THE GREEN ARROW
A Day in the life of Oliver Queen
Her palms were sweaty, but fortunately her words were clear and precise. She stumbled a couple of times, but it never seemed bother anyone in the room.
Felicity Smoak was conquering her worst fear: Public Speaking.
FELICITY: And...uh...as you can see a partnership with us would be a huge boost for your industry.
Malcolm Merlyn, CEO of Merlyn Industries just looked at the young woman and smiled.
MALCOLM: Interesting proposal, Ms Smoak. We of course can't make a decision today...Maybe Next week, we can all reach a conclusion then. And maybe...
Everyone looked at the man sitting in the seat in the center of the table. He was wearing a dark black suit , with a green tie. His hair was long but tied in a ponytail, and of course there was the long goatee that he refused to shave.
Oliver Queen was laid back in his chair...and asleep.
MALCOLM: Maybe Mr. Queen could join in on the vote.
FELICITY: I really hope so.
The board members got up from their chairs and left. Malcolm started to leave, but before he did so, he placed his hand on Felicity's shoulder and whispered...
MALCOLM: You did great!
FELICITY: Thank you.
MALCOLM: When he wakes up, tell him I said “Hi”.
FELICITY: Will do.
Merlyn left. And the only two in the room were Felicity and Oliver. She sat down to the chair to his left.
FELICITY: You are such a jerk...
Oliver still had his eyes closed, but he couldn't help but smile.
OLIVER: I thought you did great.
FELICITY: You KNOW I hate public speaking!
OLIVER: I'm sorry. Look, I just had a rough night last night, I needed a little shut-eye. Besides, I figured the smartest person in the room could handle one little meeting.
FELICITY: Now you're just kissing ass.
Oliver opened his eyes and leaned forward.
OLIVER: But it's true.
He brushed the hair out of her face.
OLIVER: There are worst things to be afraid of then public speaking, trust me, I know.
FELICITY: Speaking of which... How did last night go?
Oliver leaned back in chair again. He stared at the ceilling before he finally spoke again.
OLIVER: “The Count” knew I was coming. I don't know how, but he knew.
FELICITY: What happened?
Oliver lifted up his shirt and revealed a small patch on the left side of his stomach.
FELICITY: Bullet wound?
OLIVER: Knife wound.
FELICITY: Diggle patched you up?
OLIVER: Well yeah. It's not like anyone else would.
FELICITY: And why wasn't you're favorite hacker invited?
Oliver sat up in his chair and cleared his throat.
OLIVER: Well...Me and Diggle figured since you had other plans...
FELICITY: Wait. What “plans” are you refferring to?
OLIVER: ...With Hal Jordan?
FELICITY: And how did you know I had plans with Hal?
OLIVER: Your phone was on the table and I saw his name, that's all.
FELICITY: And you read the text.
OLIVER: And...I read the text, yes.
Felicity just stared at him. Oliver was starting to feel uneasy. Felicity broke the silence.
FELICITY: And did you know that Hal is a friend of Carol Ferris, who is the Vice president of Ferris Aircraft's?
Oliver bit his lip and tilted his backwards.
FELICITY: It wasn't a date, he was trying to convince me that it was in this company's best interest to invest in Ferris's new state-of-the-art aircrafts.
OLIVER: And the reason he didn't contact me?
FELICITY: It might have something to do with your phone never being on.
OLIVER: Makes sense.
FELICITY: You know, you could at least try to pretend to be Oliver Queen.
OLIVER: I'd love to. But Star City needs me to be more than that. I need to be the Green Arrow or whatever the media calls me.
Oliver got up from his seat and walked out. After awhile, Felicity started to walk out as well. But to her surprise, Oliver returned, with a bottle of scotch, and two glasses.
Felicity sat back down in her seat.
FELICITY: You've got to be joking. It's morning.
OLIVER: Felicity. There is no such thing as a bad time to drink scotch.
He passed her a glass and poured halfway.
FELICITY: You know...I really could've used this an hour ago.
Oliver sighed.
OLIVER: If you start this again, I swear, I will get drunk, and run around the office nude.
FELICITY: Alright! Alright! Forget I said anything.
