Until Death Do Us Part

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver gave a slight smile when she spoke of how this was a hacker's deam ship. Hopefully that would mean there wouldn't be any severe obstacles and that they could figure out who the mastemrind behind this was in no time. They would also need to wipe their own records of being here in case the authorities looked into the passangers. "And that's one of the many reasons I brought you along," he said, just managing to get it out before another couple approached them. Oliver brought a smile to his face as the couple greeted them, and he extended his hand to shake with the husband. They introduced themselves and Oliver did the same.

The phrase 'My name is Nikolas and this is my wife Meghan' would have to be the norm for the next few days, as he had already currently used it twice just in a matter of minutes. It seemed that everyone was on board and had made it, and couples were starting to mingle a little, and admire the ship's decor and overall inward appearance. Oliver did not yet want to socialize, for he wanted to get familiar with the ship first. At the banquet, they would have the time to meet others. Still, he looked around to get a general idea of people's faces, and picked up on what he could through snippets of their conversations.

[Felicity Smoak]

His words made her smile, but before she could reply, others begin to come up to them and introduce themselves. This made her less excited and more nervous. Felicity wasn't good at the social setting as she tended to put her foot in her mouth then try to babble her way out of it. So for the most part, she only spoke when spoken too, and let Oliver command the conversation.

Felicity did not fail to notice how some of the wife sized Oliver up too, and she felt jealous, and a bit outraged that they would do this before his 'wife'! (And every time he called her his wife, she felt herself smile, and fight a blush)! At point point when one of the women looked him up and down like a bit of meat, Felicity turned her body into him and rested her hand on his chest. "I'm thirsty, lets get some drinks." It was her method of escaping these people. As they walked away, she leaned in close, "Are you sure this wasn't a swinger's cruise?"

[Oliver Queen]

Felicity said that she was thirsty and suggested getting some drinks. She was better at the physical contact aspect of being married, that was for certain. Which Oliver of course appreciated. Anything to make it more believable. They made their way over to where there was a table filled with cups which contained a tropical looking punch type drink. He passed one to her before picking one up himself as she questioned whether this was a swinger's cruise. If it was, they certainly didn't advertise it as such.

"Why do you ask?" He wondered as he took a small drink of the beverage. He looked around at the various couples before a thought crossed his mind as to why she may be asking him this. "Did someone make you feel uncomfortable?" He questioned, his voice lowering so that no one else could overhear, and his tone growing slightly more serious as he looked directly at her. He had brought her here and so didn't want her to be in a position where she felt uncomfortable, violated, or propositioned by any of the other men.

[Felicity Smoak]

Did someone what? Really? There was NO way the playboy billionaire had missed the looks an the suggesting words. Keeping her voice low she spoke, "Yeah, they did! Several of them in fact! Did you not see the bedroom eyes stares? How they licked their lips while they openly thought dirty things?" She doubted he did!

Her tone turned teasingly mocking, "Oh Mr. Zorin, you have no idea how much it is all my pleasure to meet you." She quoted one woman, and let her eyes trail over in in a overly dramatic reenactment of the woman. "And I hope to continue the please tonight at supper." Rolling her eyes, she leaned forward, "As your wife, I'm offend! I was right there! As your friend, I'm worried for your safety. She looks like she is planning you for supper."

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver watched and listened to Felicity as she began to point out some of the women's stares and -- more amusingly -- her impressions of them, exaggerating their voices and gazes. Oliver had to force himself not to laugh, though couldn't help but let his lips curve into an amused smile, and had to take another sip of his drink to really stop himself from laughing. Before the island, commitment meant nothing to Oliver. He had slept with girlfriends, fiances, wives . . . it didn't matter. But now, the thought didn't even cross his mind. He was not here for that, and his mind would not change in that regard. But Felicity's reaction to it was what amused him so much that even when he lowered his glass from his lips, he was still smiling, and still trying so hard not to. He had a feeling he knew where it was coming from, but wasn't going to say anything . . . other than ease any concern she may have.

