Hello again! This chapter is written for the ancient Drunk!Olicity prompt. I've seen many of those before and I eventually decided that I want to try writing my version of it and so this chapter was born. I'm not telling you who's going to be drunk here just so you can find out yourself but I should point out that I went for my own version of drunk.. and I'm honestly not sure if that's good or bad.

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A last thank you for my good friend who volunteered to read this chapter for me and pointed out a few mistakes.

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Felicity's head throbbed as the music grew louder. She wished –not for the first time- that she had been more careful earlier. If she hadn't been so careless about wandering up to the club's grounds, Thea wouldn't have seen her and Felicity could have left through the back door like she always does.

As it was, Felicity had been bordering on dehydration after working for 12 hours straight and since a certain well-built billionaire had forgotten to stock up their mini fridge with water, she had had no choice but to venture up in hopes of finding anything to drink. And that's how she managed to run into Thea of all people.

The other girl hadn't been too shocked at seeing Felicity there before opening hours, since they had run into each other at Verdant several times before, but she did ask her brother's assistant for some help when she had the time.

"I don't know what's wrong with the laptop," Thea had chattered as she walked around with a clipboard and a pen in hand. "but it's messing up some of my files and losing documents and I need those intact for work.. soooo could you please take a look at it?" She had given Felicity a hopeful smile then carried on not waiting for an answer. "I know you're not in the IT department anymore and all that –Ollie told me what you used to work, and I'm not trying to use you but I just need help?"

Felicity just wanted to go home and sleep. Oliver had pulled her out of work much earlier than usual and they had been after a target for most of the day. Her feet ached, her head pounded and she couldn't feel her fingers anymore, but it was either say yes to Thea or say no and risk a topic change that could lead to unwanted questions.

"I'll check it out, don't worry," Felicity had nodded warily. "In fact, let me just take a look at it now before I leave."

"Thank you thank you thank you," Thea had clapped her hands then grinned at Felicity. "Just come and see me before you leave, I owe you a drink." And with that, Thea twirled away and started for the bar.

Two hours later Felicity had discovered a bug in the youngest Queen's device, dealt with it, installed an anti-virus and restored Thea's missing documents.

By the time she was done, the club buzzed with people and the stink of alcohol. The trek down the stairs from Thea's office and into Verdant was enough to set Felicity's nerves on edge. The people she glimpsed as she went down were all dressed in skimpy dresses and bright colors –not that she minded either one of those- while she wore a ratty pair of jeans and a fandom T-shirt with a stupid reference that probably no one here would get. Those clothes were the spare ones she kept at the lair in case she had to work long hours and needed something comfy, and since today's mission fit the description she had figured why not. It didn't seem like such a wise choice anymore.

In a small attempt to not stand out like a polar bear in a desert, she quickly pulled out her hairband and shook out her hair until it fell in curls against her shoulders.

Aha, much better. She decided. And the T-shirt isn't that bad either, it's actually cool and torn jeans are kind of a thing anyway. She convinced herself.

She walked more surely to Thea now, intending to say a quick goodbye, take that drink and be on her way. She had entertained the thought of leaving the girl a note and taking off but decided against it. The drink offer sounded tempting. And she may or may not be hoping to catch the older Queen.

They had been so busy with both the company and The Arrow's work lately that she hadn't talked to him, really talked to him, in a while.

"Felicity!" Thea materialized to Felicity's left and shouted to get her attention. Then she took hold of Felicity's arm and started moving towards the bar. "Did you fix it? Did it work out?" Felicity nodded with a proud grin.

"Yes," She shouted back to Thea. "And I added a few things to keep it running well."

Thea beamed at the news and bellowed something to the bartender about a special drink. "Here's your promised drink! Thanks for the help and if you want another drink then it's on the house." Felicity thanked her with a shake of her head; she highly doubted she'd even finish the first one. "Anyway, I have so much to do so I'll see you around later." Thea waved then disappeared again in the crowd, and Felicity couldn't help but think of the girl as a pixie who never stopped moving.

A few moments later, a glass of some sparkly drink sat in front of Felicity. She picked it up gingerly. She wasn't much of a drinker and the first taste of the thing made her shudder. She took another tentative sip and screwed up her nose in disgust. Yep, definitely no seconds for me.

Despite the very small amount she consumed, all taken with a comical expression, she began to feel her headache worsening as her head swam. Add the term lightweight to her many traits.

She steadied herself and pushed the glass away from her once the dizziness increased. Her plan was to hang around a few more minutes and see if she could catch Oliver. If she saw no sign of him then she'd obey her body's orders and leave at once, but if she did find him then he's in for a lecture about fridge responsibilities and grocery shopping.

Why didn't you get any water? She imagined herself saying. Oliver Queen, you have failed this city.

The thought made her burst in giggles and the man to her right shot her a weird look while another one, who stood a few steps from the bar, smirked and moved closer.

Yep, definitely time to go.

