Author's Notes: Argh, this one kinda got away from me. I don't really like how it ends, but I was totally blocked and couldn't think of ending it any other way. But if any of my fellow writers want to use Drunk!Felicity in the same situation to write a fic, please go ahead. I think it's a great idea, but unfortunately I didn't have the execution down.

I have no beta, so all mistakes are mine :(

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"What? No, that's not right." Oliver stated vehemently.

"Why? Do you think that a guy like Oliver Queen wouldn't want to date me? I very dateable, men want to date me, damn it!" She finished with a lovely stamp of her drunken foot.

"No. I mean, yes. I mean he would be lucky to date a woman like you, but Felicity let's backtrack a second. Why do you think he stood you up?" Olive couldn't believe that he was the one babbling for once.

Meanwhile, Felicity's eyes darted back and forth between the man standing in front of her and the floor before finally looking at Oliver. "Are you wearing make-up?" She asked earnestly.

"What? Well, technically yes, but it's not women's make-up. It is more like military camouflage."

"It's a pretty shade of green. I wonder if I'd look nice wearing it?" Felicity wondered aloud, raising up one hand to gently trace the outline of the colour that surrounded his eyes.

"You would look beautiful no matter what you wore," Oliver replied honestly.

At his compliment a wide smile broke out on Felicity's face. "Thank you, Mr. Hood, that was very sweet," she paused then continued, "I should have gone out with you instead." She giggled and battered her eyelashes, which was kinda strange cause Felicity might babble and go off on tangents, but what she didn't do was giggle. Unless…

"Are you flirting with me?" Oliver asked.

Immediately she took a step away from him, "God, you're just like him. You probably think every woman is attracted to you. Why? Just because you're tall, and dark, and handsome and mysterious? Well, this lady has learned her lesson. I'm done with arrogant broody jerks."

Okay, so maybe she wasn't flirting with him after all.

Oliver, however, was still confused. There was no way that he would ever stand-up Felicity, plus they didn't have a date planned. He definitely would have remembered making a date with the beautifully drunk and angry blonde standing before him.

"Felicity, tell me about this date. Where were you two going tonight?"

"Argh, I don't want to talk about this anymore. I'm tired." She turned sharply to her right to walk by him and promptly tumbled to the floor.

"Felicity! Are you okay?" Oliver rushed over to her side and gently helped her off the floor. The soft sound of her feminine laughter filled the room.

"I'm okay. Really okay. I'm the most okayest I've ever been."

"Okayest?" He chuckled quietly. "I'm not sure that's a real word."

Felicity slapped his arm softly. "Of course it's a real word. If it wasn't a real word my mouth wouldn't have been able to say it, silly."

Involuntarily, Oliver's gaze dropped to her perfectly shaped mouth and his thoughts drifted to all the wonderful things her mouth could do. Focus Oliver! "I'm not sure your logic holds up there, Felicity."

"Oh, don't be a poopy pants," she admonished gently.

"It will be by my life's mission to never become a poopy pants," Oliver deadpanned, while leading Felicity over and forcing her to sit on the edge of the bed. "Where were you going tonight, Felicity?" Oliver asked again.

"To the symphony, but it's not like the normal symphony, it's this traveling show that plays video game music but with a full 200 piece orchestra. It's amazing. I've wanted to go for like forever so when I heard a few months ago that the show was coming to Starling City I was so excited. I bought two tickets even though I didn't have anyone to go with me," she paused momentarily before continuing , "So I asked Oliver, I was super nervous – which is saying a lot because my resting heart beat is like a hummingbird's – since I don't think that video games are his thing and I know he could easily find a much more sophisticated way to spend his evening but I thought, what the hell, I'm going to go for it, what's the worst that can happen? It's like that old saying, it's better to have loved and lost than be eaten alive by bears."

"I'm not sure that's how that saying goes."

