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Post by Felicity Smoak on Feb 1, 2014 20:11:34 GMT -6
"I made you an app for that." Felicity told him as she walked into Big Belly Burger, and picked up a menu, while standing at the counter. Him being Oliver of course. Who else would she be talking to while not having a life--case point today was a supposeive day off from both his CEOness and Arrowness, because of a family function, and instead of enjoying it doing normal things she was doing research.
Not that she minded--that might have sounded bitter but Felicity in fact loved helping Oliver. She loved being apart of a team, and doing something she believed in, and helping people. Even more so now that he wasn't killing people. It all left her feeling important, and valued rather then the over looked IT girl in the basement of a company with more employees then a small city.
"I'm getting some food and then I will tweak it, and see what I can find out about our mystery man before you take him on a field trip." To prison. Looking up from the menu, she noticed Laurel sitting by herself over along the wall. "Hey, I gotta go. I'll see you when your done."
Hanging up, Felicity walked over to the table, menu in hand. "Hey, Laurel." She said hesitantly. It had not been too long since Oliver and the mystery girl (who they now knew was Sara!) had saved Laurel from the Dollmaker. Felicity wanted to make sure she was alright. "I'm Felicity. . . . which you knew. Of course you knew." Stop talking! No babbles! "How are you? Are you here alone?"
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Post by laurelance on Feb 1, 2014 21:28:55 GMT -6
In true Lance fashion, that meant that she was overloading herself at the D.A’s office. She needed work to distract her, just like it had after Sara and again after Tommy. It wasn’t doing its usual trick like it used to, but working in tandem with the pills and a drink or two and Laurel could almost find solid ground to stand on. Some days were worse than others and some days, she just couldn’t stare at end empty apartment anymore, despite the papers and files scattered around it. Some days, she had to take the work out and to a diner and show the world that Laurel Lance was still going strong.
She sat by herself with only one case file, a basket of fries and a half finished double cheeseburger. Not far off was a bottle of beer, just like it used to be when she was studying for her J.D. years ago. It was almost refreshing, except that she hadn’t looked at the unopened case file and had stared ahead blankly until she heard a voice. She blinked a couple of times before turning a small smile up at the chipper blonde.
”Hello, Felicity. Of course I remember.” She remembered a ping of jealousy seeing her at Oliver’s office, though she was far enough away from that now to realize she was just jealous that Oliver hadn’t pushed Felicity away, like he had to her. Any maybe there were some lingering feelings; first loves were always hard to get over.
Then there was the ‘how are you’ question, which Laurel was sure Felicity hadn’t meant like her father did, but it made her stiffen just a little. ”I’m doing well. I was just…” She trailed off to look at the closed file. ”Taking a burger break.” Looking at the menu in the other girl’s hand, she scooped off the file, tucking it in her bag and rearranged the table for more room. ”No. I’m here alone. Uh, you’re welcome to join me if you’d like.”
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Post by Felicity Smoak on Feb 1, 2014 22:24:51 GMT -6
Join her! Oh! That was nice of her. Laurel, gorgeous Laurel. Oliver's Laurel. The one he had loved forever. Felicity knew that this was the type of woman Oliver liked--strong, tall, legs a mile long. Model like, with brains and courage and . . . . Everything.
"Yeah, thanks, that would be nice." She turned to look at Carly, and waved while smiling at her. She ordered some fries with a burger--no bacon, and a strawberry milkshake. Felicity wasn't a drinker, she tended to make bad social choices on her own and didn't need the aid of booze to make her say more dumb things. Besides, if she ended up working tonight, she needed her head in the game. If it wasn't Oliver could get killed. Which would suck--like really.
Moving back to sit down, she smiled over at Laurel. "Carly is Diggle's sister in law." She offered, "Diggle is Oliver's bodyguard." Laurel could already know that, but she wanted to say something. Silence didn't settle well with Felicity and she tended to fill it with random things that mostly made her embarrassed.
It was why Walter was special to her, and so was Oliver. They had never rolled their eyes, or teased her for not having the best people skills. They'd valued her.
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Post by laurelance on Feb 4, 2014 16:30:28 GMT -6
Laurel picked at her fries as she looked toward the waitress that Felicity had waved to. How many times had she been to Big Belly and not noticed the faces around her? Was she so self involved, so consumed with what was happening in her own world that she didn’t see anything else? It was what had cost Tommy his life, and potentially even her own and her father’s. It was… no, she had to stop. She couldn’t feel guilty right now, not in front of people. With a small, ever so determined smile toward the waitress, Carly, she turned back to Felicity. ”I’ve met Diggle, yes,” there was a slight chuckle at the thought of the big man who followed Oliver around. She couldn’t even begin to comprehend the amount of trouble on his hands just given the Queen name and their penchance for disasterous, dangerous situation. ”But it’s good to know my burger is in good hands.” It was true, somehow knowing that little connection made her a little more settled. Then she remembered how impolite she was being. ”How are you, Felicity? Oliver isn’t running you ragged?” She couldn’t imagine just what Oliver would have the pretty blonde doing, but Oliver wasn’t the same man she had dated and loved, and he wasn’t the same man after his best friend’s death. He was stepping up and Laurel could appreciate that, even if it sent a little ping into her heart. Why she couldn’t have inacted that change in him, she wasn’t sure. On the other side, Laurel wasn’t the same girl she was either. That made her pick up her beer, still slightly cool, and take a long swig of it. |
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Post by Felicity Smoak on Feb 5, 2014 18:39:38 GMT -6
Laurel asked how she was, and Felicity smiled glad for something else to say, cause right now she was wanting to ask about how Laurel was recovering from all the excitement from the last few weeks. The fake hoods had shot the mayor at a party Laurel was at, then the kidnapping. Felicity knew how it was to want to talk to someone, but not sure who to talk to. After her own excitements (a bomb around her neck, seeing people die, the same hoods attacking QC), she could easily understand how it could be hard for Laurel too.