She expected the leering guy to block her way as she left her spot but he merely looked dismayed then moved his eyes to another woman. She exhaled in relief and started moving faster. The music had somehow intensified in a split second and she could feel the beats hammering against her skull. Her feet, which she had opted to ignore so far, protested each time she took a step, and the dizziness from the drink didn't exactly help either.

She made it to the front door within a few minutes but her ears continued to throb painfully. Any other day, the music and swaying bodies would have been mildly enjoyable to her but the day's work was finally taking its toll and Felicity cursed herself for taking that drink. Now she'd have to look for a cab instead of driving her own car which sat a few blocks away. And despite all her trouble, she hadn't so much as glimpsed Oliver.

At the club's entrance, Felicity took in her first waft of fresh air since morning. She inhaled deeply and felt her head clearing for a moment and her arms breaking in goosebumps with the nighttime chill. She moved further away from the entrance and down the two steps marking the club's exit. On the second step, Felicity felt another wave of dizziness and stumbled a bit, causing her flats to catch at the steps' carpeted edge and send her sprawling forward. Felicity cursed Thea and her stupid laptop as she braced herself for impact –but the ground never came up to her.

A muscled arm snaked around her waist and for a sinking moment she was sure that it's that pervy-looking guy from inside and she tensed into a defensive position. Dizzy or not, she was going to break his nose for laying a hand on her.

But fortunately the guy behind her spoke before she had time to react.

"Don't punch me," Came Oliver's warning voice laced with amusement. "I come in peace."

Felicity took her second exhale of relief for the night and slumped against Oliver, who still held her back to his front.

"You're not funny," she said as she pushed away and turned to face him. He looked brilliant in a buttoned, deep blue shirt that brought out his eye color. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal muscled arms and Felicity's eyes lingered on those a moment longer than they should have. She had the distinct idea that she might be slightly tipsy to have such thoughts invading her brains. "Where were you all day? You just disappeared, you and Digg, and left me all alone with all the work!"

Oliver's eyebrows shot up at her uncharacteristic behavior then understanding seemed to dawn on him. "You've been drinking." He stated, and she heard a hint of exasperation in his voice.

"Just a tiny little bit," she shrugged, the movement somehow sending a spark of pain through her head. "I didn't even finish half of that special pink sparkly drink."

Oliver's expression which looked mildly exasperated a moment ago, turned dark at the statement. "That special pink sparkly drink you're talking about, just so happens to be my sister's newest experiment with fancy beverages." Oliver said flatly. "It has enough concentrated alcohol in it to knock out a small bear." Oops. "Did someone offer it to you?" Oliver's face had hardened instantly at the suggestion of someone trying to get Felicity drunk. His eyes started scanning their surroundings and his jaw flexed, which Felicity found all too fascinating all of the sudden. She had to resist the urge to run her hands over his face.

"Noooo," Felicity answered in exasperation. Why was he being so dramatic anyway? "Thea offered it to me and I took it."

"Thea and I will have to talk about this later," Oliver muttered then rubbed a hand over his face. "Where's your car? Digg already left, and we need to take you home."

Felicity's brain struggled to come up with why she shouldn't be driving a car anytime soon and it took her a moment to voice the reason.

"I'm getting a cab," was her speech slurred or was she imagining things? "I can't drive, that's stupid because.. because of reasons.."

I'm going to murder Thea for this. Some distant part of her brain seethed and Felicity brushed it off.

"Sure you're not going to drive," Oliver shook his head incredulously. He took her by the arm and started moving away from the club. "I'll take you home, by your car, and then come back here." He explained as if he was talking to a five year old. "I haven't made a public appearance in there for a while." He muttered tiredly to himself.

After a while of walking silently, Felicity looking around and trying to figure out why everything suddenly looked too colorful, Oliver spoke to ask her where exactly she had parked her car. It was a feat for her sluggish brain to locate the thing and she had almost pointed them at the wrong direction, but a coherent part of her that was present at all times sighed and pushed her pointing hand the right way.

Oliver seemed to handle her with unusual care the whole way to the car. He rubbed her arms when she got chilly and held her hand tightly when they crossed the street but let it go as if it had burnt him once they reached the other side. If she didn't know any better she'd have thought he was feeling guilty for holding her hand.

"Did you eat anything?" Oliver asked once she was seated in the passenger seat with her head laid against the window. Her stomach protested at the thought of food and she felt bile rise up.

"Ughhhh, please don't." she ignored his disapproving glare.

"Felicity," His voice did strange pleasant things to her stomach and she squeezed her eyes shut. "tell me you've eaten something today after I left you."

"No," she mumbled miserably. Whatever Thea had given her wasn't agreeing with her system.

"We need to get something into you," he glanced at her and gave another sigh. His hands clenched tighter around the steering wheel.

"I'd have had something to eat if Mr. I have great arms remembered to buy the stuff I asked for," she said in one breath then tilted her head at Oliver's shocked expression. "What did I say?" she wondered aloud then went over her words.

There's a reason that Felicity never liked getting drunk and that's because despite her not being the shouting, make-a-fool-of-yourself type of drunks, she was an even worse subdued, say-whatever-comes-to-mind type –which was no different than her normal state except for the terrible dizziness and the slow thought process. And the increasingly inappropriate thoughts. So being drunk offered her nothing but a damper on her lucidity and a hangover the next morning.