"Well, as my wife and my friend, you have nothing to worry about," he began to tell her. "Because I am committed to you in both regards." Meaning, he was here to play the role of her husband, and he was going to stay with her as his friend. He knew that he sometimes thought with his man part more than his head, and that he had done things that he was not proud to admit to Felicity, though she knew about it all. The incidnt with Isabel in Russia, being a prime example. But here, he wanted her to know that it wasn't going to be like that. That he would be here, with her, and not have any other priorities apart from stopping the criminals. He only had control over his own actions though; not those of the other wives. "Would it make you feel better if I also told them that?" He asked. Ok, so this time there was a slight teasing in his voice when he asked the question. But he really couldn't help it . . . he'd tried, but something had to slip out.

[Felicity Smoak]

His words caused her to pause for a moment, and her own teasing smile to slip. Committed to her. He had said them words. Exactly. Oh! That was--Oh! Right the role! "Yeah!" She agreed, trying to brush off how his words affected her. "Totally! Me too!" Though to be fair no one was hitting on her before her husband--though from lack of interest or fear of him she wasn't sure. She would pretend the later. Boss her ego.

His offer however, made her feel silly for teasing him. "No!" She laugh it off, knowing that would hinder more then help their cover, and that she had no rights to ask that of him. "I was just annoyed they didn't bother to even wait until I went to the ladies room before making their play." She was also aware that she never really knew what was going on in this romantic life. More then a few times she had been surprised by girlfriends, or co-workers. Though Isabel had been the most hurtful, and her comment as she was leaving down right humiliating--especially when Oliver had her deliver things to Smug Isabel later. "So what's the plan? What do we do now?"

[Oliver Queen]

He was glad that she seemed to be able to laugh off the situation, for she had seemed to be genuinely annoyed by other women's actions. And he of course didn't want her to be. He wasn't focused on the other women here. He was focused on the people, because they still had to find out who was behind this. But he also didn't want to hurt Felicity. He didn't want to do anything to upset her or make her feel uncomfortable. As he recognized, he had brought her here with him, and he was responsible for whatever happened. He decided to move on, rather than contiuning to tease her.

Even when she babbled, he didn't fixate on what she said, knowing they were slips and not wanting to make her feel embarrassed for them. He respected her far too much for that. So when she asked what the plan was, he decided to create some distance to help diffuse all this. "Why don't we go explore the ship," he suggested. Just them, away from the others. Not only to help ease Felicity's mind, but also because, as he had decided before, he did want to gain a familiarity with the ship before the people. So with that, moved his arm out a bit, granting her easy access to slip hers between it.

[Felicity Smoak]

Tour the boat! Yeah! She took a few large sips of her drink before sitting it on a table that had other empty glasses, and then reached for his hand. "Come on then." She was trying to make it look like a wife dragging her husband off to better fit into their cover. Pulling him toward the exit, she kept it up until they had turned down a hall, and were out of sight of most the people.

In the hallway she was more aware of just how tall and broad he was. The smaller space making him look sexier--bigger. "Alright," She told him, dropping his hand so she could using one of the touch screen maps along the wall. "Where to first?" Scrolling along she started listing off places. "They have rooms on all lower decks, the main deck is the pool, shops, gym, and golf course . . . really?" On a boat?

"The on the next one they have some clubs, and dinning. Everything above that is for 'certain members' only." Which she guessed was them. "It has the ball room, the fine dinning, and more shopping. A spa--OOO! A spa!" That would be fun! "And everything above that is more rooms." There was more, but that was the highlights.

[Oliver Queen]

As they approached a map of the place, Oliver's eyes scanned over the locations as Felicity vocalized them. A gym. That was good. His training wouldn't have to suffer by being absent of it for a few days. Plus, it would be a good place to get a feel for the other men; a place away from their wives where he could listen to their conversations and find out more about them in a very causal way. Well, unless the women worked out too. Which also would not be a bad thing. But just based on first glance, these women seemed like the type more interested in going to the spa, and shopping, and all those typically glamerous things.

