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@ofnotavillainofmystory

Water it is. {I promised with a smile as I opened the refrigerator door; retrieving a water for each of us before setting them down onto the counter briefly. After grabbing the container of Tylenol too, I carried that and the waters into the living room where Tommy had made himself comfortable on the sofa} Here you go... One water and I brought the bottle of Tylenol too in case you needed it. {Obviously referring to his injuries following the fight tonight with Oliver, but given how much alcohol he had in his system too, it wouldn't surprise me if he was also nursing a big of a hangover too. A thought I'd keep to myself though because that wasn't my business} How's the hand feeling? {It had been pretty bruised up and swollen when I gave him the ice pack, so I hoped the ice was helping. Regardless though, it didn't make me feel any less guilty than I was feeling currently. I mean, I promised Tommy a fun, carefree evening tonight, and Oliver went and ruined all of that}

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{Oliver was probably the most stubborn person that I knew. Ridiculous hot… especially when he was fighting crime and doing all of those pull ups on the bar, but still, annoyingly stubborn. Honestly his stubbornness and pride being the source and starting point of a lot of our fights… Today being a prime example of that, when I all but begged him to go and talk to Tommy, yet Oliver refused to. Yeah, yeah, I get that the two of them had a bit of a fight, but Tommy’s father just died, so given that Oliver was one of Tommy’s longest friends, now more than ever, Oliver should be there for Tommy. Nope. Not Oliver though. He told me to butt out, mind my own business, and then he went about his own Arrow, crime-fighting business} Butt out. Bossy, stubborn jerk. Nobody is going to tell me what to do. {I murmured out under my breath in indignance as I stormed out of the lair; making my way upstairs to the club, where I knew Tommy was probably working. Sure, I knew the club wasn’t technically open yet, but that didn’t matter, since Tommy was usually here early to work on inventory and stocking and stuff. As if that thought no sooner came to mind, the private elevator door opened up to the desired floor of the club; pressing the code into the keypad before the secret door opened into one of the storage closets. After a short walk then out of the storage closet and into the club, I found myself briskly walking toward the bar area in search of Tommy. Mind you, I didn’t really know him all that well, so I didn’t have the first clue what I’d say to him once I did approach, but that didn’t matter. He was mourning the loss of his father, so even if I just said, “I’m sorry for your loss,” that’s still better than Oliver annoyingly not saying anything to Tommy at all. I thought to myself matter of factly as I approached the back end of the bar, and then walked around to the front; greeting Tommy with a smile when I noticed him jotting some things down on the clipboard in his hands} Hey, Tommy… I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a couple of times through Oliver. The last time being here on the opening night of your club, which was great, by the way. A raging success, you could say. {I rambled nervously before realizing I wasn’t giving the right details currently, and I needed to remain on topic now} Anyway, not that any of that matters, but I’m Felicity. You probably already remembered that, since we have met a couple of times, but just in case you didn’t remember, that’s my name. {Here we go again. I thought to myself as I continued to ramble} Either way, Oliver told me about your dad, and I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. I lost my dad, too. I mean, he didn’t die… More like, left me as a kid, but my point is, I know the sting that can follow. Yours being much worse than mine ever was though, and for that, I am sorry. I just wanted to say that I’m here for you, Tommy… You know, if you need a friend, or anything, I’m here. I’ve been told I can be a good listener, too, so you can always vent or talk to me, if that’s what you want or need. {I rambled on as I eventually perched myself onto one of the bar stools. Possibly prematurely though, since there was a good chance Tommy would send me on my way now, since I was probably getting on his nerves with all of my incessant rambling}

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Okay, Rocky, go rest that hand and your battle wounds in the living room while I heat up our food. {I aired out playfully and flashed you a grin as I made my way to the kitchen to finish dishing out our food and then used the microwave to heat everything up for us. I was still so angry with Oliver for what he pulled tonight. Not just showing up here and acting like a total jerk, but for the comments he made about me too. Good to know what Oliver thinks about me. I mean, don't get me wrong, I know I'm not Tommy's type. I don't look anywhere near the supermodel types he normally dates, but regardless, I saw no reason why him and I couldn't be friends at least. Why was it so difficult for Oliver to believe that Tommy would want to be friends with me? Just because Oliver only sees me as his employee doesn't mean other people wouldn't want to be friends with me. I thought in building aggravation as I finished heating up Tommy's plate of food. Then once I grabbed the eating utensils and some napkins for him, I carried the food into the living room before setting it down on the coffee table in front of him} What would you like to drink, Tommy? {I asked with a smile as I prepared to return to the kitchen to heat my own plate of food up, as well as to grab us some drinks too. I just hoped him and I could find a way to salvage what was left of this evening and to still have some fun}

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{Oliver was probably the most stubborn person that I knew. Ridiculous hot… especially when he was fighting crime and doing all of those pull ups on the bar, but still, annoyingly stubborn. Honestly his stubbornness and pride being the source and starting point of a lot of our fights… Today being a prime example of that, when I all but begged him to go and talk to Tommy, yet Oliver refused to. Yeah, yeah, I get that the two of them had a bit of a fight, but Tommy’s father just died, so given that Oliver was one of Tommy’s longest friends, now more than ever, Oliver should be there for Tommy. Nope. Not Oliver though. He told me to butt out, mind my own business, and then he went about his own Arrow, crime-fighting business} Butt out. Bossy, stubborn jerk. Nobody is going to tell me what to do. {I murmured out under my breath in indignance as I stormed out of the lair; making my way upstairs to the club, where I knew Tommy was probably working. Sure, I knew the club wasn’t technically open yet, but that didn’t matter, since Tommy was usually here early to work on inventory and stocking and stuff. As if that thought no sooner came to mind, the private elevator door opened up to the desired floor of the club; pressing the code into the keypad before the secret door opened into one of the storage closets. After a short walk then out of the storage closet and into the club, I found myself briskly walking toward the bar area in search of Tommy. Mind you, I didn’t really know him all that well, so I didn’t have the first clue what I’d say to him once I did approach, but that didn’t matter. He was mourning the loss of his father, so even if I just said, “I’m sorry for your loss,” that’s still better than Oliver annoyingly not saying anything to Tommy at all. I thought to myself matter of factly as I approached the back end of the bar, and then walked around to the front; greeting Tommy with a smile when I noticed him jotting some things down on the clipboard in his hands} Hey, Tommy… I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a couple of times through Oliver. The last time being here on the opening night of your club, which was great, by the way. A raging success, you could say. {I rambled nervously before realizing I wasn’t giving the right details currently, and I needed to remain on topic now} Anyway, not that any of that matters, but I’m Felicity. You probably already remembered that, since we have met a couple of times, but just in case you didn’t remember, that’s my name. {Here we go again. I thought to myself as I continued to ramble} Either way, Oliver told me about your dad, and I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. I lost my dad, too. I mean, he didn’t die… More like, left me as a kid, but my point is, I know the sting that can follow. Yours being much worse than mine ever was though, and for that, I am sorry. I just wanted to say that I’m here for you, Tommy… You know, if you need a friend, or anything, I’m here. I’ve been told I can be a good listener, too, so you can always vent or talk to me, if that’s what you want or need. {I rambled on as I eventually perched myself onto one of the bar stools. Possibly prematurely though, since there was a good chance Tommy would send me on my way now, since I was probably getting on his nerves with all of my incessant rambling}

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@ofnotavillainofmystory

I don't want you to leave, Tommy... {I quietly admitted as I smiled softly up at him. Realizing that might sound a little forward though, which could potentially make this an awkward situation, so I quickly clarified} I mean, unless you want to leave. I wouldn't force you to stay, but what I meant was, if you're asking about leaving because you think I"m upset with you, I'm not. As long as you want to stay, I want you here. {I added reassuringly as I watched Tommy lower the ice onto his injured hand then I smiled up at him once more when I heard his question about the bruise on his cheek} Oh yeah... The bruise definitely doesn't take away from your looks. {I admitted but possibly too soon. I mean, it was the truth. Tommy was so handsome it should be a crime, but at the same point, I knew he wasn't interested in me, so I couldn't say something that could ruin the start of our friendship... At least I think that's what this is the start of} So, should we try eating another try? I could heat up our meals in the microwave if you want since they're probably lukewarm or even cold at this point. {I offered. I couldn't help but to feel bad about all of this since I knew Oliver showed up the way he did tonight because he was bothered by Tommy and I hanging out. Thing was though, I didn't understand why it bothered him so much. It's not like Oliver had any interest in me, so I guess it was a control thing. Either way, I just hope it doesn't cause problems between Tommy and I. Time would tell on all of that, though}

