Ducking into a storage closet, Oliver handed Felicity the bag he had brought with him from her apartment.

"I got everything you asked for." He tried really hard to not think about searching through her underwear drawer. It was almost his undoing. He had never seen so many colors and types before. There did appear to be more green than any other color, but he filed that away to process later.

Felicity was laying the items out on the shelf. Shoes, bra, panties...holding up the panties, she sighed.

"Oliver these aren't the panties I asked for. They won't work with this dress."

"You said red, I grabbed red."

"I said red THONG. These are boy briefs. They won't work. This dress is really tight and you'll be able to see the lines of them." She knew she should have gone home and gotten the stuff herself, but he had insisted. Now here she was in a storage closet trying to redress so they could blend in to a party.

Oliver had pretty much stopped listening at thong, but he thought he had heard tight. He was doomed. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it mattered. But it's too late now. We have to get out of here and out into the crowd if we are going to catch a glimpse of this guy."

"Fine. Turn around and I'll get dressed."

Oliver turned around and tried to not let his mind think about what was going on behind him.

Finally after what seemed like eternity Felicity declared herself ready. Turning around he made a note of how beautiful she looked. She stuffed her clothes back into the bag and left them in the corner to retrieve later.

Oliver looked closer as she walked by him.

"See you were worried for nothing. I can't see the lines."

Stoping she turned to him. "You can't see the lines Oliver because there are no lines to see."

He swallowed hard. "You mean?"

"Yes." She walked out the door.

He followed quickly. He was right. He was doomed.