"Let's start with the places on the bottom floor," he said as he quickly memorized the map as best he could so he would know where they were going and where each place was. The first stop, nearest to them, were the shops. Apparently for women who were going to have withdrawal from not shopping for a few days, or well, even the men, for there were things for both sexes. The next would be the pool, a place that they just needed to pop their heads into since they weren't exactly going for a swim right now. And the third stop . . . was the gym. A place that he did want to explore a little. So when they stepped inside, he took in the sight, seeing what all they had to offer.

[Felicity Smoak]

Felicity took her own notes while walking around, mostly taking in the views, and the points with electronic access. She wanted to be able to hack them and see what was happening. Such as the camera in the gym! Maybe save that file of Oliver working out in the sun. Oh yeah! While he was looking around, she noticed something over in the far corner.

She reached up to tug his shirt, and when he looked at hers he pointed at it. "I like watching you do that." And thanks to him not being Oliver Queen here, he didn't have to pretend to be as weak as he had other people think Oliver was. Oliver was a normal guy, were as Nikolas could be something more?

[Oliver Queen]

As Oliver was looking at the other contents of the gym, she brought to his attention a somewhat familiar workout apparatus. Something he had back in the Arrowcave. It was a bit dusty looking, perhaps not frequently used. She stated that she liked watching him do that, which was something she had said when she introduced him to the revamped Arrowcave. It was an important part of his training for it worked every muscle and limb in him, and took not only strength and felxibility, but also, focus and concentration. Perhaps he would be able to find that here, which could help what they came here to do. He knew he could not bring attention to himself, so maybe when the gym was empty or something. "Come on," he said softly as he turned to leave, waiting for her to step out first.

The rest of the tour went fairly well. Oliver was better to orientate himself and where all the other rooms were located. Well, all the rooms that they had access to. Somehow, he would need to check the rooms they didn't have acccess to either for that could provide them with clues as to who was involved. When they had briefly seen all that they needed to, they went to the main lobby again and most of the couples seemed to be heading back to their rooms to maybe get some rest -- or do other things -- before the banquet started in a couple hours. So Oliver and Felicity had decided to do the same: return to their shared room and wait for the banquet to start.

[Felicity Smoak]

Oliver didn't really comment on her words but he never did. So instead they took the rest of the tour, and returned to their room. Once in, she walked over to the couch and jumped up, to fall back on it--then reach down to make sure her dress had not come up. Reaching for her tablet she begin casually doing things. Rolling over to her belly, she rested on her elbows.

"A couch is defiantly needed at work." She was tempted or order one now! "Until then however, I now have access to all the cameras on the halls." Looking up at him, she kept explaining. "You can look around them if you want, while I shower and change." She didn't move yet, in case he needed something before she went.

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver gave a small nod when she said he could take a look at the different cameras while she got ready. "You can go ahead," he told her, knowing she was waiting to see if he needed to know anything else. He sat at the arm of the couch, already looking at the different camera angles that she had managed to get them access to. Most of them were in fairly public areas, nothing too telling. But, they could keep an eye on who went where and see for what purpose.

It would definitely help narrow things down. For as long as they were here, they couldn't stop working. Every detail was important. Lives depended on it. Not to sound overdramatic. He paused for a moment, looking up from the tablet and then at her, realizing something. "Would you prefer if I left?" He asked, wondering if she wanted the space to walk freely in a towel, and if his presence here would add any inconvenience to her. They were sharing a room after all, and he wanted to be respectful of her needs and preferences.

[Felicity Smoak]

"Would you prefer-""Yes?!""-if I left?""Oh!" She had for a moment, thought he was asking to join her. Which was dumb. So very, very dumb. Of course he wasn't! That was silly. "No! Of course not. I can just shut the door." She trusted him not to burst in and pounce on her . . . . unfortunately.