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{Oliver was probably the most stubborn person that I knew. Ridiculous hot… especially when he was fighting crime and doing all of those pull ups on the bar, but still, annoyingly stubborn. Honestly his stubbornness and pride being the source and starting point of a lot of our fights… Today being a prime example of that, when I all but begged him to go and talk to Tommy, yet Oliver refused to. Yeah, yeah, I get that the two of them had a bit of a fight, but Tommy’s father just died, so given that Oliver was one of Tommy’s longest friends, now more than ever, Oliver should be there for Tommy. Nope. Not Oliver though. He told me to butt out, mind my own business, and then he went about his own Arrow, crime-fighting business} Butt out. Bossy, stubborn jerk. Nobody is going to tell me what to do. {I murmured out under my breath in indignance as I stormed out of the lair; making my way upstairs to the club, where I knew Tommy was probably working. Sure, I knew the club wasn’t technically open yet, but that didn’t matter, since Tommy was usually here early to work on inventory and stocking and stuff. As if that thought no sooner came to mind, the private elevator door opened up to the desired floor of the club; pressing the code into the keypad before the secret door opened into one of the storage closets. After a short walk then out of the storage closet and into the club, I found myself briskly walking toward the bar area in search of Tommy. Mind you, I didn’t really know him all that well, so I didn’t have the first clue what I’d say to him once I did approach, but that didn’t matter. He was mourning the loss of his father, so even if I just said, “I’m sorry for your loss,” that’s still better than Oliver annoyingly not saying anything to Tommy at all. I thought to myself matter of factly as I approached the back end of the bar, and then walked around to the front; greeting Tommy with a smile when I noticed him jotting some things down on the clipboard in his hands} Hey, Tommy… I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a couple of times through Oliver. The last time being here on the opening night of your club, which was great, by the way. A raging success, you could say. {I rambled nervously before realizing I wasn’t giving the right details currently, and I needed to remain on topic now} Anyway, not that any of that matters, but I’m Felicity. You probably already remembered that, since we have met a couple of times, but just in case you didn’t remember, that’s my name. {Here we go again. I thought to myself as I continued to ramble} Either way, Oliver told me about your dad, and I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. I lost my dad, too. I mean, he didn’t die… More like, left me as a kid, but my point is, I know the sting that can follow. Yours being much worse than mine ever was though, and for that, I am sorry. I just wanted to say that I’m here for you, Tommy… You know, if you need a friend, or anything, I’m here. I’ve been told I can be a good listener, too, so you can always vent or talk to me, if that’s what you want or need. {I rambled on as I eventually perched myself onto one of the bar stools. Possibly prematurely though, since there was a good chance Tommy would send me on my way now, since I was probably getting on his nerves with all of my incessant rambling}

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{My eyes were widened with a mixture of shock and disbelief that this had just happened... So much for a fun evening of Christmas movies, food, and tree decorating. I thought with a slight shake of my head as Tommy tossed out one last threat toward Oliver before he closed the front door in Oliver's face. By now, Tommy turned back to face me and said my name, but I guessed by the fact that he trailed off without saying anymore that even he didn't know what to say at this point in time} I'm sorry about that... {Wait, why was I apologizing now? Oliver was the one who came over here, mouthed off, and then started a fight. I shouldn't be apologizing. Still, I felt guilty now because I promised Tommy a relaxing and fun evening, and as a result, he got punched and has a swollen hand} Ice... {I awkwardly blurted out as I turned to make my way back into the kitchen; immediately stopped in front of the freezer before opening it in order to retrieve an ice pack for Tommy's hand. Once I had what I needed and gave it a good shake to break it up a bit, I walked back over to Tommy} Here... You might need this for your hand. {I quietly said before sheepishly adding} I didn't expect Oliver to react that way, but I appreciate you coming to my defense. I've never had a guy fight on my behalf before. {My hand instinctively lifted before my thumb gingerly traced over a bruised area on your cheek. It taking me all of seconds before realizing I had no right to touch Tommy, so I immediately dropped my hand} Umm... Seems he got your cheek too. I can... uh... get you another ice pack for your cheek if you want. {I awkwardly aired out. Hoping I didn't just make Tommy uncomfortable by the tender touch I just gave to his face. I had to remind myself that this wasn't a date. I was trying to be a means of support for Tommy during this difficult time in his life. The last thing I wanted to do was to ruin that by flirting with him... especially know that, in spite of how hurt and angry I was by Oliver's comments and reaction tonight, he was right about Tommy not being interested in girls who look like me. He went out with girls who looked like supermodels; not computer nerds with glasses and minimal to no make-up at all}

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{Oliver was probably the most stubborn person that I knew. Ridiculous hot… especially when he was fighting crime and doing all of those pull ups on the bar, but still, annoyingly stubborn. Honestly his stubbornness and pride being the source and starting point of a lot of our fights… Today being a prime example of that, when I all but begged him to go and talk to Tommy, yet Oliver refused to. Yeah, yeah, I get that the two of them had a bit of a fight, but Tommy’s father just died, so given that Oliver was one of Tommy’s longest friends, now more than ever, Oliver should be there for Tommy. Nope. Not Oliver though. He told me to butt out, mind my own business, and then he went about his own Arrow, crime-fighting business} Butt out. Bossy, stubborn jerk. Nobody is going to tell me what to do. {I murmured out under my breath in indignance as I stormed out of the lair; making my way upstairs to the club, where I knew Tommy was probably working. Sure, I knew the club wasn’t technically open yet, but that didn’t matter, since Tommy was usually here early to work on inventory and stocking and stuff. As if that thought no sooner came to mind, the private elevator door opened up to the desired floor of the club; pressing the code into the keypad before the secret door opened into one of the storage closets. After a short walk then out of the storage closet and into the club, I found myself briskly walking toward the bar area in search of Tommy. Mind you, I didn’t really know him all that well, so I didn’t have the first clue what I’d say to him once I did approach, but that didn’t matter. He was mourning the loss of his father, so even if I just said, “I’m sorry for your loss,” that’s still better than Oliver annoyingly not saying anything to Tommy at all. I thought to myself matter of factly as I approached the back end of the bar, and then walked around to the front; greeting Tommy with a smile when I noticed him jotting some things down on the clipboard in his hands} Hey, Tommy… I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a couple of times through Oliver. The last time being here on the opening night of your club, which was great, by the way. A raging success, you could say. {I rambled nervously before realizing I wasn’t giving the right details currently, and I needed to remain on topic now} Anyway, not that any of that matters, but I’m Felicity. You probably already remembered that, since we have met a couple of times, but just in case you didn’t remember, that’s my name. {Here we go again. I thought to myself as I continued to ramble} Either way, Oliver told me about your dad, and I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. I lost my dad, too. I mean, he didn’t die… More like, left me as a kid, but my point is, I know the sting that can follow. Yours being much worse than mine ever was though, and for that, I am sorry. I just wanted to say that I’m here for you, Tommy… You know, if you need a friend, or anything, I’m here. I’ve been told I can be a good listener, too, so you can always vent or talk to me, if that’s what you want or need. {I rambled on as I eventually perched myself onto one of the bar stools. Possibly prematurely though, since there was a good chance Tommy would send me on my way now, since I was probably getting on his nerves with all of my incessant rambling}

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{Judging by Tommy's words to me right before he stood in front of me, I knew a Green Arrow fight scene was about to break out right here in my apartment. Fantastic. I thought to myself with a slight sigh. So much for a quiet even getting to know Tommy a bit better while we decorated my apartment. The thought no sooner coming to mind when Tommy's words to Oliver seemed to hit a nerve; prompting Oliver to throw the first punch. Instinctively moving out of the way of the fight when I saw Tommy stumble back briefly before he regained his footing enough to throw a hard punch to Oliver's jaw. Judging by the impact of fist to face, I knew there was a good chance that Tommy broke his hand, so I made a note to get an ice pack once the shenanigans ends} Get out, Oliver. Don't do this. Just leave. {I pleaded with him. At the moment I had already lost all respect in Oliver for this, so unless he wanted me to completely hate him and never speak to him again, then he better read the look on my face and leave}

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{Oliver was probably the most stubborn person that I knew. Ridiculous hot… especially when he was fighting crime and doing all of those pull ups on the bar, but still, annoyingly stubborn. Honestly his stubbornness and pride being the source and starting point of a lot of our fights… Today being a prime example of that, when I all but begged him to go and talk to Tommy, yet Oliver refused to. Yeah, yeah, I get that the two of them had a bit of a fight, but Tommy’s father just died, so given that Oliver was one of Tommy’s longest friends, now more than ever, Oliver should be there for Tommy. Nope. Not Oliver though. He told me to butt out, mind my own business, and then he went about his own Arrow, crime-fighting business} Butt out. Bossy, stubborn jerk. Nobody is going to tell me what to do. {I murmured out under my breath in indignance as I stormed out of the lair; making my way upstairs to the club, where I knew Tommy was probably working. Sure, I knew the club wasn’t technically open yet, but that didn’t matter, since Tommy was usually here early to work on inventory and stocking and stuff. As if that thought no sooner came to mind, the private elevator door opened up to the desired floor of the club; pressing the code into the keypad before the secret door opened into one of the storage closets. After a short walk then out of the storage closet and into the club, I found myself briskly walking toward the bar area in search of Tommy. Mind you, I didn’t really know him all that well, so I didn’t have the first clue what I’d say to him once I did approach, but that didn’t matter. He was mourning the loss of his father, so even if I just said, “I’m sorry for your loss,” that’s still better than Oliver annoyingly not saying anything to Tommy at all. I thought to myself matter of factly as I approached the back end of the bar, and then walked around to the front; greeting Tommy with a smile when I noticed him jotting some things down on the clipboard in his hands} Hey, Tommy… I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a couple of times through Oliver. The last time being here on the opening night of your club, which was great, by the way. A raging success, you could say. {I rambled nervously before realizing I wasn’t giving the right details currently, and I needed to remain on topic now} Anyway, not that any of that matters, but I’m Felicity. You probably already remembered that, since we have met a couple of times, but just in case you didn’t remember, that’s my name. {Here we go again. I thought to myself as I continued to ramble} Either way, Oliver told me about your dad, and I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. I lost my dad, too. I mean, he didn’t die… More like, left me as a kid, but my point is, I know the sting that can follow. Yours being much worse than mine ever was though, and for that, I am sorry. I just wanted to say that I’m here for you, Tommy… You know, if you need a friend, or anything, I’m here. I’ve been told I can be a good listener, too, so you can always vent or talk to me, if that’s what you want or need. {I rambled on as I eventually perched myself onto one of the bar stools. Possibly prematurely though, since there was a good chance Tommy would send me on my way now, since I was probably getting on his nerves with all of my incessant rambling}

