Saving Starling

@ Eros.

@ Dandy Darling;
Roy shrugged, biting down on his lower lip as he thought. "There could be an accident somewhere or something," he said with a small shrug, running a hand through his hair. "I'm going to go check the fuse box real quick. You stay here, don't move," he said, quickly disappearing from the room and heading down to the hideout. He needed to make sure that Charlotte was okay. The last thing that Roy needed was Oliver putting about a half a dozen arrows in his chest because he let something happen to her. Roy furrowed his eyebrows together when he heard something going on as she started down the stairs, slowing his pace and trying not to be heard. There had to be a back up light source somewhere. Oliver wasn't that unprepared. "Charlotte?" Roy whisper-yelled, squinting and trying to see if he could see her anywhere. So far he had no luck. Roy could sense the trouble down here, and he knew that he should probably turn around and go make sure that Rebecca was okay, but he couldn't let the ones that were down here get away either. Especially if they found out who they were and what they were doing.

Charlotte whimpered, rolling over onto her hands and knees and crawling under a desk. She made a face when she heard Roy, shaking her head and wishing he hadn't come down here. She had no idea where those other men went, for all she knew they could still be down here. Roy couldn't see them, she couldn't see them, and he was in serious danger of getting hurt, or even killed. Hopefully everyone up in the club was out of here and on their way home by now. The last thing they needed was someone getting hurt. Especially someone they knew. "Roy, get out of here," she said, grunting a little in pain. She really couldn't believe that this was happening right now. Charlotte always thought that she was safe down here in her little hideaway. She never thought that anyone would ever find Oliver's hideout or that they would ever be in any sort of danger down here.

@ Eros.

"I hope it's just the fuse box," She responded back, rubbing her hands up and down her arms. As Roy disappeared from the room, Rebecca eyes darted about with paranoia and hoped that the lights would return soon. Every single moment she was alone, Rebecca continued to relive her memory of the invader in her home. Her parents had been out to dinner that night and left her with a family friend. Unfortunately, that night a kidnapper had decided to take her away while killing the family friend in the process. All she could clearly remember was the cold, damp darkness that surrounded her for three days straight until the police had found her. Clearing her throat, Rebecca attempted to focus on anything but the situation before her. What she had to do tomorrow: find a job, buy some new groceries, etc. The time continued to slowly tick by for the young woman, and she wondered where Roy had gone. Surely, the fuse box could not be that far.

--

Oliver and Diggle returned back to Verdant to see that all of the lights were out, reiterating their initial concern. Both men exchanged worried glances before they rushed into Oliver's hideout. As far as Oliver was concerned, there no longer seemed to be any intruders nearby. "Roy? Charlotte?" He called out into the darkness, hoping to hear a response. Reaching into his pocket, Diggle pulled out a flashlight and illuminated the spot in front of them. "Go find the fuse box, Diggle," He ordered since he was possibly the only person who could see inside of the building. After a moment of wandering around, Diggle opened up the fuse box to see that it had been deliberately tampered with. "We're only going to need a new fuse, but someone's tampered with this, Oliver," Diggle informed him, finding another fuse a few feet away.

@ Dandy Darling;
Roy heard Oliver and Diggle, biting his lip and making his way back upstairs to Rebecca. He didn't want to leave her alone for too long. "Hey, sorry about that," he said, sighing softly. "Can I give you a ride home or something?" He asked, biting down on his bottom lip. He wanted to make sure that she made it home safely, especially if there were some creeps walking around out there. But at the same time, he wanted to make sure that Oliver didn't need him or anything. He didn't want to let him down. He'd feel really awful. She seemed like a really amazing girl and he definitely wanted to get to know her better. Roy felt awful that her first experience at Verdant had to be like this.

Charlotte whimpered, sliding out from under the desk. "Oliver?" She said, standing up and supporting her weight against the desk. "Okay so, don't freak out or anything, but I got stabbed," she said with a small laugh, wincing and sighing from the pain. She definitely didn't want to go to the hospital for this, so she was going to need Oliver's expert stitching skills to help her out. Oh, and some pain medicine. Definitely some pain medicine. She was in so much pain that it was unbearable. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her.

@ Eros.

The sudden sound of a surge filled the room, restoring the lights around her. Finally able to see all four walls, Rebecca let out her breath that she had been unconsciously holding in. She quietly mumbled a sentence of gratitude to Roy for restoring the power and found a nearby chair to settle onto. It was only a few moments before Roy returned back into the room. "No, no, it's fine. I actually commend you for actually finding the fuse box in that darkness," She reassured, standing to close the distance between them. Rebecca nodded her head to accept the offer, knowing that the streets of Starling could have predators lurking. "Thanks, I'd like that," She responded, offering a smile. The only positive outcome that had come out of her visit to Verdant was Roy but that was enough for her. She was curious and wanted to learn more about the man who always seemed to be there to save her.