Before she could say more, or more importantly before he could say anything more, she hurried up the steps and out of the room. She showered, and let the hot water relax her, before getting out and blow drying her hair. Walking out into the bedroom she finished drying and got dressed. Tonight she would wear a dress that was a few shades of blue, and short. It also had only one shoulder so, she had a special bra to wear with it. Her hair however, she just left curly for now. It was a mass of curls since she had not yet put a straightener to it.

Picking that up, and her shoes, she opened the bedroom door, and bounced down the steps. "If you want to change and things go ahead. I can do the rest down here while you do." Like her makeup and things.

[Oliver Queen]

He . . . wasn't sure where she was going with her answering his question in the middle, but he didn't dwell on it. She said that it was alright if he stayed and hurried up the steps to get ready. While she was showering and dressing, he continued to look through the cameras, memorizing all that he could from the different angles. He saw a few of the staff wandering about, but nothing to make them look suspicious. Before he knew it, he heard her coming down the stairs and looked up from her tablet. She told him he could get ready upstairs and so, setting her tablet down, casually walked past her and began to go up the stairs. But with her back turned to him and his to hers, he slightly turned his head to look at her. He couldn't let his gaze linger for very long, not to the point where she would notice. There were very specific reasons as to why he held back quite a lot when it came to her, but that didn't mean he . . . didn't feel things for her or that he didn't notice her beauty.

Once upstairs he focused on getting ready. He grabbed a towel and his clothes and went to the bathroom to shower and get ready. He didn't take too long, and once he was finished cleaning up, put on his black suit and tie, with a white blouse underneath. Formal enough for a banquet, since after all . . . this was not the first one he had attended. He finished getting ready, wearing all he needed to in order to be dressed for the occasion. Making sure his hair was in place, giving himself a light hint of cologne and straightening out his tie, he was ready. He made his way down the stairs once again, sitting on the last step so that he could put on his shoes and looking up to see if Felicity was ready as well.

[Felicity Smoak]

She had her tablet in mirror mode, and was on the couch finishing her make up when he came down. Looking over the back of the couch she grinned. While she liked him in green leather, and even better in jeans--the man sure could wear a suit. Turning off her tablet, she slipped on her own matching shoes and stood up to walk over to him.

Standing before where he was sitting, her heels made her tower over him--for once. "I'm starving, and I'm not one of those girls who don't eat." She teased him, "So lets go rack up some grub." Though she knew he wouldn't eat much, she had skipped lunch because of nerves and now she was starving. She also noticed something on his collar. "You have some of my hair," She pointed, and stopped talking, before stepping closer to pull her long blond strand from it. "There, now you're clean!"

[Oliver Queen]

She approached him and began to talk about how hungry she was. He realized he hadn't even considered offering her a meal since they'd arrived. Just because he didn't eat a lot, didn't mean he expected others not to eat as well. He would not let that happen again. Besides, he liked that fact that she was not shy to admit when she was hungry. He had known far too many women who were drastically different. As he had his shoes on he rose to his feet and she said he had sometihng on his collar. He looked down and saw her pull a long blond strand of hair. Usually it was lipstick on his collar, so a strand of hair was definitely a welcome alternative. It was easier to get off.

Besides, no one would question it here since they were married and expected to . . . well, do things that may resort in having a strand of her hair on him. He grabbed his wallet and tucked it into his pocket. It seemed they would be right on time. He knew he didn't need to ask her if she was ready because she looked it. But Oliver had made it a habit not to stare, especially at her. Even though, as a man, it was difficult not to, it was something he often forced himself to do, or well, technically to not do. "Let's go," he said as he gently and casually put his hand on her back as they walked to the door, opening it for her and locking up behind them. Now they could proceed to the next step: getting to know the passengers on the boat with them.

[Felicity Smoak]

In the hall she again, fell into place by his side, and talked to him as they walked down to the fine dining area. She mostly kept it light about how pretty everything was here, and even said she might use the spa while here at some point when things were more settled (aka, not looking for men who could kill them).

