starving for help [open]

[laurel]

Eating hadn't been at the top of Laurel's priorities in, well, a very long time. But tonight, her stomach was relentless. She'd been imagining the keys on her computer were little M&Ms and she swore that the janitor's head was burger shaped. The case, er, cases on her desk were stacking up, but this one in particular was difficult to crack. Maybe it was time for a break. Shoving the paper work to the side, Laurel stood, and swayed, edges of her vision darkening. "Whoa," she breathed softly, reaching to hold her head. Definitely time for something to eat. 

Buttoning her trench coat, Laurel pulled her gloves from her pocket and stumbled her way through the exit, pausing to rest against the door. "This is ridiculous," she mumbled, shaking her head as she tried to gather herself, fingers wiggling into her gloves. It was just a few blocks to the diner, and Laurel swore after shoveling some french fries in, she'd head right back up to crack this case. 

Inside, Laurel ducked into a booth near the back, shrugging out of her jacket and offering the waitress a smile. "Can I have a Coke please?" Offering a thankful nod, Laurel glanced down at the menu, but found her hand wandering to her pocket for her phone, compulsively checking her email.

[Felicity Smoak]

"You need more then just 'I ate that for lunch'!" She griped to him as she opened the door, and held her phone to her ear. Oliver never ate much, and she worried because of that but assumed it was because on the island he got used to smaller meals--maybe that was why he looked like the greek adnois . . . and why she stared.

Going up the the counter she waved at Carly and gestured to the phone. "Diggle would like his normal but Oliver is trying to get out of supper. Make him something good? Fires! We love fires!" She laughed and shurged her shoulders and Carly went to put the order into. Looking at her phone as Oliver said something she make a face. "Do NOT touch my computer! I will do that when I get there! Food, then we play secretary." Oh damn it! "Not that we play that." It sounded kinky. "Cause we don't play. We do--" Things she could not say. "I'm hanging up."

Turning from the counter she looked up and saw Oliver's . . . . uhhh . . . friend? Tommy's girl friend, Oliver's old girlfriend who he slept with her sister then got lost on and island with . . . . who'd just over heard her embarrassing babble of the hour. "Uhh, Hi!"

[laurel]

Her fingers were busy flying over the keys on her phone, sending a rather snarky email back to the skeeze ball lawyer who was trying to get his ass of a client off the hook, when Felicity walked in. Laurel paid little attention to the woman until she heard the name 'Diggle' out of her mouth. Turning her head, dark eyes watched the nerdy little blonde ramble on and on into her phone. Arguing it sounded. Playfully. With Oliver, no doubt. 

She'd heard the rumors, that he'd taken a recent interest in Felicity, but that didn't really surprise Laurel. Ollie had a knack for taking an interest in a pair of pretty eyes and long legs. Felicity was a little out of the ordinary, for Oliver, Laurel thought. But she could pull off that sexy secretary thing. If she'd lose the ponytail, and maybe, stop talking. Laurel hadn't realized she'd been staring until the blonde turned around and met her gaze. 

Shit. Laurel dropped her eyes back to her phone but it was too late. She'd spoken. Mustering up a smile, the lawyer turned back toward Felicity. "Hello," she offered, pausing when the waitress dropped off her soda to ask for a burger and fries. "You're Oliver's friend, right?"

[Felicity Smoak]

"Hello, You're Oliver's friend, right?" Oliver. "Yes." She was his friend. That was right. Was that their excuse? "Yes! We are friends! . . . . I fix his computer and he . . . " Stand there and looks pretty. No, new track. "And your his old friend! . . . Not that your old! And not that your not friends any more. I meant . . . you've known him forever." Damn it Felicity! Focus!

Her phone made a sound and she looked down at it. It was Oliver. "Oliver." No! Laurel! Looking back up at the woman who HAD to think she was bad crazy Felicity ignored Oliver's text on bringing him fies and smiled in a way that she was trying to cover up the last few seconds. "Meeting Tommy?" Way to seem like she knew everything. "I mean, I know him from the club. Cause he is the manager." Ah!

"Are you here alone?" She felt bad for Laurel, but also . . a bit curious too. This was the type of girl Oliver loved, and was with before the island. She could learn more about Oliver before he took on the weight of the world. "Do you mind if I wait with you?"

^{[PS: Just wanted to say I did have permission from Oliver to use him in these two posts.]}