"Really? Cause I would think that having a broken heart has got to be better than being eaten alive by bears. Anyway, where was I? Ah, that's right, well, to my surprise, Oliver said yes. I've been looking forward to this night for weeks. The show started at 8 so I waited outside the theatre. And I waited. And waited. I waited for 2 hours and he never showed up, so I walked to the nearest bar and did the only sensible thing I could think of: drink myself stupid." She finished and collapsed backwards on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Oliver stood completely motionless. Their conversation a few weeks ago came rushing back to him. There was talk about a symphony and video games but that wasn't supposed to happen until the 20th, which was…damn it, tonight. Suddenly and irrevocably he realized he was indeed the ass who had stood-up Felicity. He was pond scum, lower than pond scum really. The only thing he could say in his defense was that he had truly forgotten. There had been no malicious intent on his part. Now all he had to do was convince Felicity to give him, or the Oliver him, not The Hood him – God, drunk Felicity was making everything really confusing – another chance.

"Why didn't you call him? Maybe there was an emergency." Oliver asked.

"Oh, I bet there was an emergency – a beautiful brown-haired emergency." Felicity said to the ceiling.

What?

She thought he had stood her up so that he could spend time with Laurel. That was ridiculous. And suddenly Oliver realized exactly how ridiculous that sentiment was. He didn't know when or how it happened but when it came to how he wanted to spend his free time, how he wanted to spend any of his time really, Oliver would rather be with Felicity than Laurel. It wasn't even a fair fight in his mind any more.

"Felicity, believe me when I tell you that Oliver was not with Laurel tonight."

"You don't know that," she said, still staring up at the ceiling.

"I know that he cares about you. A lot. More than he should really. I know that he would never willingly hurt you."

At his words, Felicity finally tore her eyes away from the ceiling to look at him. "Do you mean that? Does Oliver really care about me?" She paused, then pulled herself into a sitting position on the bed, with her legs tucked underneath her. "Do you care about me, Oliver?"

Oliver was startled for a second. "So you remember? Or were you just pretending the whole time?"

"No, when I first walked into my bedroom I was honestly confused – way too much tequila," she laughed lightly, "one tequila, two tequila, three tequila floor. But the pieces came together when you asked me about being stood-up. I know I should have said something earlier but I wanted to see what you would do, I wanted to find out why you never showed up at the theatre. Why did you make me wait? I waited for two hours, Oliver. If you didn't want to go all you had to do was say so, I'm a big girl, I could have handled it."

"I wanted to go Felicity, I really did. I just, I forgot, and I know that is the dumbest excuse in the world, but it's true. Plus, and I don't know if what I'm going to say is going to make it better or worse, but when you asked me to go with you to this orchestra thing, I didn't realize it was supposed to be a date."

She lowered her head, pretending to be enthralled by her hands in her lap. "Well, things just got a thousand times more awkward."

"They don't have to be."

"What are you talking about?"

"Felicity," he took her hand gently, "would you do me the honour of going to the symphony and watch them play video game music. Sorry, I don't know what the name of the show is."

"No. I mean we can't. They were only in Starling City for one night."

"Hmm, that's too bad. If only we knew some extremely rich person who had access to a private plane…" he trailed off.

"You don't have to do this Oliver. You don't need to cheer me up. I don't need a pity date."

"Felicity, there is nothing in the world that I would like to do more than go out on a date with you."

"Are you sure? Do you really want to go out on a date with me?" Felicity asked, her tone serious.

"Yeah," he whispered, "I want to."

"But what if it messes things up? What if it ruins our friendship?" she asked.

"Do you care about me, Felicity?" He asked gently.

"Yes." She replied, the sincerity evident is her voice.

"Then I'm sure."

"Things aren't that simple Oliver," she chided gently.

"They are between us. I care about you. You care about me. And we're not going to let anything ruin that. See, it is that simple."

"You're crazy."

"Yeah, but it's the fun kind of crazy. I'm sorry if I made you angry before." He played with her hair as he spoke.

"You didn't." She protested.

"Liar."

Felicity leaned over and punched him in the arm. "So tomorrow night then?"

"Tomorrow night." He confirmed.

THE END… (Maybe or should I write the date? I'm not sure, wasn't too happy about the ending for this, I was super stuck for the longest time).