They were seated in a group table, with four other couples, in a male-female pattern. Felicity smiled and let everyone greet them, and anyone who didn't know each other introduced themselves. A few of the men began talking about business, keeping things light. Who was who, and who did what--aka how much you worth. Then came the dreaded questions on a more personal note.

'Tell me Meghan, how did you capture such a charming husband.' If she knew the answer to that, she'd be his real wife. Instead she laughed, feeling her slight blush and tried to lie better then Oliver did in the early day. "Oh!" There was a slight awkward silence before she managed to speak. "We work together, so we met through there." aaannnndddd, "And he did most the wooing, so maybe he should tell the story!"

[Oliver Queen]

When they got there, they were seated with a few other couples and the casual chit chat began. The men were talking about business, and Oliver's contribution was minimal. It was enough to be engaged in the conversation, however not so much that he would dominate it. Here, he was not Oliver Queen so did not need to be the center of focus. The more they blended in, the better. Besides, he was far too busy taking in the details of everything else. Where everyone was sitting, what they were saying, the tone they were using . . . he was mostly keeping an eye on the men. While a woman, or women, could be involved, he knew that Adams was a male and that made most of his focus rest on them until he uncovered his true identity. He was pulled from his thoughts however when he felt eyes on him, and turned to look at Felicity and another woman who seemed to be looking at him expectantly. His mind raced rewound to what he had heard them speaking in the background while his attentions had been elsewhere. Capture. Husband. Work together. Wooing. Story. Right! . . . Oh.

Oliver smiled, appearing completely confident and casual. "As Meghan stated, we did meet through work, in the company I am CEO of. And as she also accurately stated, it was I who pursued her, for quite some time if I recall correctly," he said slightly teasing, causing the woman to give a small laugh. He continued to smile, looking at Felicity, softening his expression to make the story more believable since it was so far from the truth since, well they weren't married. "But I am glad I didn't give up. For the outcome was more than worth it." They needed to appear to be a happy, much in love couple. But he also knew not to give too many details because even if women did, men did not. And he wasn't about to oversell their false story. "And how about yourself?" He asked, looking at the woman who had asked them. "How did your husband manage to be so fortunate?" He knew that in order to gain the passanger's trust, some charm and friendly remarks and questions were required.

[Felicity Smoak]

Oliver's gaze softened and took on that look that drove her crazy. She believed he was in love with that look on his face. She beli--no! It was a lie! Don't believe! Don't be that stupid! Biting her bottom lip, she turned away from him to pretend to hear what the other woman said. She told some story about a charity or something, and Felicity nodded along while trying not to think about Oliver's expressions.

It was around then that she heard a glass tip over, turning she noticed the woman on the other side of Oliver had knocked her glass over, and was using her napkin to blot it. She looked back at the other woman for a moment to show she was still paying attention. 'Let me just make sure I didn't get you.' Hearing the voice come from on the other side of Oliver, Felicity turned just in time to see the woman's hand drop . . . into . . . Oliver's . . . lap!!!!

[Oliver Queen]

Oliver was half listening to the woman -- enough to be able to comment if need be, since he could very well multitask -- but then a distraction came from his other side. He turned to see that a woman had spilled her drink onto his lap which was . . . a little too convenient. Oliver slightly jerked back not just from the surprise of the drink, but the fact that her hand was attempting to wipe up the mess and . . . she didn't seem to be using the napkin to its full potential. For he felt more of her hand than anything else. He forced a smile to remain on his lips, unable to get up and leave -- part of him feared that she would folow him.

"It's ok," he reassured her softly, keeping calm and as polite as he could possibly be and . . . trying not to, encourage, anything. He didn't want to make a scene, but it was extremely difficult with her hand . . . down there . . . touching him in a place that it really shouldn't be lingering on. Wasn't her husband sitting right next to her? Unfortunately, he seemed far too engrossed in his conversation to notice. "Really, its quite alright. No harm done," he continued to say in the same tone of voice, trying to shift his body a little so that she would move her hand. He casually dropped another cloth napkin over his lap, continued to smile, and tried to cross his legs a little to avoid her touch from lingering there. "Allow me to get you another drink," he said, raising his hand up for a waiter. A distraction but more importantly, a witness.

