I feel like I'm cheating on Chollie, but I've watched Tess and Emil's sing along for about the eight millionth time and…I just can't help myself. A Tollie shaded tag to Fortune.

Good in Green

"How do you do?" Oliver placed a particular emphasis on the first 'do' as he walked into the boardroom that was empty aside from him and Tess.

It appeared that there was a bonus to showing up early. He smirked as she looked at him with a vicious glare.

"Shut up. Don't say it, Oliver. I don't want to hear it. I still have a headache."

"That," Oliver told her, pointing his finger at her and shaking his head, "Is because you refused to take the Queen Hangover Cure-All."

"I would have to be drunk to even consider drinking that." Tess told him, pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. "Are you only here to punish me?

"Of course not, do you think that my every thought upon waking up is Hm, how oh how can I manage to get under Mercy's skin?" Oliver's lips turned upwards into a grin, "Come on now, are you really that self-centered?"

"Yes, no, and if you don't stop harassing me I will not rest until I make your life a living hell."

"What happened to that dress by the way? That was adorable." Oliver told her. "You look good in green."

"That makes two of us." Tess hardly had the time to clap her hand over her mouth as she said it. "That's-Get out!"

Tess pointed at the door, "Oliver, get out of this office or I swear-"

"You'll tell me how much you want me?" Oliver beamed, enjoying this fully too much and knowing he'd pay for it when her hangover wore off. "Criminal. You're so right, I should leave this second. I couldn't handle hearing how gorgeous I am-in this state, you might jump me."

Oh yes, Oliver concluded, turning his back on the room after Tess' eyes glinted with a serious threat. She was going to get him, and he wouldn't ever see it coming.

On the bright side, he didn't have a boring board meeting to attend. So that was Oliver-1, Tess-too hung over to care she was losing.