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@ofnotavillainofmystory

{I was growing angrier and more hurt by Oliver by the second. I was initially angry over the fact that he took advantage of my loyalty. Like I was some kind of deranged labador retriever or something. The girl who would bend over backwards and toss away any semblance of a real life in order to support Oliver in all of his endeavors. Stupidly, I thought he appreciated my loyalty and support over the years, but in these most recent circumstances, my eyes were opened to realize that Oliver didn't. He wanted me there at his beck and call, and only seemed to react when I made plans that didn't coincide with some job he needed me to do for "Team Arrow." All of that made me understandably and justifiably angry, but in hearing him practically beat down my front door now and say the things he had about me, I was pushing the line from angry to hurt... Good to know how Oliver saw me. That I was apparently too much of a frumpy looking computer nerd for someone like Tommy to ever see me as attractive. For Tommy's part, I did appreciate his compliment, but truthfully, Oliver had managed to get into my head and mess with my insecurities, so at this point, I didn't know if Tommy meant it or if he was just saying it to further get under Oliver's skin} Oliver, get out! Get out of my apartment now, or I'll call security and have you physically removed. {Sure, I knew how stupid that threat sounded. I mean, Oliver's the Green Arrow, so logically speaking, security would have no fight against Oliver, but then again, I made my comment banking on the fact that he wouldn't give away his secret identity by fighting back against them} "Felicity, you need to listen to me. He's using you to get to me. Look, I'm not saying you aren't attractive. I'm just trying to make you see reason that you aren't his type. You'd know that if you paid attention to the kind of girls that he dates. He's angry with me and you're just a pawn in his game. You can be angry with me if you want for this blunt portrayal of truth, but you've gotta face facts here." {By now the anger and hurt had brimmed to the point of tears pooling in my eyes. Silently lifting my hand as I pointed to the door} Okay, Oliver, I heard you loud and clear. You made your point. Why would anyone so handsome ever like some frumpy dork like me? I get it. Clearly the only reason someone that attractive would like me is to make you mad. Chess game, pawns, and all of that. Sure. Fine. I heard you. Now get out, Oliver. {Oliver didn't budge. Stubborn ass. Maybe I should get my taser. I briefly considered as he got in Tommy's face} "Don't do that. I know you. I know this is a game. Leave Felicity out of our dispute." {Oliver said to Tommy} "Get out, Tommy or I'll remove you myself." {Oliver threatened and I had a sinking feeling things were about to go from bad to worse. Problem was, I didn't know what to do here and now. All I knew was that after Oliver's toddler style temper-tantrum, I had a feeling Tommy would never speak to me again. Really though, why would he want to? Who'd want to hang out with someone like me when there was a chance my idiot "boss" would pull a childish stunt like this}

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{Oliver was probably the most stubborn person that I knew. Ridiculous hot… especially when he was fighting crime and doing all of those pull ups on the bar, but still, annoyingly stubborn. Honestly his stubbornness and pride being the source and starting point of a lot of our fights… Today being a prime example of that, when I all but begged him to go and talk to Tommy, yet Oliver refused to. Yeah, yeah, I get that the two of them had a bit of a fight, but Tommy’s father just died, so given that Oliver was one of Tommy’s longest friends, now more than ever, Oliver should be there for Tommy. Nope. Not Oliver though. He told me to butt out, mind my own business, and then he went about his own Arrow, crime-fighting business} Butt out. Bossy, stubborn jerk. Nobody is going to tell me what to do. {I murmured out under my breath in indignance as I stormed out of the lair; making my way upstairs to the club, where I knew Tommy was probably working. Sure, I knew the club wasn’t technically open yet, but that didn’t matter, since Tommy was usually here early to work on inventory and stocking and stuff. As if that thought no sooner came to mind, the private elevator door opened up to the desired floor of the club; pressing the code into the keypad before the secret door opened into one of the storage closets. After a short walk then out of the storage closet and into the club, I found myself briskly walking toward the bar area in search of Tommy. Mind you, I didn’t really know him all that well, so I didn’t have the first clue what I’d say to him once I did approach, but that didn’t matter. He was mourning the loss of his father, so even if I just said, “I’m sorry for your loss,” that’s still better than Oliver annoyingly not saying anything to Tommy at all. I thought to myself matter of factly as I approached the back end of the bar, and then walked around to the front; greeting Tommy with a smile when I noticed him jotting some things down on the clipboard in his hands} Hey, Tommy… I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a couple of times through Oliver. The last time being here on the opening night of your club, which was great, by the way. A raging success, you could say. {I rambled nervously before realizing I wasn’t giving the right details currently, and I needed to remain on topic now} Anyway, not that any of that matters, but I’m Felicity. You probably already remembered that, since we have met a couple of times, but just in case you didn’t remember, that’s my name. {Here we go again. I thought to myself as I continued to ramble} Either way, Oliver told me about your dad, and I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. I lost my dad, too. I mean, he didn’t die… More like, left me as a kid, but my point is, I know the sting that can follow. Yours being much worse than mine ever was though, and for that, I am sorry. I just wanted to say that I’m here for you, Tommy… You know, if you need a friend, or anything, I’m here. I’ve been told I can be a good listener, too, so you can always vent or talk to me, if that’s what you want or need. {I rambled on as I eventually perched myself onto one of the bar stools. Possibly prematurely though, since there was a good chance Tommy would send me on my way now, since I was probably getting on his nerves with all of my incessant rambling}

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Pfft... {I said with a skeptical laugh hearing Tommy share that he thought Oliver had feelings for me. Knowing that would never be the case. Oliver saw me as an employee and a friend on occasion, but he never looked at me in a romantic sense. No, this here and now was a control thing, on Oliver's part. Oliver wasn't getting his own way now, so he was acting out as a result} Oliver doesn't have feelings for me. He just wants to prove he's in control. He wants to prove that he snaps his fingers and because he's Oliver Queen, I'll jump into line. I'm tired of being pushed around by Oliver. {I admitted with a frustrated huff as I heard the incessant pounding on the front door and Oliver's voice airing out my name} Not literally pushed around, of course, but you know, in a boss and employee sense. {Not sure if that clarified my comment or not, but I was growing more frustrated by the second as I went to the door to answer it. Annoyance written all over my face as I unlocked the door and opened it} Go away, Oliver. Tonight is my night off and I have plans... {Stating the obvious as Oliver pushed past me and entered my apartment without an invitation} "What the hell do you think you're doing, Tommy? We both know why you're here tonight... This is about you trying to get under my skin by pulling a Tommy with Felicity. You're angry with me, so you're using Felicity to try and retaliate!" {Oliver said in a loud accusation of Tommy. Truthfully, I had a feeling Oliver might not be totally off in his accusations because let's be honest, I'm not the kind of girl either one of them would go for, so yes, Tommy was probably using me to get under Oliver's skin. Even in knowing that though, I was offended by Oliver's comment; prompting me to chime in an angry, offended response} What is that supposed to mean, Oliver? I'm so hideous that someone like Tommy would only want to hang out with me to seek payback from you? Wow, good to know what you think of me, Oliver. Thanks... Thanks so much for that. {I muttered out angrily as Oliver turned to look at me} "No, Felicity, that's not what I'm saying... You're great, but we all know you aren't Tommy's type. He dates women who are..." {Oliver paused. Probably trying to find a way to insult me without insulting me. Ultimately opting not to finish his statement and instead he just said} "You just aren't the type of woman Tommy is attracted to so if he's here now, it's because he knows he can use you to get me back." {I felt my cheeks warming in a mixture of hurt, offense, and anger as I returned to the front door and opened it back up; pointing to the door before angrily uttering} Get out, Oliver. Get out of my apartment, and while you're at it, you can get out of my life, too. {Did I necessarily mean that last part? Eh, doubtful since I was part of Team Arrow, but I was mad and hurt, so at the moment, all I wanted to do was shoot Oliver with one of his own arrows}