***
The Green Arrow was ready for action. He had tracked down “The Count” to an abandoned warehouse, where he was making a deal with an anyomynous buyer. There was just one problem...
GREEN ARROW: Oh shit.
FELICITY (Over Earpiece): What? What's wrong?
GREEN ARROW: The detective is here.
Detective Dinah Laurel Lance was going undercover as a bodyguard for one of the local drug dealers, hoping that she could get close enough to see who “The Count” was.
But she has also been trying to bring down The Green Arrow for vigilantism.
FELICITY: Well that puts a real damper on things.
GREEN ARROW: Tell me about it...
FELICITY: What are you going to do?
GREEN ARROW: I'll take down The Count, and try to keep Dinah out of the crossfire.
FELICITY: Should I call Dig? Or Speedy for back-up?
GREEN ARROW: Nah. Me and my favorite hacker should be more than enough.
FELICITY: Alright. Just be careful, Ollie.
GREEN ARROW: Felicity. This is me we are talking about.
FELICITY: I know. That's why I said “be careful.”
Green Arrow fired a dart hitting Detective Lance. She fell unconscious to the ground. The Count and the rest of his crew looked up and fired their guns at Green Arrow.
An Arrow was fired back in the middle of the two groups.
THE COUNT: You missed!
GREEN ARROW: I'm sorry, could you say that again?
THE COUNT: I said, You mi-
Before The Count finished, the Arrow that was fired dispersed smoke. The Count could no longer see, but he could hear the screams of pain from the other drug dealer's men.
The Count started running to get out of the smoke. By the time the smoke cleared, all the henchmen were down, and only The Green Arrow and The Count were left standing.
GREEN ARROW: No really, what were you saying?
The Count aimed his pistol at Green Arrow. But he wasn't fast enough. Green Arrow had fire an Arrow knocking the gun out of The Count's hand.
Green Arrow had grabbed another Arrow and drew back his bow.
The Count laughed.
THE COUNT: You're not going to kill me. You're soft! You won't fire that Arrow.
The Count took one step forward. Green Arrow fired an Arrow. The Count thought he was going to die, but he saw that the tip of the Arrow had turned into...a boxing glove?
The arrow had knocked the Count unconscious.
GREEN ARROW: Well...he was half right.
Before the Green Arrow could make an exit, he turned to find Detective Lance aiming her gun at him.
DINAH: You are under arrest...
GREEN ARROW: It's over Detective. You can call back-up, and The Count and the rest of these goons can go to jail.
DINAH: You're going with them. You have to remain silent...
GREEN ARROW: Are you seriously going to do this?
DINAH: Anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law...
Green Arrow just sighed.
GREEN ARROW: You were always stubborn...
He fired an arrow. It didn't hit her, but it did distract her. She looked at the Arrow in the wall for one second. When she turned around, The Green Arrow was gone.
***
Friday the 13th, the remake was playing in theaters. Felicity went to go see alone. But first she had to buy a snack.
FELICITY: One large bag of popcorn, please.
CONCESSION ATTENDANT: That'll be 20$
Felicity was looking in her purse for change when she heard a familiar voice.
FAMILIAR VOICE: Here you go. And I would like a medium Diet Coke if you have some.
Felicity looked to her right to see that the man with familiar voice was Oliver Queen.
FELICITY: Hey Ollie! What are you doing here?
OLIVER: Figured I'd see the new movie coming out.
The concession attendant handed Felicity her large popcorn, and Oliver his medium diet coke.
They started walking together.
OLIVER: Do you always come here alone?
FELICITY: Well yeah. If I have a date, he'll come too. But mostly I come here alone every friday.
OLIVER: Nothing wrong with that. But doesn't it get lonely, sometimes?
FELICITY: Yeah, well I don't neccisarily have many friends.
OLIVER: You have me. And if you ever need someone to hang out with, I'll be there.
Felicity smiled at him.
FELICITY: Thanks Ollie, I really appreciate it.
OLIVER: No problem. So...do you think this movie will be any good?
FELICITY: It's going to suck.
OLIVER: So what's the point of seeing it?
FELICITY: Just trying to keep up with tradition.
OLIVER: So you'll just watch bad movies every Friday just for tradition? That's a strange way of living.
FELICITY: You're one to talk.
OLIVER: Touche.