Based on this prompt from otpprompts on Tumblr: "Persons A and B have both been kicked out of their dorms by their roommates- who both are having sex, either separately or with each other- and have to stand awkwardly out in the hall with one another."
Oliver sees the tie hanging on the doorknob the second he steps off the elevator.
"Damn it," he says with a sigh.
This sucks. He only left that party and that very handsy blonde because if he doesn't study for his chemistry test tomorrow, he's flunking out of yet another school. His parents were pissed after the last one, this time, they'll probably cut him off. He can't really fault Tommy though. Usually he's the one putting the tie on the door and leaving him out in the cold.
He puts his head in his hands and then turns back toward the elevator. He takes a step forward, deciding that if he gets back to the party, he can probably salvage things with the blonde when he looks up and notices another blonde sitting down the hall.
She's leaning back against a door, typing away on a laptop. She's bobbing her head along to whatever music flows through the headphones covering her ears and her fuzzy-slippered feet move along to the same beat.
Oliver watches her a moment, amused by her obliviousness, and then she seems to notice him standing there.
"Whoa!" she says, jumping slightly and nearly knocking her laptop over.
"Sorry," he says and smiles, "didn't mean to scare you."
"It's OK," she replies and smiles back, momentarily knocking her glasses askew as she fumbles to remove her headphones. "That's what I get for going into the zone in a hallway."
"Why are you sitting out here?" he asks. He takes in her clothing–the sweatpants and loose tank top–and guesses she can't be far from her room.
"Sexiled," she says with a sigh and points a thumb back over her shoulder toward the door she's leaning on.
"Excuse me?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"My roommate has a 'friend' over," she explains raising her eyebrows suggestively, "so I had to find somewhere else to study."
"Ah," he says with a nod and a short chuckle. "Me too," he adds and turns to point to the tie on his door.
"Mmm," she hums with a smile. "International symbol for 'Keep Out, Sex Inside.'"
"Right," he nods and smiles too. He walks toward her, idly wondering why this girl seem vaguely familiar when he notices the book laying on the ground next to her. "Are you studying for Anderson's chemistry class?" he asks hopefully.
She glances down to the book beside her and nods vigorously. "Yeah," she confirms, "i hear his finals are brutal."
"Yeah," he agrees, suddenly hopeful that his night might not be ruined. "Hey, do you think I could study with you?" he asks, not waiting to hear her answer before he moves to sit down next to her. "My roommate is holding my book hostage and I really need to pass this test."
"Oh, um, I guess," she mutters, looking startled as he settles on the ground next to her.
"I'm Oliver Queen, by the way," he says, because his name has a sort of power. He sticks out his hand and then gives her a megawatt smile because that's got a power of its own.
"Felicity Smoak," she replies and places her hand in his. She's about to say something else when a very specific kind of sound comes from the door behind her and they both turn toward it in surprise. When Oliver turns back to the girl, Felicity, her complexion has gone a deep shade of red and he can't help but huff a laugh.
"Maybe we should go to the study room downstairs," she suggests, clearly flustered.
Oliver nods and then keeps hold of her hand as he helps her off the floor.