"I'm good! Just enjoying down time." She knew that wasn't a joke that Laurel would understand because she didn't know about Felicity's night time job. "Glad for some quite time, ya know. Could use some more with all the chaos." Did that sound too hinting at her night life? "You know from business things. Meetings and thing . . . " Stop! Don't babble!
Laurel had also asked about Oliver running her ragged--which while was true it was more Felicity took on a lot to herself. She did it for the cause--and for Oliver. Her job done well meant his job done well, and he got home safe. "Oliver knows better then to ask more then I can give him." Or she'd yell at him. "Not much time off, but he is a CEO. He's at home tonight, which is good! He needs to spend more time with his family, and out of the office" BOTH of them. "He's not really spent a lot of time just doing that since he got back." From 'being over seas' (the island)! "And since Tommy."
She paused then, seeming to realized WHO she was talking too.
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Post by laurelance on Feb 9, 2014 8:30:25 GMT -6
She was gathering, the more time she spent with Felicity, that she was quite the chatter box, which Laurel didn’t mind. It was infectious and it was actually helping to pull her up out of her own head. Considering her own thoughts were not always beneficial to everyday function, it was a very good thing. She could focus on Felicity and keeping up with the fast talk and less time focusing on keeping her head above water. ”I’m sure it’s been a busy time after… everything.” Such as Laurel putting Moira Queen on the stand and essentially being the push button to very sensitive topics. As a lawyer, it was exactly what she had to do it and it proved how good she was at her job, but as a longtime family friend? It had made her feel dirty. ”We all need some down time now and then.” Though Laurel hated it. She smiled as Felicity went on about Oliver, remembering a very different sort of Oliver Queen. It was a good thing that he was focusing on the things he had neglected before. Sure, she wished one of those things had been their relationship, but years had gone by and they both strived to move on. One of them was better at it than the other, apparently. Laurel reached for a fry but stopped at the mention of Tommy. She tried to keep the pain out of her eyes, and the guilt. She might have slept with Oliver right before, but she loved Tommy; she was just too late to realize it. ”Tommy was Oliver’s best friend. It’s been hard on him, on all of us.” She forced out with what she hoped was an even voice. Every day she was getting better at the whole ‘appearing like nothing hurts’ thing. ”I’m sure Thea’s thrilled.” She shoved the fry into her mouth. |
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Post by Felicity Smoak on Feb 14, 2014 15:12:20 GMT -6
Laurel spoke of needing down time, and Felicity knew that was the truth, and she hoped she wasn't ruining Laurel's escape from work. She only hoped that Laurel would not have invited her to sit if she had not meant for her to really join her. "Yeah, Oliver and Tommy. I knew they were close. I got to know him some when he worked at the club. He was a good guy." And had been really crazy about Laurel. Felicity had felt bad they broke up but apparently whatever the reason it wasn't because he didn't love her; because he had gone to save her.
Would have been romantic if it had not ended with him dying. That was depressing. She hated that thought. Change the subject. To anything. Thea! Yes! "I bet she is! She and that boy friend of her's. He might be less thrilled." She joked, knowing Oliver was in all likely hood, giving poor Roy hell right now. "Was he always so disapproving of Thea's boyfriends?" She asked, trying to keep the topic on something safe.
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Post by laurelance on Feb 22, 2014 8:18:25 GMT -6
”He was a really good guy.” Better than the likes of her, and all of them really. He had died to save her, and how had she repaid that sacrifice? The night before, she was sleeping with his best friend. She was no where near his level of human being and she knew it. ”He was one of the best.” Laurel couldn’t reach her purse and the pills inside discretely, so she settled on the beer in front of her. It was getting warm, but at this point, she didn’t care. She wasn’t drinking it to enjoy it. ”I’m sorry, Felicity, maybe it’s better we don’t talk about him.” Why couldn’t she reach those pills! If there was a time for them, now was it; to dull the heart pain. Luckily, Felicity moved on, and to a subject that Laurel could work up a snort and a small smile for. She didn’t know Roy all that well, but she did know Thea and it didn’t seem that far-fetched that she’d fall for someone like him. Afterall, he reminded her of Sara in a lot of ways and Laurel loved her sister, and maybe the relationship was different, but she knew what it was like to care for someone with those kind of tendencies. But a big brother and those tendencies? Her smile grew. ”I’m not sure ‘disapproving’ is a strong enough word, but she was still a kid when he…” They both knew how the end of the sentence was going to go. ”Maybe he’ll go easy on Roy,” the look she gave Felicity doubted those very words. ”He’s always been good with Thea. He’ll do what’s right.” Thea might not like it, however.
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