verdant tonight and whom he was bringing. She wasn't going to leave him alone until she found out. He could count Diggle in, he knew that. He needed to call Barry and invite him and Felicity out though, he knew he'd planned to watch some Doctor's show with her but seeing Barry dress up as a superhero would be much more entertaining. It also meant he could keep an eye on Felicity.

He sent Barry a message and headed for his meeting. A couple of moments later, his phone rang. His IT girl was calling and he sensed an angry Felicity on the other line.

"Felicity," Oliver chimed, plastering on his playboy charming voice.

"Oliver," She said, sounding overly happy in a way that seemed sarcastic, "I'm not going to yell at you right now because I have company in the other room, but I thought I told you I was having a night in with you know who."

Oliver smirked, he wasn't looking forward to this party at Verdant but having Felicity with him would make it so much better. She could finally let her hair down around him and he could show her how much fun he could be. He felt like all they ever did was talk about computers, violence or Barry Allen.

"You deserve a night out." Oliver said. "Barry does too, it will be a great chance for him to meet some of the nice people of Starling City."

"He's going to hate it," she couldn't help but roll her eyes, "They're mostly ex-jocks and party girls, he's not going to like it one bit." She reasoned, poking her head out of the kitchen door and smiling at Barry.

"There's a costume shop on Keith Street, it closes in a couple of hours so you two better hop to it." Oliver chided, his thoughts helplessly slipping to what Felicity would look like in a Cat Woman costume. He shook his head; he didn't want to think about that right now. "I'll see you tonight, I'll send a car for seven thirty." Oliver said and hung up the phone before Felicity could protest.

"What are you doing?" Diggle looked at Oliver warily through the revision mirror. "You better not be messing with Felicity." He warned.

"I'm not, I just want to spend some time with this guy that she seems so smitten with." Oliver reasoned.

Diggle didn't believe one word but sighed and continued driving. Now was not the time argue.

"Looks like we're going to a costume party." Felicity hung up her phone and smiled half-heartedly at Barry. She just wanted to spend the night on her couch, eating ice cream, watching television and enjoying Barry's company. Was it too much to ask?

"Are you going to go as a Villain or a Superhero?" Barry smiled, walking towards her. He'd changed out of his dirty clothes and showered when they got back to Felicity's apartment. He looked a lot better but he couldn't help but notice that the scratches on him from earlier had disappeared.

"I think I'll be a sidekick." She shrugged, "Or a bush." She said, "Super hero's always need to hide behind bushes."

"Let's go have a look in town, see what we can find." Barry walked towards her and picked up her handbag. He took her hand and gently looped it up her arm and onto her shoulder. She felt her breath hitch at his touch.

All Felicity could manage was a nod as she followed him out the door and onto the street. They hailed a cab and headed towards the city, in search for a costume.

"How about I go as Spiderman and you can go as Mary Jane?" Barry suggested and Felicity shook her head.

"And be the damsel in distress? Please, it won't seem like a costume." She continued to sort through the racks when she came across something that would be perfect. "This," She said excitedly, pulling out the green sequin mini dress, "Tinkerbell is kind of a hero, right?"

Barry laughed, "I guess." He walked towards Felicity; "I guess Oliver would find it funny if I rocked up in green tights as Peter Pan." He pulled out the costume next to Felicity's.

"I don't know if it's your colour." She joked, "Why don't you go as Superman? You can do your hair like his."

"There will be lot's of more suitable Superman's there." He said, dismissing the idea. He was right, if he was going to go to a party with Felicity Smoak, he wanted to look a lot better than Superman.

"I have an idea." Felicity put her Tinkerbelle costume back on the rack. "How about we both go as Captain America, obviously I'll have to find a female version but if we dress nearly the same we can look like morons together, we'd make an awesome duo." She smiled, looking through the racks for a female Captain America costume.

Verdant was packed, the glowing floors were barely visible through all the mascot costumes, boots and spilled drinks. There were masked people everywhere that made Felicity feel uneasy as she walked into the nightclub with Barry by her side.

"You make a really good Captain America." Barry commented, "I think most males in here seem to think so too." He looked around at the approving men who'd spotted her. Barry thought that Felicity looked gorgeous, she was the center of all his fantasies in her costume, her legs seemed to go for miles and her hair flowed smoothly down her back to her tiny waist. He didn't care if he couldn't dance, he was going to dance with her tonight.

"You really suit latex," she smiled back at him, realizing how she sounded, "I mean, you suit blue." She shook her head and reached out for Barry's arm as they wove through the crowd. "Have you spotted Oliver yet?"

"Do you think he'd be dressed as The Hood?" Barry asked and Felicity scoffed.

"No," she shook her head, "Look how many Hoods there are here tonight, not one of them can pull it off." She laughed but Barry felt a twitch in his heart.

Felicity looked at Oliver as more than a friend, Barry knew it. But Oliver wasn't going to be the guy for her, he was just going to use her and get bored. He knew that Oliver had changed since he'd been back from the island but it still didn't change the way he used to treat women. Barry worried that Oliver wouldn't treat her the way she deserved.

"Oh well," Felicity sighed, "He'll find us later, I guess." She looked herself over, tugging at her skirt, which showed off her perfect legs. "Gross." She said, looking behind Barry.

He turned and looked towards Felicity's line of sight. A nearly bald man a couple of years older than Barry was eyeing Felicity intently, Barry stepped towards Felicity and put his arm around her shoulders, showing the man that she wasn't to be looked at like that even though Barry was physically no match for Mr. Arms The Size Of Tree Trunks.

"Let's go get a drink." Barry steered her towards the bar where he pulled out a stool for Felicity before sitting down. He ordered two drinks, one for each of them as he saw Oliver approaching behind Felicity.

"Hey, look who's here!" Oliver beamed, startling Felicity and running his hand over her shoulder. She shivered and felt her cheeks flushing, Barry noticed and decided to try to forget about it. She told him that she didn't have feelings for Oliver and he wanted to believe her, he was going to at least try.

"You two look great." Oliver said, taking Felicity's hand and pulling her from her seat, he spun her around and she quickly moved back to her place on the stool. Barry felt Oliver pat him on the back, "I'm so glad you two made it."

"Me too," Felicity smiled, she was actually glad she had gone. At first she didn't want to, dressing up was fun, she'd always enjoyed cos-play, even though most people here looked like they belonged in the adult-erotic type comics rather than the regular classics.

"Thanks for inviting us, Oliver." Barry added, appreciatively.

"It's the least I can do, I owe you one." He patted Barry on the back again and Barry thought for a moment that he saw a dark spark in Oliver's eyes, but he must have imagined it. "Do you mind if I borrow Felicity for a quick dance?"

Barry looked to Felicity; she looked like she was about to choke on her drink.