@ofnotavillainofmystory

{Oliver was probably the most stubborn person that I knew. Ridiculous hot… especially when he was fighting crime and doing all of those pull ups on the bar, but still, annoyingly stubborn. Honestly his stubbornness and pride being the source and starting point of a lot of our fights… Today being a prime example of that, when I all but begged him to go and talk to Tommy, yet Oliver refused to. Yeah, yeah, I get that the two of them had a bit of a fight, but Tommy’s father just died, so given that Oliver was one of Tommy’s longest friends, now more than ever, Oliver should be there for Tommy. Nope. Not Oliver though. He told me to butt out, mind my own business, and then he went about his own Arrow, crime-fighting business} Butt out. Bossy, stubborn jerk. Nobody is going to tell me what to do. {I murmured out under my breath in indignance as I stormed out of the lair; making my way upstairs to the club, where I knew Tommy was probably working. Sure, I knew the club wasn’t technically open yet, but that didn’t matter, since Tommy was usually here early to work on inventory and stocking and stuff. As if that thought no sooner came to mind, the private elevator door opened up to the desired floor of the club; pressing the code into the keypad before the secret door opened into one of the storage closets. After a short walk then out of the storage closet and into the club, I found myself briskly walking toward the bar area in search of Tommy. Mind you, I didn’t really know him all that well, so I didn’t have the first clue what I’d say to him once I did approach, but that didn’t matter. He was mourning the loss of his father, so even if I just said, “I’m sorry for your loss,” that’s still better than Oliver annoyingly not saying anything to Tommy at all. I thought to myself matter of factly as I approached the back end of the bar, and then walked around to the front; greeting Tommy with a smile when I noticed him jotting some things down on the clipboard in his hands} Hey, Tommy… I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a couple of times through Oliver. The last time being here on the opening night of your club, which was great, by the way. A raging success, you could say. {I rambled nervously before realizing I wasn’t giving the right details currently, and I needed to remain on topic now} Anyway, not that any of that matters, but I’m Felicity. You probably already remembered that, since we have met a couple of times, but just in case you didn’t remember, that’s my name. {Here we go again. I thought to myself as I continued to ramble} Either way, Oliver told me about your dad, and I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. I lost my dad, too. I mean, he didn’t die… More like, left me as a kid, but my point is, I know the sting that can follow. Yours being much worse than mine ever was though, and for that, I am sorry. I just wanted to say that I’m here for you, Tommy… You know, if you need a friend, or anything, I’m here. I’ve been told I can be a good listener, too, so you can always vent or talk to me, if that’s what you want or need. {I rambled on as I eventually perched myself onto one of the bar stools. Possibly prematurely though, since there was a good chance Tommy would send me on my way now, since I was probably getting on his nerves with all of my incessant rambling}

[braintohisbrawn]

@ofnotavillainofmystory

No. {Shaking my head no adamantly in response to Tommy's question about me and Oliver} No way. I work for Oliver and that's it. I'd say we're friends, too, but honestly, I don't even know if that would be a fitting description for us since it seems like all I do is whatever he needs me to do. {I muttered out. Starting to ramble since questions like this made me nervous} Besides, I'm not at all Oliver's type. He dates girls who look like supermodels... Not computer nerds who look like me. {I said through a nonchalant shrug before quickly adding in clarification} It all works out for the best though because I'm not interested in Oliver either. He's too moody and broody for my taste. {I continued to ramble on as I saw my silenced phone illuminating on my kitchen counter as Oliver continued to persistently call me. Wow, this guy really can't take the hint. Is he really that bothered over the fact that I'm spending the evening with Tommy? I mean, of course it's not a jealousy thing though, because Oliver made it crystal clear that it's not like that between us, so I guess it's more of the fact that Oliver just doesn't trust Tommy. Weird since they've been friends for so long} Anyway, I'm sure all of these phone calls are work related. I'm convinced Oliver would destroy an entire computer system if I wasn't there to keep him away from the equipment. {I said as I took a sip of my beverage. No sooner parting my lips to continue rambling though when I heard a hard knock on my front door. At that my eyes widened slightly. Not needing to even open the door to know Oliver would be standing on the opposite side of it} You have got to be kidding me... He didn't. {I muttered under my breath as I flashed Tommy an apologetic look} Five bucks says that's Oliver on the other side of the door... {I said aloud as I just stood there frozen for the moment. I half considered not even answering the door. Figuring I'd turn the Christmas music up loudly to drown out the knocking. Then again, knowing how persistent and stubborn Oliver could be, I had a sinking suspicion if I didn't answer the door, he'd just kick it down himself} I'd ignore it and then turn up the music to drown out the knocking, but knowing Oliver, he'd kick my door down or something, and I'd really like to avoid giving my landlord a reason to kick me out of here, since I love my apartment. {I explained as I lowered my glass to the counter, and then started the walk toward my front door to answer it}

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{Oliver was probably the most stubborn person that I knew. Ridiculous hot… especially when he was fighting crime and doing all of those pull ups on the bar, but still, annoyingly stubborn. Honestly his stubbornness and pride being the source and starting point of a lot of our fights… Today being a prime example of that, when I all but begged him to go and talk to Tommy, yet Oliver refused to. Yeah, yeah, I get that the two of them had a bit of a fight, but Tommy’s father just died, so given that Oliver was one of Tommy’s longest friends, now more than ever, Oliver should be there for Tommy. Nope. Not Oliver though. He told me to butt out, mind my own business, and then he went about his own Arrow, crime-fighting business} Butt out. Bossy, stubborn jerk. Nobody is going to tell me what to do. {I murmured out under my breath in indignance as I stormed out of the lair; making my way upstairs to the club, where I knew Tommy was probably working. Sure, I knew the club wasn’t technically open yet, but that didn’t matter, since Tommy was usually here early to work on inventory and stocking and stuff. As if that thought no sooner came to mind, the private elevator door opened up to the desired floor of the club; pressing the code into the keypad before the secret door opened into one of the storage closets. After a short walk then out of the storage closet and into the club, I found myself briskly walking toward the bar area in search of Tommy. Mind you, I didn’t really know him all that well, so I didn’t have the first clue what I’d say to him once I did approach, but that didn’t matter. He was mourning the loss of his father, so even if I just said, “I’m sorry for your loss,” that’s still better than Oliver annoyingly not saying anything to Tommy at all. I thought to myself matter of factly as I approached the back end of the bar, and then walked around to the front; greeting Tommy with a smile when I noticed him jotting some things down on the clipboard in his hands} Hey, Tommy… I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a couple of times through Oliver. The last time being here on the opening night of your club, which was great, by the way. A raging success, you could say. {I rambled nervously before realizing I wasn’t giving the right details currently, and I needed to remain on topic now} Anyway, not that any of that matters, but I’m Felicity. You probably already remembered that, since we have met a couple of times, but just in case you didn’t remember, that’s my name. {Here we go again. I thought to myself as I continued to ramble} Either way, Oliver told me about your dad, and I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. I lost my dad, too. I mean, he didn’t die… More like, left me as a kid, but my point is, I know the sting that can follow. Yours being much worse than mine ever was though, and for that, I am sorry. I just wanted to say that I’m here for you, Tommy… You know, if you need a friend, or anything, I’m here. I’ve been told I can be a good listener, too, so you can always vent or talk to me, if that’s what you want or need. {I rambled on as I eventually perched myself onto one of the bar stools. Possibly prematurely though, since there was a good chance Tommy would send me on my way now, since I was probably getting on his nerves with all of my incessant rambling}

[braintohisbrawn]

@ofnotavillainofmystory

{Amusement creased my lips as I heard Tommy's teasing comment about me using him to do the heavy lifting. My shoulders rolling into a playful shrug while an amused smile creased my lips in response} Well, what can I say, that angel isn't going to hang itself on the top of the tree, and we both know I'm not tall enough to do it myself. That said, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. {I said in teasing retort. Appreciating the lightheartedness of this conversation now. By now the food was out on the counter and we both started making up our plates. I paused briefly though when I heard my phone chime and I saw a text from Oliver. Of course Tommy immediately figured out who it was from, which prompted his jilted side toward his former best friend. Honestly, I couldn't blame Tommy for feeling that way. I knew Oliver had his reasons for avoiding Tommy now, but I didn't agree with them. Tommy just lost his father. Regardless of the fact that Mr. Merlyn was a criminal and the enemy archer that Oliver stopped, he was still Tommy's dad. My point being, Tommy needed support now. Oliver was stubborn and refused to face Tommy though, so I'd step up and try to make up for Oliver being an idiot} Yeah, it's Oliver. He's not thrilled over the fact that we're hanging out together tonight. {I confessed. Although as soon as the words left my lips, I had to wonder if I should have kept my mouth shut about that. I didn't need to give Tommy another reason to hate Oliver. When all was said and done, I was convinced they'd both eventually pull their heads out of their own asses, see their own faults, and find a way to be friends again. This wouldn't help with that goal though so I should have just said nothing at all. Texting Oliver back to leave me alone and mind his own business before I silenced my phone and set it on one of the shelves of my book case} We won't hear from him anymore tonight though since I silenced my phone. For now, let's eat because this all looks great. {I said with a grin before adding} Not to mention, I'm starving. {The grin lingering on my lips as I put a little of everything on my plate}