[Felicity Smoak]

It took her a few seconds to snap out of her shock at the woman's hand. Oliver was trying to get out of it, but the woman seemed to find it amusing rather then a hindrance. Like it was how the game was played. As the waiter came, her hand moved, but Felicity still didn't like it! SHE WAS RIGHT HERE! Did no one care? Shifting her chair a few inches toward Oliver, she tucked herself into his side.

A new drink was ordered, and for the most part conversation kept flowing. The woman, who's name turned out to be Cindy, asked a few questions about 'Nikolas and Meghan' and Felicity was proud she could answer then all with out blushing--anger would do that to you. Where did they go on the honeymoon? Spent it on an island were they could be alone. Favorite vacation? Russia. Simple, and close to the truth. With Felicity's attention on her, Cindy made no more advanced toward Oliver.

[Oliver Queen]

Her hand finally moved, the water replaced her drink, and Felicity shifted a bit closer to him. Things were more settled. So the conversation progressed on from that brief interruptance. Oliver didn't pay too much more attention on the woman who had spilled her drink. Besides, Felicity seemed to be doing an excellent job in answering her questions, which allowed him to go back to work. Listening to as many people as he could, asking questions to act curious but reading more into their words than they may realized, and even spoke to some of the other women at their table because they may know something relevant, without even realizing it.

The conversation only quieted down when the captain came to make a short welcome speech, introducing each couple as they were expected to stand and make themselves known. When that part was over, the appetizers were brought out. Oliver took a few bites to avoid suspicion and from anyone noticing his minimal appetite. Eating on a boat wasn't exactly the greatest combination for him. It was for reasons far beyond any motion sickness. It was just the memories that any boat held. But he prevented himself from growing distracted. He simply took small infrequent bites, and thankfully, no one noticed a thing. Besides, with the wine being served, more people were loosening up and growing more comfortable.

[Felicity Smoak]

The rest of the evening began to so well. They were introduced to everyone, and had their moment, the food was perfect, she avoided the booze. She even stole a few bites of his to try more, and to keep their cover of being married. Felicity even for a moment began to enjoy herself. Most the couples were nice people. Cindy's husband ignored her, which made Felicity feel bad for the woman, but not enough to back off.

When it was over, everyone bid goodnight, and it was then the black cloud came back. Cindy moved in close to Oliver and shook his hand, leaving something in it. Jealous, angry, and more then a little annoyed Felicity walked a little ahead to put some distance between her and them. She knew Oliver wouldn't sleep with the woman while pretending to be here with her, but it felt like Isabel all over again. She wasn't his type. She wasn't foward enough, free enough. She wasn't model formed. She was too awkward.

And right now, too angry.

[Oliver Queen]

The evening progressed calmly and Oliver was able to get a general feel for the people. He hadn't yet been able to determine who Adams was, but this was a decent start. No one was suspecting of them. In fact, they fit in quite well, able to get along with most of the other couples -- at least those that they talked to a great deal tonight. When everyone was saying goodnight, Cindy left something in the palm of his hand, and he didn't need to look at it to see what it was. Not wanting anyone else to see it, and unable to throw it away for that reason -- as well as being rude to Cindy -- Oliver tucked it into his pocket. He had absolutely no use for it so to him, he quickly dismissed it.

As they made their way back to their room, he didn't fail to notice the change in Felicity. She was walking a bit ahead, of him, where he would have otherwise thought her to walk alongside him. There was an odd tension in the air, one he didn't know how to categorize. She only stopped when she was at the door to the room since he had the keys. So he opened it, and she immediately stepped in. Closing and locking it behind him, he set the keys on the table and looked at her. "What's wrong?" He asked calmly, wondering if someone had said something to her and he had just missed it. Though, it seemed that that someone could very possibly be him.