"Please ignore what I said," she said halfheartedly; not really caring about the words but knowing that she'll regret them later. "you always do that anyway so do that again now. And you already knew you have great arms, I bet. All that training." She waved her hands in a mimicking way and caught his lips twitching.

"And here I was thinking you're no fun drunk," Oliver allowed a smile, which looked dangerously close to smug, and cast Felicity another cautious look.

"Why," Started Felicity loudly; her spirits lifting at his smile. "Do you keep looking at me that way?"

"What way?" Oliver raised an eyebrow.

"That way!" She exclaimed too loudly then winced as her ears rang. Dropping her voice to a whisper she continued. "The I feel guilty for looking at you way. The I'm just gonna drive you crazy and sneak looks at you way." Her mind screamed at her to stop talking but just as the thought was sinking in, Oliver gave her another weird look and she almost jumped up with her finger pointed at him. "HA! That's it! That's the look!"

"I liked you better when you weren't talking," Oliver muttered, too low for her to hear, and then gave a deep sigh. "I'm just going to assume that you won't remember this tomorrow," he mused. "So, that look? It's because… well.. you look beautiful… and I shouldn't be thinking that when you're this drunk" At Felicity's astonished expression –even when drunk, the word beautiful sent jolts through her- Oliver grimaced. "That's just not fair to you. You always look beautiful, but with the flushed cheeks and that glint in your eyes…" Oliver shook his head in guilt. "I feel bad just thinking that. I even held your hand... Took advantage of you."

The last sentence struck Felicity as the funniest thing in the world and she couldn't help the laugh escaping her.

"You think that's funny?" Oliver asked incredulously.

"Oliver, you didn't take my virtue," Another giggle. "You helped me cross the street! Oh you're so cute."

"Cute?" Oliver frowned but his twitching lips gave away his amusement. "Did you just call the vigilante of Starling City cute? I'm the most wanted man in every police station in this city and she calls me cute." Felicity's laughs now rocked her body and she knew from experience that she'll pass out soon. They were very close to her apartment but she highly doubted that she'd make it there awake.

"You are cute when you let yourself be," she stated confidently, then leaned down and laid a feather light kiss against his cheek. His shock at the action made the car momentarily waver. "And I give you permission to carry me upstairs," She laid her head back against the window, the laughing spill finally gone. "So you don't have to feel guilty about that."

"So now I'm carrying you upstairs?" Oliver had gained back his composure and spoke with a light tone but the words were lost to Felicity's ears. "Felicity?" he called softly then fell silent when he noticed her closed eyes and deep breaths.

His emotions ranged from distress to pure amusement. Felicity hadn't exactly let go the way he would have if drunk, but to see his collected genius acting this way still dazzled him. He had meant what he said to her about the guilt but he may have left out a fact or two.

Although the beautiful part was true, it had been just that; a small part. Oliver had been resisting the urge to grab Felicity and kiss her ever since she pressed against him at the club. Her dilated pupils and flushed cheeks didn't help with his self-control and neither did her obvious ogling of him. All of it resulted in his thoughts taking an inappropriate direction through the car ride.

True to her word, Felicity remained asleep when they made it to her house and wouldn't wake up despite Oliver's –less than earnest- attempts.

He ended up carrying her to her apartment and into her bedroom. His years of experience at getting drunk with Tommy finally paid off and he laid her down the right way then made sure to get her a glass of water and some aspirin to her bedside table. And after a moment's hesitation he even removed her shoes and glasses then tucked her in.

If only Tommy could see me now. Oliver mused with a pang of sadness.

"That's what love does to you, Queen," Tommy would say. "Turns you into a big softie, I'd run to the nearest bar and get pissed drunk if I were you." To which the old Oliver would have laughed, whereas the new one would simply shake his head. "but you're too far gone, anyway, aren't you?" That last part sounded more him than Tommy. Oliver furrowed his brows.

How did he get from helping a drunken girl down the stairs to acknowledging his feelings? Moreover how did he go from lying about his laptop and its bullet holes to watching over the very same woman he had lied to?

As he pondered the questions, Oliver took off his shoes and chose a couch in Felicity's small living room. His earlier plans to go back to the club were now forgotten in favor of making sure his friend had someone to watch over her for the night.

Laying his head back and settling down, Oliver could no longer ignore the pressing question circling in his head; Will Felicity remember what happened tonight?

He certainly hoped she would.

A/N: And that was that. No, honestly, I have no idea what that was about. It's a change from cheesy fluff and my attempt at being funny. I'm just hoping that said attempt worked out.

I may very well write a 2nd part just to answer Oliver's question of her remembering or not. Bu that of course depends on how you guys like this chapter, so let me know if you'd like to see Felicity's reaction the next day.

Thank you a lot for reading and I'd love to hear what you thought.

Here's a little spoiler for you; one of the next three chapters will be angst, so enjoy the funny for now...

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