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{Oliver was probably the most stubborn person that I knew. Ridiculous hot… especially when he was fighting crime and doing all of those pull ups on the bar, but still, annoyingly stubborn. Honestly his stubbornness and pride being the source and starting point of a lot of our fights… Today being a prime example of that, when I all but begged him to go and talk to Tommy, yet Oliver refused to. Yeah, yeah, I get that the two of them had a bit of a fight, but Tommy’s father just died, so given that Oliver was one of Tommy’s longest friends, now more than ever, Oliver should be there for Tommy. Nope. Not Oliver though. He told me to butt out, mind my own business, and then he went about his own Arrow, crime-fighting business} Butt out. Bossy, stubborn jerk. Nobody is going to tell me what to do. {I murmured out under my breath in indignance as I stormed out of the lair; making my way upstairs to the club, where I knew Tommy was probably working. Sure, I knew the club wasn’t technically open yet, but that didn’t matter, since Tommy was usually here early to work on inventory and stocking and stuff. As if that thought no sooner came to mind, the private elevator door opened up to the desired floor of the club; pressing the code into the keypad before the secret door opened into one of the storage closets. After a short walk then out of the storage closet and into the club, I found myself briskly walking toward the bar area in search of Tommy. Mind you, I didn’t really know him all that well, so I didn’t have the first clue what I’d say to him once I did approach, but that didn’t matter. He was mourning the loss of his father, so even if I just said, “I’m sorry for your loss,” that’s still better than Oliver annoyingly not saying anything to Tommy at all. I thought to myself matter of factly as I approached the back end of the bar, and then walked around to the front; greeting Tommy with a smile when I noticed him jotting some things down on the clipboard in his hands} Hey, Tommy… I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a couple of times through Oliver. The last time being here on the opening night of your club, which was great, by the way. A raging success, you could say. {I rambled nervously before realizing I wasn’t giving the right details currently, and I needed to remain on topic now} Anyway, not that any of that matters, but I’m Felicity. You probably already remembered that, since we have met a couple of times, but just in case you didn’t remember, that’s my name. {Here we go again. I thought to myself as I continued to ramble} Either way, Oliver told me about your dad, and I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. I lost my dad, too. I mean, he didn’t die… More like, left me as a kid, but my point is, I know the sting that can follow. Yours being much worse than mine ever was though, and for that, I am sorry. I just wanted to say that I’m here for you, Tommy… You know, if you need a friend, or anything, I’m here. I’ve been told I can be a good listener, too, so you can always vent or talk to me, if that’s what you want or need. {I rambled on as I eventually perched myself onto one of the bar stools. Possibly prematurely though, since there was a good chance Tommy would send me on my way now, since I was probably getting on his nerves with all of my incessant rambling}

[braintohisbrawn]

@ofnotavillainofmystory

{Amusement creased my lips when I heard Tommy's retort about me giving him the right address} Well, I figured since it was my idea, it wouldn't have made much sense for me to give you the wrong address. Besides, this tree isn't going to decorate itself, so I could use the help. {A soft laugh leaving my lips as I stepped out of the doorway so Tommy could head inside before I closed the front door behind us. Making my way further into the apartment before offering him something to drink. I nodded and gave a chuckle hearing his comment about the beer} True. Wouldn't want you knocking over the Christmas tree if you get tipsy. {I joked in response as I grabbed him a soda from the fridge and then set it down onto the counter beside the bags of food. By now I grabbed a couple of plates from the cupboard as well as some silverware for us to eat with. After setting some napkins down beside the plates, I retrieved a bottle of water for myself from the fridge} How are you feeling anyway? Need some aspirin to help with the hangover headache? {I asked with a teasing smile as I grabbed the bottle of Aspirin and set it down on the counter in case Tommy ended up needing it} The food smells great, by the way. {I said as I briefly made my way into the living and turned on some music to play quietly through the apartment as a means of making it more festive while we had dinner and decorated the Christmas tree together. As the music played through the apartment, I could hear my cell phone chime with one text, and then another, and ultimately another. My eyes shifting into a roll as I saw the messages were from Oliver, but I decided to ignore them; setting my phone down onto end table beside the sofa before returning to the kitchen in preparation to make a plate of food}

@ofnotavillainofmystory

{Oliver was probably the most stubborn person that I knew. Ridiculous hot… especially when he was fighting crime and doing all of those pull ups on the bar, but still, annoyingly stubborn. Honestly his stubbornness and pride being the source and starting point of a lot of our fights… Today being a prime example of that, when I all but begged him to go and talk to Tommy, yet Oliver refused to. Yeah, yeah, I get that the two of them had a bit of a fight, but Tommy’s father just died, so given that Oliver was one of Tommy’s longest friends, now more than ever, Oliver should be there for Tommy. Nope. Not Oliver though. He told me to butt out, mind my own business, and then he went about his own Arrow, crime-fighting business} Butt out. Bossy, stubborn jerk. Nobody is going to tell me what to do. {I murmured out under my breath in indignance as I stormed out of the lair; making my way upstairs to the club, where I knew Tommy was probably working. Sure, I knew the club wasn’t technically open yet, but that didn’t matter, since Tommy was usually here early to work on inventory and stocking and stuff. As if that thought no sooner came to mind, the private elevator door opened up to the desired floor of the club; pressing the code into the keypad before the secret door opened into one of the storage closets. After a short walk then out of the storage closet and into the club, I found myself briskly walking toward the bar area in search of Tommy. Mind you, I didn’t really know him all that well, so I didn’t have the first clue what I’d say to him once I did approach, but that didn’t matter. He was mourning the loss of his father, so even if I just said, “I’m sorry for your loss,” that’s still better than Oliver annoyingly not saying anything to Tommy at all. I thought to myself matter of factly as I approached the back end of the bar, and then walked around to the front; greeting Tommy with a smile when I noticed him jotting some things down on the clipboard in his hands} Hey, Tommy… I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a couple of times through Oliver. The last time being here on the opening night of your club, which was great, by the way. A raging success, you could say. {I rambled nervously before realizing I wasn’t giving the right details currently, and I needed to remain on topic now} Anyway, not that any of that matters, but I’m Felicity. You probably already remembered that, since we have met a couple of times, but just in case you didn’t remember, that’s my name. {Here we go again. I thought to myself as I continued to ramble} Either way, Oliver told me about your dad, and I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. I lost my dad, too. I mean, he didn’t die… More like, left me as a kid, but my point is, I know the sting that can follow. Yours being much worse than mine ever was though, and for that, I am sorry. I just wanted to say that I’m here for you, Tommy… You know, if you need a friend, or anything, I’m here. I’ve been told I can be a good listener, too, so you can always vent or talk to me, if that’s what you want or need. {I rambled on as I eventually perched myself onto one of the bar stools. Possibly prematurely though, since there was a good chance Tommy would send me on my way now, since I was probably getting on his nerves with all of my incessant rambling}

[braintohisbrawn]

@ofnotavillainofmystory

Oliver's a jerk. {I muttered out in frustration as I got out the boxes of Christmas decorations in preparation for us to decorate the tree once Tommy arrived} Stupid know it all. Jealous because I'm spending time with people other than him. Idiot. {I continued muttering out under my breath as I put the last box of decorations down with the others before making my way into the kitchen to get the plates and such out for when Tommy arrives with the food. Assuming, of course, that he actually does show up. No, I couldn't let Oliver get into my head. Tommy would show up. He made plans with me, so he wouldn't stand me up now? Would he? I wondered to myself as I, once again, let Oliver's comments get into my head. "Tommy isn't interested in you, Felicity. He doesn't like you like that anymore than he likes my mother. He's only hanging out with you now to get under my skin." Of course Tommy wouldn't be interested in me. Like Oliver said, I'm not his type at all. Tommy likes women who look like supermodels, and I'm nothing but a computer nerd with hacking skills. Still, what was so wrong with me thinking there was a chance? Why was I wrong to see the best in Tommy, or to believe Tommy might actually be interested in spending time with someone like me? I wondered to myself as I heard a knock on my front door. Exhaling lightly as I made my way to the door and then opened it} Hey, Tommy. {I greeted him with a smile before stepping aside so he could enter my apartment} Come on in. {Waiting for Tommy to step inside before closing and locking the front door behind us} The food smells great. Did you want to eat now while it's hot, or did you want to wait until after we decorate? {I asked before adding} I'll leave the choice up to you because I'm good either way. {Shut up, Felicity. You're chattering on like a monkey again. I silently scolded myself before continuing toward the kitchen area of my apartment} Do you want something to drink? I have water, soda, wine, beer... {I listed off with a smile; trying to take a subtle breath as a means of calming my nerves}

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{Oliver was probably the most stubborn person that I knew. Ridiculous hot… especially when he was fighting crime and doing all of those pull ups on the bar, but still, annoyingly stubborn. Honestly his stubbornness and pride being the source and starting point of a lot of our fights… Today being a prime example of that, when I all but begged him to go and talk to Tommy, yet Oliver refused to. Yeah, yeah, I get that the two of them had a bit of a fight, but Tommy’s father just died, so given that Oliver was one of Tommy’s longest friends, now more than ever, Oliver should be there for Tommy. Nope. Not Oliver though. He told me to butt out, mind my own business, and then he went about his own Arrow, crime-fighting business} Butt out. Bossy, stubborn jerk. Nobody is going to tell me what to do. {I murmured out under my breath in indignance as I stormed out of the lair; making my way upstairs to the club, where I knew Tommy was probably working. Sure, I knew the club wasn’t technically open yet, but that didn’t matter, since Tommy was usually here early to work on inventory and stocking and stuff. As if that thought no sooner came to mind, the private elevator door opened up to the desired floor of the club; pressing the code into the keypad before the secret door opened into one of the storage closets. After a short walk then out of the storage closet and into the club, I found myself briskly walking toward the bar area in search of Tommy. Mind you, I didn’t really know him all that well, so I didn’t have the first clue what I’d say to him once I did approach, but that didn’t matter. He was mourning the loss of his father, so even if I just said, “I’m sorry for your loss,” that’s still better than Oliver annoyingly not saying anything to Tommy at all. I thought to myself matter of factly as I approached the back end of the bar, and then walked around to the front; greeting Tommy with a smile when I noticed him jotting some things down on the clipboard in his hands} Hey, Tommy… I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a couple of times through Oliver. The last time being here on the opening night of your club, which was great, by the way. A raging success, you could say. {I rambled nervously before realizing I wasn’t giving the right details currently, and I needed to remain on topic now} Anyway, not that any of that matters, but I’m Felicity. You probably already remembered that, since we have met a couple of times, but just in case you didn’t remember, that’s my name. {Here we go again. I thought to myself as I continued to ramble} Either way, Oliver told me about your dad, and I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. I lost my dad, too. I mean, he didn’t die… More like, left me as a kid, but my point is, I know the sting that can follow. Yours being much worse than mine ever was though, and for that, I am sorry. I just wanted to say that I’m here for you, Tommy… You know, if you need a friend, or anything, I’m here. I’ve been told I can be a good listener, too, so you can always vent or talk to me, if that’s what you want or need. {I rambled on as I eventually perched myself onto one of the bar stools. Possibly prematurely though, since there was a good chance Tommy would send me on my way now, since I was probably getting on his nerves with all of my incessant rambling}

