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It was a quiet night at the foundry. Usually it was filled with Felicity's constant chatter, but tonight, the silence gnawed at Oliver like a living thing. He shifted restlessly, the emptiness pressing on him. Oliver, Diggle, and Sara were all trained fighters, able to sit in stillness for hours, but tonight, the quiet felt like a taunt, making Oliver tense with irritation. Maybe it was because his Girl Wednesday was out on a date. Even though he tried to keep Felicity at arm’s length, he couldn’t deny it.
He was completely, hopelessly in love with her.
His thoughts were shattered by the sound of heels slamming down the stairs with the force of a storm. Oliver, Dig, and Sara exchanged wry glances, bracing themselves. The first thing to appear was a pair of golden high heels, stomping like tiny hammers of fury. Oliver’s mind involuntarily shivered at the thought of those heels digging into someone’s back.
Then came the long legs, and finally the red dress; a sharp, deep V-front bodycon wrap that made her look lethal and impossibly stunning all at once. Her hair was curled perfectly, smoky eyes blazing, golden accessories glinting. But it was her lips, pouty and red, moving furiously, that demanded attention.
"Felicity, are you okay? What are you doing here? I thought you had a date?" Sara asked cautiously.
"YES I HAD A DATE," Felicity snapped, her voice slicing through the foundry. "AND YOU KNOW WHAT I LEARNED TODAY?"
"Um…" Sara hesitated.
"Men SUCK!" Felicity screeched, like a whip cracking in a silent room.
Sara laughed nervously. "They don't, actually."
"They should," Felicity spat, venom dripping from every word. "I think they should suck their own cocks. Because I AM NOT sucking them!" Oliver felt like his heart skipped a beat as her fury radiated in waves.
"Um…" Dig cleared his throat. "Did something happen?"
Felicity’s gaze turned icy. She took a deep, deliberate breath, her anger coiling like a spring ready to snap. "Everything was going well until the waiter came with the bill. The guy I went out with asked ME to pay for the food. When I replied that I WILL pay the bill if he never talks to me again, he laughed. He said he was joking. But he did have a condition. He stated, and I quote, 'if I pay this bill you'll have to give me a blowjob. I've been dreaming about you sucking my cock all evening.' Unquote. I paid for my share and left," she finished, each word punctuated by barely-contained fury.
"Tell me his name. I'll fix his manners," Oliver growled, his voice low and dangerous.
"NO. I will be the one teaching him manners," Felicity snapped, storming to her seat. Her fingers flew over the keyboard like lightning, each keystroke sharp and precise, a weapon of her wrath. The others watched in tense silence as the IT girl unleashed her fury.
About five minutes later, Felicity punched the air triumphantly, her victory roar cutting through the room. "YAY!"
"What did you do?" Sara asked, a mixture of amusement and awe in her voice.
"I changed his FB profile and stated that he was a gay male escort. Even his national ID says he's gay," Felicity smirked, her grin wicked and unrepentant.
After a moment, Sara, Dig, and even Oliver dissolved into laughter, imagining the man’s reaction and the exquisite satisfaction on Felicity’s face.