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Felicity Smoak isn’t a “party girl”. Yes, she enjoys her classic college party once in a blue moon, but she’s never identified herself as somebody who loves parties. Tommy Merlyn, however, his a party boy in every aspect of the phrase. And Tommy might be the one person who can convince Felicity to do something, due to his long, long history as the teasing older brother.
“Tommy I’m not going to the party! That’s final!” Felicity hated using her loud voice. But Tommy was usually the exception.
“Fliss you can’t stay inside all day. You’ve got to get out once in a while.”
“I go outside! I walk. And do...things. Outside of the apartment. And besides, it’s not mandatory that I have to go out. And especially if Oliver’s going to be there.” Felicity had never actually met Oliver Queen, Tommy’s infamous best friend. She had just moved to Starling recently, and was anxious to see more of Tommy. Their parents got divorced when Felicity was 6 and Tommy was 10, and the two rarely got to see each other throughout their adolescence.
Oliver and Tommy were known as the two playboys of Starling City, constantly in Verdant picking up girls and getting drunk. Needless to say, Felicity didn’t approve of Tommy’s activities with Oliver, but since Oliver had dragged Tommy into the player life in the beginning, she already had strong opinions of him.
“Well...yes, Oliver will be there. It’s kinda his house. But I have given him strict warning to stay away from you. That guy could charm the pants of a-”
“OK, all I needed to know. Not going.”
“Felicity I haven’t seen you in a really long time and this would be the perfect chance to spend time together, and if you really loved me you would do this for me.” Tommy’s eyes widened as he told her this, and Felicity’s eyes instinctively scrunched up.
“Fine! Fine! If that’s what you want!”
-----Later that Night-----
Felicity twisted side to side in front of the mirror, evaluating her wardrobe choices. Her hair was down in curls, a style she rarely chose, and she was wearing a white bandage dress that was a bit short, but not outrageously so. The dress shimmered in almost an angelic way when it caught the light.
“Not too bad Smoak, not too bad,” Felicity murmured to herself.
Tommy knocked and poked his head into the room. “Looking good! You ready to go?”
“Yep,” Felicity replied. “One sec.”
Felicity fastened a necklace around her neck. The charm was of a pair of silver angel wings. She then picked up a mask with feathers and silver around the tips.
-----Even Later that Night-----
After about a few hours of sweaty bodies and alcohol all in one castle of a house, Felicity was done. She made her way to a pair of french doors leading out to a balcony. She stepped outside, and inhaled the cool night air. Felicity stepped forward and rested on the edge of the balcony. A rustle from the bushes below cause her to jolt up and try to see what was going on.
“But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks!” An attractive man (or at least what she could see in the dark) stepped into her view. Why he was quoting Shakespeare, Felicity had no idea.
“It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!” The man stumbled a little, obviously drunk. Felicity had come across many drunk men in her lifetime, but none of them had quoted Shakespeare before.
The man stepped into the light. He had sandy hair, and was wearing a leather jacket with silver studs. He had on a black leather mask, which contrasted with a pair of ice blue eyes looking up at her.
He continued his monologue, occasionally stumbling on words in his drunken stupor. When he reached the end, he looked up at felicity, expectantly.
Felicity was in a bit of shock. This was not normal party behaviour. But she decided to play along. She had played Juliet in a very much regretted production of Romeo and Juliet at MIT, and the lines came back to her.
“Ay me!”
“Oh speak again, bright angel!”
“O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, but be sworn my love, and I’ll no longer be a Capulet. Tis but thy name that is my enemy; thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." Felicity continued her speech, pausing a few times to try and remember the words.
They continued the famous scene, stuttering or fumbling at times, but it was none the less romantic. "By a name," the man called out. "I know not how to tell thee who I am; my name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to thee; had I it written, I would tear the word."
They continued, each word becoming more and more sincere. The man started inching closer to the balcony, and Felicity started leaning over more.
"Lady," the man continued, "by yonder blessed moon I swear that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops."
"O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable."
"What shall I swear by?"
"Do not swear at all; or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee."
"If my heart's dear love--"
"Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: it is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; too like the lightning, which doth cease to be ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest come to thy heart as that within my breast!"
"O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?"
"What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?"
The man started to climb the trellis, almost falling a few times. Felicity gasped and threw her hands over, desperate to catch him. After a few unsuccessful times, he blushed and decided to stay on the ground.
"The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine."
"I gave thee min before thou didst request it: and yet I would it were to give again."
"Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?"
"But to be frank, and give it thee again. An yet I wish but for the thing I have: my bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite."
As if on queue, Felicity heard Tommy's voice call from inside. "Fliss? Fliss we should leave. I haven't seen Oliver all night."
Felicity giggled and she heard a throaty chuckle from below.
"O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard. Being in night, all this but a dream, too flattering-sweet to be substantial."
Even though it was in no way in the scene, Felicity decided to do a bit of improvisation. The whole ordeal made her feel quite flirtatious.
"Wait! Sweet love, doth thou leave without my kiss?"
"To be without thy kiss is to be without light."
The man walked over to the trellis again, and persistently scaled it. Once he reached the top, Felicity saw that he was extremely attractive, his blue eyes looking into hers with such intensity.
She leaned her head down just as he tilted his up, and their lips gently met, brushing together lightly. Felicity felt herself leaning more into the kiss, their lips gliding over each other. They pulled away slowly, their warm breath mingling, their lips barely touching,
"Felicity! Where are you? We really have to go." Tommy's voice surprised the both of them, and surprised the mystery Romeo so much that he fell off the ladder, landing on the ground with a thud. A slew of curse words followed.
Felicity shrieked, leaning over the balcony. "Are you ok?" she asked, finally breaking character.
"So thrive my soul."
"A thousand times goodnight!"
-----After the Party at the Queen Mansion-----
A masked man strolled into the living room, now a bit of a mess, and took off his black mask revealing the handsome face of Oliver Queen.
"How was your night?" Thea Queen, his sister, asked from the sofa. "Hangover?"
"Not as bad as usual. My night was...pretty different. I acted out an entire scene from Romeo and Juliet with a masked girl."
"Romantic. Never knew you were into Shakespeare."
"Romeo and Juliet was the only play I liked. Apart from Othello."
"Of course you would like Othello."
"What's that supposed to mean."
"Nothing. It's a bit of a guy play. Though I didn't think you would like Romeo and Juliet."
"I loved the themes. Feuds, forbidden love, heartbreak, almost. I guess "almost" is the one word to describe that play."
"You putter on with your feminine thoughts. I'm gonna go up to bed. Don't expect me to be up before noon."
"Wouldn't count on it."
Oliver followed Thea out of the room, his thoughts still lingering on the beautiful masked girl.