[braintohisbrawn]

@ofnotavillainofmystory

{Was Oliver right? Was Tommy only pretending to be nice to me in order to get under Oliver's skin?} No. Absolutely not. No way! {I said under my breath as I drove the familiar streets of Starling City back to my apartment complex. I refused to ever admit the possibility that Oliver Queen would be right about something} Not happening. {I mumbled to myself as I pulled into my parking spot, cut the engine, and then after grabbing my keys and purse, I made my way inside my apartment building; taking the staircase to my desired floor before unlocking the door and heading inside my apartment. It was all stupid. Why did I let Oliver get under my skin? Why did I let him ruin this for me? I mean, it's not like there was anything even going on between Tommy and I. I was only trying to be a friend for him. Someone to offer him a shoulder of support, so to speak, given that he was dealing with the loss of his father currently. Oliver might be too much of a jerk to be there for his best friend, but I would step up and offer my friendship. All that to say, I was trying to be a good friend, so even if this was all just a game to Tommy, it didn't matter. It's not like I was actually looking to date him... I was just trying to be a friend. I continued to reiterate to myself as I made my way to my bedroom and then into my adjoining bedroom so I could take a shower and then change before Tommy comes over to my place tonight for some dinner and decorating} We're just friends... {I said to myself as I gathered up what I needed in preparation to get ready} In no world would I ever admit that Oliver Queen is right. Nope. Not happening. {I continued talking to myself as I turned my shower on, so I could do what I needed to prior to Tommy's arrival}

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{Oliver was probably the most stubborn person that I knew. Ridiculous hot… especially when he was fighting crime and doing all of those pull ups on the bar, but still, annoyingly stubborn. Honestly his stubbornness and pride being the source and starting point of a lot of our fights… Today being a prime example of that, when I all but begged him to go and talk to Tommy, yet Oliver refused to. Yeah, yeah, I get that the two of them had a bit of a fight, but Tommy’s father just died, so given that Oliver was one of Tommy’s longest friends, now more than ever, Oliver should be there for Tommy. Nope. Not Oliver though. He told me to butt out, mind my own business, and then he went about his own Arrow, crime-fighting business} Butt out. Bossy, stubborn jerk. Nobody is going to tell me what to do. {I murmured out under my breath in indignance as I stormed out of the lair; making my way upstairs to the club, where I knew Tommy was probably working. Sure, I knew the club wasn’t technically open yet, but that didn’t matter, since Tommy was usually here early to work on inventory and stocking and stuff. As if that thought no sooner came to mind, the private elevator door opened up to the desired floor of the club; pressing the code into the keypad before the secret door opened into one of the storage closets. After a short walk then out of the storage closet and into the club, I found myself briskly walking toward the bar area in search of Tommy. Mind you, I didn’t really know him all that well, so I didn’t have the first clue what I’d say to him once I did approach, but that didn’t matter. He was mourning the loss of his father, so even if I just said, “I’m sorry for your loss,” that’s still better than Oliver annoyingly not saying anything to Tommy at all. I thought to myself matter of factly as I approached the back end of the bar, and then walked around to the front; greeting Tommy with a smile when I noticed him jotting some things down on the clipboard in his hands} Hey, Tommy… I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a couple of times through Oliver. The last time being here on the opening night of your club, which was great, by the way. A raging success, you could say. {I rambled nervously before realizing I wasn’t giving the right details currently, and I needed to remain on topic now} Anyway, not that any of that matters, but I’m Felicity. You probably already remembered that, since we have met a couple of times, but just in case you didn’t remember, that’s my name. {Here we go again. I thought to myself as I continued to ramble} Either way, Oliver told me about your dad, and I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. I lost my dad, too. I mean, he didn’t die… More like, left me as a kid, but my point is, I know the sting that can follow. Yours being much worse than mine ever was though, and for that, I am sorry. I just wanted to say that I’m here for you, Tommy… You know, if you need a friend, or anything, I’m here. I’ve been told I can be a good listener, too, so you can always vent or talk to me, if that’s what you want or need. {I rambled on as I eventually perched myself onto one of the bar stools. Possibly prematurely though, since there was a good chance Tommy would send me on my way now, since I was probably getting on his nerves with all of my incessant rambling}

[braintohisbrawn]

@ofnotavillainofmystory

"No!" {I heard Oliver say matter of factly as I returned to the lair. My brows furrowed in confusion when I realized he wasn't talking to Diggle, which would make the most sense since he was the only other person here with him, and I literally just got here, but rather that he was talking to me} Excuse me? No, what? {I asked in confusion as I made my way to the computer in order to see if those files I had been waiting to load had finally done so} "Tommy is out of the question. He's my best friend, Felicity, and given how complicated and strained things are with us now, it's just not a good idea." {Was he serious right now? Did he honestly think he could tell me who I could and couldn't spend time with?} With all due respect, Oliver, who I talk to and/or hang out with isn't your business. As far as Tommy goes, he's going through a rough time right now. You know, with the loss of his father, which you know something about obviously. Anyway, since you won't be the supportive friend he needs right now, I will be. {I said in a no room to convince me otherwise type of response} "That's not what this is, Felicity. Use your brain... He's mad at me and he knows we're friends, so he's using you to try and get under my skin. I mean, why else would he be hanging out with you?" {Oliver asked which prompted a groan from Diggle and anger started bubbling up within me} What?! Did you seriously just say that, Oliver? {I asked in a mixture of anger and hurt. Knowing Oliver had just insulted me now} So what you're saying is, I'm not attractive enough to be someone that Tommy would want to hang out with? Gee, thanks, Oliver. So glad I always support you... No matter what, and you seemingly think so little of me. {My lips pursed as I nod} Good to know how you feel. {At that I grabbed my stuff and without another word, I started toward the elevator to exit the lair. As I used my palm print to work the elevator, I heard Diggle call Oliver an idiot, while Oliver calmly said my name in an effort to convince me not to leave} Leave me alone, Oliver. Oh, and don't call me or follow me because I don't want to see you right now. In fact, if I do, I'll probably kick your ass. Sure, I'd break my hand doing it, but I'd still give it my best shot because you're an ass, Oliver. {I muttered out as the elevator doors finally closed and led me back up to the main floor. After exiting the elevator, and then the private store closet, I made my way back out into the club; trying to get lost in the crowd as I angrily made a beeline toward the door to leave. Sure, I knew Oliver was probably right, but still, what a jerk for insulting me the way that he did. I thought with an exasperated breath as I continued toward the exit}

@ofnotavillainofmystory

{Oliver was probably the most stubborn person that I knew. Ridiculous hot… especially when he was fighting crime and doing all of those pull ups on the bar, but still, annoyingly stubborn. Honestly his stubbornness and pride being the source and starting point of a lot of our fights… Today being a prime example of that, when I all but begged him to go and talk to Tommy, yet Oliver refused to. Yeah, yeah, I get that the two of them had a bit of a fight, but Tommy’s father just died, so given that Oliver was one of Tommy’s longest friends, now more than ever, Oliver should be there for Tommy. Nope. Not Oliver though. He told me to butt out, mind my own business, and then he went about his own Arrow, crime-fighting business} Butt out. Bossy, stubborn jerk. Nobody is going to tell me what to do. {I murmured out under my breath in indignance as I stormed out of the lair; making my way upstairs to the club, where I knew Tommy was probably working. Sure, I knew the club wasn’t technically open yet, but that didn’t matter, since Tommy was usually here early to work on inventory and stocking and stuff. As if that thought no sooner came to mind, the private elevator door opened up to the desired floor of the club; pressing the code into the keypad before the secret door opened into one of the storage closets. After a short walk then out of the storage closet and into the club, I found myself briskly walking toward the bar area in search of Tommy. Mind you, I didn’t really know him all that well, so I didn’t have the first clue what I’d say to him once I did approach, but that didn’t matter. He was mourning the loss of his father, so even if I just said, “I’m sorry for your loss,” that’s still better than Oliver annoyingly not saying anything to Tommy at all. I thought to myself matter of factly as I approached the back end of the bar, and then walked around to the front; greeting Tommy with a smile when I noticed him jotting some things down on the clipboard in his hands} Hey, Tommy… I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a couple of times through Oliver. The last time being here on the opening night of your club, which was great, by the way. A raging success, you could say. {I rambled nervously before realizing I wasn’t giving the right details currently, and I needed to remain on topic now} Anyway, not that any of that matters, but I’m Felicity. You probably already remembered that, since we have met a couple of times, but just in case you didn’t remember, that’s my name. {Here we go again. I thought to myself as I continued to ramble} Either way, Oliver told me about your dad, and I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. I lost my dad, too. I mean, he didn’t die… More like, left me as a kid, but my point is, I know the sting that can follow. Yours being much worse than mine ever was though, and for that, I am sorry. I just wanted to say that I’m here for you, Tommy… You know, if you need a friend, or anything, I’m here. I’ve been told I can be a good listener, too, so you can always vent or talk to me, if that’s what you want or need. {I rambled on as I eventually perched myself onto one of the bar stools. Possibly prematurely though, since there was a good chance Tommy would send me on my way now, since I was probably getting on his nerves with all of my incessant rambling}

[braintohisbrawn]

@ofnotavillainofmystory

Okay, Tommy, it is. {I aired out with a soft grin and an enthusiastic nod in response to his teasing comment. Knowing full well that he was only joking about the standing me up part... Or, at least I think he was joking. I mean, his tone gave the impression that he was, but I also knew his "player" reputation with women, so maybe there was a good chance that he'd end up standing me up, which was him warning me of that possibility now. I thought to myself with slightly frantic thoughts before giving another nod in response to his decision to bring the food} Oh, good. I love Indian food, so that sounds perfect to me. {In the meantime I jotted down my number and address on a post-it note that I had inside my purse; sliding it across the bar top toward Tommy as I had already shifted up onto my feet in preparation to leave. Judging by the number of times my phone has vibrated with a new message, I assumed Oliver and Dig were wondering where I was, and probably about to send out a search party or something if I didn't check in with them soon} Here's my number and address. You can meet me at my place around six tonight, or you know, whenever. I'll be home so really, come over whenever you want. {I chattered on once more. Still in disbelief that someone who looked like Tommy would actually be interested in someone who looked like me. I'd say that was my insecurities talking now, but hey, nobody could deny the facts when they're right in front of them currently} Anyway, I have some things to do and a few errands to take care of, so I'll see you later. {I said with a lingering smile as I looped my purse strap over my arm, and then started toward the direction of the elevator; figuring I should stop by the lair first to check in on the guys} Oh, and thanks for the drink. {I called back to Tommy with a cheerful smile as I continued down the hall toward the part of the club that led to The Green Arrow's secret lab}

@ofnotavillainofmystory

{Oliver was probably the most stubborn person that I knew. Ridiculous hot… especially when he was fighting crime and doing all of those pull ups on the bar, but still, annoyingly stubborn. Honestly his stubbornness and pride being the source and starting point of a lot of our fights… Today being a prime example of that, when I all but begged him to go and talk to Tommy, yet Oliver refused to. Yeah, yeah, I get that the two of them had a bit of a fight, but Tommy’s father just died, so given that Oliver was one of Tommy’s longest friends, now more than ever, Oliver should be there for Tommy. Nope. Not Oliver though. He told me to butt out, mind my own business, and then he went about his own Arrow, crime-fighting business} Butt out. Bossy, stubborn jerk. Nobody is going to tell me what to do. {I murmured out under my breath in indignance as I stormed out of the lair; making my way upstairs to the club, where I knew Tommy was probably working. Sure, I knew the club wasn’t technically open yet, but that didn’t matter, since Tommy was usually here early to work on inventory and stocking and stuff. As if that thought no sooner came to mind, the private elevator door opened up to the desired floor of the club; pressing the code into the keypad before the secret door opened into one of the storage closets. After a short walk then out of the storage closet and into the club, I found myself briskly walking toward the bar area in search of Tommy. Mind you, I didn’t really know him all that well, so I didn’t have the first clue what I’d say to him once I did approach, but that didn’t matter. He was mourning the loss of his father, so even if I just said, “I’m sorry for your loss,” that’s still better than Oliver annoyingly not saying anything to Tommy at all. I thought to myself matter of factly as I approached the back end of the bar, and then walked around to the front; greeting Tommy with a smile when I noticed him jotting some things down on the clipboard in his hands} Hey, Tommy… I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a couple of times through Oliver. The last time being here on the opening night of your club, which was great, by the way. A raging success, you could say. {I rambled nervously before realizing I wasn’t giving the right details currently, and I needed to remain on topic now} Anyway, not that any of that matters, but I’m Felicity. You probably already remembered that, since we have met a couple of times, but just in case you didn’t remember, that’s my name. {Here we go again. I thought to myself as I continued to ramble} Either way, Oliver told me about your dad, and I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. I lost my dad, too. I mean, he didn’t die… More like, left me as a kid, but my point is, I know the sting that can follow. Yours being much worse than mine ever was though, and for that, I am sorry. I just wanted to say that I’m here for you, Tommy… You know, if you need a friend, or anything, I’m here. I’ve been told I can be a good listener, too, so you can always vent or talk to me, if that’s what you want or need. {I rambled on as I eventually perched myself onto one of the bar stools. Possibly prematurely though, since there was a good chance Tommy would send me on my way now, since I was probably getting on his nerves with all of my incessant rambling}

[braintohisbrawn]

@ofnotavillainofmystory

{I was pretty much taking a shot in the dark, so to speak, when I brought up the ridiculously lame idea about Tommy helping me to decorate my Christmas tree tonight at my house. Okay, so most people would find it cheesy to help someone else decorate their Christmas tree. You know, unless they were nutty for Christmas or something, but guys especially didn't tend to be into stuff like that. All that to say, I expected Tommy to shoot me a look as if to say, "Wow, Felicity, you're a total moron," before he'd promptly tell me to finish my drink and go. Honestly, I wouldn't put it past him because it wasn't my best idea. I panicked and cracked under the pressure though, so I literally blurted out the first idea that came to mind. Shockingly though, not only did Tommy not send me on my way, but he actually agreed to help me decorate. Taking it a step further, he even made a deal with me to help him find his tree tomorrow} Yes, Mr. Merlyn, you have yourself a deal. {I flashed him a cheesy grin as my head bobbed into a nod. Relieved that he actually was on board with my idea. Eh, maybe Tommy's a guy who happens to really be into Christmas or something? I silently wondered. I guess still trying to wrap my head around the fact that he didn't just laugh me out of here now} I'll either make dinner for us or order some food in too... Is there anything special that you really like, or foods you don't eat, so I know how to plan the dinner portion? {I asked but before he had the chance to respond, I added a second question} Also, how does six sound? Good time for you? {I asked but felt my cheeks warming into a blush when I heard Tommy's comment about him not minding if I was hitting on him... Wait, did he actually find me attractive or something? Me? Felicity Smoak attractive to a dreamy guy like Tommy Merlyn? Wow, that was new and shocking. All thoughts I purposely kept to myself because I knew if I questioned it, I'd find a way to blow whatever this was now}

@ofnotavillainofmystory

{Oliver was probably the most stubborn person that I knew. Ridiculous hot… especially when he was fighting crime and doing all of those pull ups on the bar, but still, annoyingly stubborn. Honestly his stubbornness and pride being the source and starting point of a lot of our fights… Today being a prime example of that, when I all but begged him to go and talk to Tommy, yet Oliver refused to. Yeah, yeah, I get that the two of them had a bit of a fight, but Tommy’s father just died, so given that Oliver was one of Tommy’s longest friends, now more than ever, Oliver should be there for Tommy. Nope. Not Oliver though. He told me to butt out, mind my own business, and then he went about his own Arrow, crime-fighting business} Butt out. Bossy, stubborn jerk. Nobody is going to tell me what to do. {I murmured out under my breath in indignance as I stormed out of the lair; making my way upstairs to the club, where I knew Tommy was probably working. Sure, I knew the club wasn’t technically open yet, but that didn’t matter, since Tommy was usually here early to work on inventory and stocking and stuff. As if that thought no sooner came to mind, the private elevator door opened up to the desired floor of the club; pressing the code into the keypad before the secret door opened into one of the storage closets. After a short walk then out of the storage closet and into the club, I found myself briskly walking toward the bar area in search of Tommy. Mind you, I didn’t really know him all that well, so I didn’t have the first clue what I’d say to him once I did approach, but that didn’t matter. He was mourning the loss of his father, so even if I just said, “I’m sorry for your loss,” that’s still better than Oliver annoyingly not saying anything to Tommy at all. I thought to myself matter of factly as I approached the back end of the bar, and then walked around to the front; greeting Tommy with a smile when I noticed him jotting some things down on the clipboard in his hands} Hey, Tommy… I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a couple of times through Oliver. The last time being here on the opening night of your club, which was great, by the way. A raging success, you could say. {I rambled nervously before realizing I wasn’t giving the right details currently, and I needed to remain on topic now} Anyway, not that any of that matters, but I’m Felicity. You probably already remembered that, since we have met a couple of times, but just in case you didn’t remember, that’s my name. {Here we go again. I thought to myself as I continued to ramble} Either way, Oliver told me about your dad, and I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. I lost my dad, too. I mean, he didn’t die… More like, left me as a kid, but my point is, I know the sting that can follow. Yours being much worse than mine ever was though, and for that, I am sorry. I just wanted to say that I’m here for you, Tommy… You know, if you need a friend, or anything, I’m here. I’ve been told I can be a good listener, too, so you can always vent or talk to me, if that’s what you want or need. {I rambled on as I eventually perched myself onto one of the bar stools. Possibly prematurely though, since there was a good chance Tommy would send me on my way now, since I was probably getting on his nerves with all of my incessant rambling}

[braintohisbrawn]

@ofnotavillainofmystory

{I felt the pressure. There was no denying that. I mean, ordinarily I talked to the point of literally watching people zone out and then ultimately to tune me out. I could actually see the white form in their eyes and their eyes glaze over as their mind away from whatever I was rambling on about and any way they could distract themselves from my incessant chatter. All that to say, I was what one could call a word smith. I never had an issue to find something to talk about. Or apparently that was the case until this moment when Tommy requested I talk about something to distract his mind... To prove to him that I really was great company to have. On a normal day, this wouldn't be an issue, but it was like I was suddenly cracking under the pressure I felt put on me now. "Come on, Felicity. Get it together. Words are your life, so speak. Say something." I silently scolded myself as I sipped on my beverage; all the while trying to think of a decent topic of conversation since Oliver and Tommy's dad were both off limits to discuss unless Tommy said otherwise} Have you decorated your Christmas tree yet? {What?! Did I seriously ask that?! Seriously, Felicity?! I silently scolded myself once more. Christmas... Christmas was the best I could come up with in the spur of the moment? I exhaled lightly. Knowing with everything Tommy had on his plate, Christmas trees were probably the last thing on his mind. Either way, and before Tommy would have the chance to tell me to leave, I spoke up once more in a feeble attempt to salvage this topic of conversation} I happen to be an expert at all things tree decorating, so if you want to make it more festive in here, we could put a tree up in the corner over there, and I could help you decorate it... Or you know, if that's not your thing, I could decorate it for you? {I briefly offered before realizing I haven't even decorated my own Christmas tree yet. Things have been busy with "Team Arrow," to say the least, which actually gave me another idea} Oh, I have an idea... In spite of the fact that I prided myself just now on how great I am at decorating, which I am, to be clear, I was actually planning to decorate my own tree tonight... You know, if you're free, maybe you could come over and help me? We could always order some take-out or something, and make it a dinner and decorating thing? {At the moment I felt like I was burying myself into a rabbit hole, of some point, but I was already trapped now so there was no talking my way out of it} And don't worry, I'm not hitting on you or anything, nor am I trying to create a weird situation between us, either. I promise I have no ulterior motives. I just thought this could be fun and also a good distraction for you, too, so you know, win-win. {I said with a slight grin as I took another sip of my beverage}

@ofnotavillainofmystory

{Oliver was probably the most stubborn person that I knew. Ridiculous hot… especially when he was fighting crime and doing all of those pull ups on the bar, but still, annoyingly stubborn. Honestly his stubbornness and pride being the source and starting point of a lot of our fights… Today being a prime example of that, when I all but begged him to go and talk to Tommy, yet Oliver refused to. Yeah, yeah, I get that the two of them had a bit of a fight, but Tommy’s father just died, so given that Oliver was one of Tommy’s longest friends, now more than ever, Oliver should be there for Tommy. Nope. Not Oliver though. He told me to butt out, mind my own business, and then he went about his own Arrow, crime-fighting business} Butt out. Bossy, stubborn jerk. Nobody is going to tell me what to do. {I murmured out under my breath in indignance as I stormed out of the lair; making my way upstairs to the club, where I knew Tommy was probably working. Sure, I knew the club wasn’t technically open yet, but that didn’t matter, since Tommy was usually here early to work on inventory and stocking and stuff. As if that thought no sooner came to mind, the private elevator door opened up to the desired floor of the club; pressing the code into the keypad before the secret door opened into one of the storage closets. After a short walk then out of the storage closet and into the club, I found myself briskly walking toward the bar area in search of Tommy. Mind you, I didn’t really know him all that well, so I didn’t have the first clue what I’d say to him once I did approach, but that didn’t matter. He was mourning the loss of his father, so even if I just said, “I’m sorry for your loss,” that’s still better than Oliver annoyingly not saying anything to Tommy at all. I thought to myself matter of factly as I approached the back end of the bar, and then walked around to the front; greeting Tommy with a smile when I noticed him jotting some things down on the clipboard in his hands} Hey, Tommy… I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a couple of times through Oliver. The last time being here on the opening night of your club, which was great, by the way. A raging success, you could say. {I rambled nervously before realizing I wasn’t giving the right details currently, and I needed to remain on topic now} Anyway, not that any of that matters, but I’m Felicity. You probably already remembered that, since we have met a couple of times, but just in case you didn’t remember, that’s my name. {Here we go again. I thought to myself as I continued to ramble} Either way, Oliver told me about your dad, and I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. I lost my dad, too. I mean, he didn’t die… More like, left me as a kid, but my point is, I know the sting that can follow. Yours being much worse than mine ever was though, and for that, I am sorry. I just wanted to say that I’m here for you, Tommy… You know, if you need a friend, or anything, I’m here. I’ve been told I can be a good listener, too, so you can always vent or talk to me, if that’s what you want or need. {I rambled on as I eventually perched myself onto one of the bar stools. Possibly prematurely though, since there was a good chance Tommy would send me on my way now, since I was probably getting on his nerves with all of my incessant rambling}

[braintohisbrawn]

@ofnotavillainofmystory 

{The longer I stood here with Tommy, the more I wondered whether I was the right person to be here with him now. Don’t get me wrong, I understood that he was hurting and mourning the loss of his father, and I also knew he was feeling a bit bitter and resentful toward The Green Arrow currently too. All justified feelings, but I was a stranger, for all intents and purposes, so even though I ventured into the bar area today with the pure intent of just sending my condolences, deep down I knew it should be someone like Oliver, or another close friend who should be here to comfort him now. They knew him better than me, so clearly they’d know what to say and how best to help him} You’ve got that right. Oliver is as stubborn as a mule, at times. Especially when it has to do with him following directions. {I nodded; agreeing completely with Tommy’s shaded response about Oliver. I knew Tommy was upset with Oliver... One, I’m sure due to all of Oliver’s secrets and lies, but two as a result of him not being here for Tommy now in his time of need. Beyond that reasoning though, I was concerned with how much Tommy would despise Oliver when he finds out that he’s The Green Arrow. Something telling me that will drive quite a wedge into whatever is left of their friendship} Okay, I can be a distraction and company for you. I’ve been told I can be pretty good company, so here’s hoping I live up to that reputation. {I smiled as I sipped very slowly on the drink that was currently in front of me. I didn’t miss the part where Tommy referred to me as “pretty,” but I didn’t want to comment on it and risk making things awkward between us} I’m sorry, Tommy... Losing a parent is difficult in itself, but even worse when they are taken as the hand of violence. {Of course there was more to the story, but I wasn’t about to open that can of words, or to expose Oliver’s secret, so I left it at that}

@ofnotavillainofmystory

{Oliver was probably the most stubborn person that I knew. Ridiculous hot… especially when he was fighting crime and doing all of those pull ups on the bar, but still, annoyingly stubborn. Honestly his stubbornness and pride being the source and starting point of a lot of our fights… Today being a prime example of that, when I all but begged him to go and talk to Tommy, yet Oliver refused to. Yeah, yeah, I get that the two of them had a bit of a fight, but Tommy’s father just died, so given that Oliver was one of Tommy’s longest friends, now more than ever, Oliver should be there for Tommy. Nope. Not Oliver though. He told me to butt out, mind my own business, and then he went about his own Arrow, crime-fighting business} Butt out. Bossy, stubborn jerk. Nobody is going to tell me what to do. {I murmured out under my breath in indignance as I stormed out of the lair; making my way upstairs to the club, where I knew Tommy was probably working. Sure, I knew the club wasn’t technically open yet, but that didn’t matter, since Tommy was usually here early to work on inventory and stocking and stuff. As if that thought no sooner came to mind, the private elevator door opened up to the desired floor of the club; pressing the code into the keypad before the secret door opened into one of the storage closets. After a short walk then out of the storage closet and into the club, I found myself briskly walking toward the bar area in search of Tommy. Mind you, I didn’t really know him all that well, so I didn’t have the first clue what I’d say to him once I did approach, but that didn’t matter. He was mourning the loss of his father, so even if I just said, “I’m sorry for your loss,” that’s still better than Oliver annoyingly not saying anything to Tommy at all. I thought to myself matter of factly as I approached the back end of the bar, and then walked around to the front; greeting Tommy with a smile when I noticed him jotting some things down on the clipboard in his hands} Hey, Tommy… I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a couple of times through Oliver. The last time being here on the opening night of your club, which was great, by the way. A raging success, you could say. {I rambled nervously before realizing I wasn’t giving the right details currently, and I needed to remain on topic now} Anyway, not that any of that matters, but I’m Felicity. You probably already remembered that, since we have met a couple of times, but just in case you didn’t remember, that’s my name. {Here we go again. I thought to myself as I continued to ramble} Either way, Oliver told me about your dad, and I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. I lost my dad, too. I mean, he didn’t die… More like, left me as a kid, but my point is, I know the sting that can follow. Yours being much worse than mine ever was though, and for that, I am sorry. I just wanted to say that I’m here for you, Tommy… You know, if you need a friend, or anything, I’m here. I’ve been told I can be a good listener, too, so you can always vent or talk to me, if that’s what you want or need. {I rambled on as I eventually perched myself onto one of the bar stools. Possibly prematurely though, since there was a good chance Tommy would send me on my way now, since I was probably getting on his nerves with all of my incessant rambling}