--

"Char?" He repeated once more as her eyes adjusted to the sudden light, squinting slightly to see Charlotte moving. Seeing her clutch onto the desk, Oliver hopped over the table in front of him and rushed over toward her side. "What happened?" He questioned, placing a hand onto her shoulder. Peeling away her t-shirt slowly, he reveal the stab wound. "How can I not freak? You were stabbed," He sighed, shaking his head slightly. Of course, they could not go to the emergency room. The cops would be involved, and Laurel already owed him too many favors. "We're going to have to fix you up right here. You're going to be fine, and I'll help you through it," He said, wrapping an arm around her waist to move her across the room. Placing her down onto the medical table, Oliver knew that it was going to be painful, but she could make it through. He rushed to find a needle and thread along with various disinfectants to clean the wound.

@ Dandy Darling;
Roy grinned and nodded, glad that she had accepted his offer. He placed his hand on the small of her back, grabbing the keys to his car and leading her outside to it after he locked up. He'd come back and do inventory and stuff after he dropped her off. He unlocked her door, making sure she was in and seated properly before closing it and getting in the car himself on the driver's side. "So, where to?" he asked her as he started up the car. He wasn't sure if she was going to have him drive her all the way to her home or if she was going to end up having him drop her a little ways away. He's had that done to him before. Countless people have made him drop them off blocks away from their homes because they didn't want him knowing where they lived or something. Though Roy never really knew why. It wasn't like he was a bad person or anything. He wasn't going to go out and rob their place or hurt them.

Charlotte sighed softly, wincing when Oliver helped her up on to the table. "Okay," she murmured, squeezing her eyes shut. She just wanted the pain to disappear. She had no idea how she was going to be able to get home, or even be able to take care of herself. Was she even going to be able to go for her daily morning jog? Probably not. It wasn't like this thing was going to magically heal overnight. "I'm really sorry," she said, looking over at Oliver as tears started to fill her eyes. She felt like this was all her fault. She didn't know why, but she did. She didn't want him to be mad at her. "Did everything go okay with all that guy?" she asked, looking over at Diggle as he entered the room again, sighing heavily as he began to freak out too. She'd had enough of this for one day.

@ Eros.

Moving out of the club, Rebecca noted how eerie it was without the thumping of the music or the multitude of bodies on the dance floor. It seemed that everyone moved out with haste from the blackout, not that she blamed them. She thanked him for opening her side of the door, sliding in and putting on her seat belt. At this point, it was no surprise that Roy was a gentleman. "It's not far from here. I'll give you the directions," She answered, guiding him to the front door of her apartment. Her father had warned her about having strangers drive her home but that was the last thing on her mind. Rebecca leaned slightly over the console to place a light kiss against Roy's cheek, discreetly placing a piece of paper with her number on it into his chest pocket. "Thank you for everything tonight, seriously," She stated before reaching out to open the car door and disappearing inside of the apartment complex.

--

Kneeling down in front of her, Oliver first poured some of the disinfectant onto a cloth and lightly dabbed it against the wound, cleaning some of the dried blood. It probably stung like hell, but she was doing well so far. He glanced up as her voice reached his ears and noticed the tears starting to form. "There's no need to apologize. This isn't your fault, Char. It's the bastard who stabbed you that is wrong, and we will find him," He countered, furrowing his eyebrows slightly. Reaching up, Oliver wiped some of the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. "Deep breath. I'm going to start closing the wound," He warned then threaded the needle, starting to poke it into her skin. "Yeah, we caught him. Diggle and I were concerned though when you suddenly cut out. Now we know why," He sighed but focused at the task at hand.

@ Dandy Darling;
Roy drove Rebecca to her house, pulling up in front of it and idling. "It's no problem, really. Hopefully your next visit to Verdant will be better," he said with a small chuckle, his cheeks heating up to about a thousand degrees when she leaned over and placed a soft kiss against it. When she got out of his car, he watched her slip inside her apartment, making sure she got in alright. Roy sighed softly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the piece of paper that she had slipped in there. He grinned, seeing that it was her number. Roy hurried back to the club, trying his best not to speed but failing miserably. He made his way down to the club, putting Rebecca's number in his phone as he made his way down the stairs of the hide out. "So what's going on?" he asked, not really paying attention to what was going on before him. He sent a quick "hey, it's Roy" to Rebecca, wanting her to have his number so that he didn't have to worry about it later. Roy finally looked up, his eyes widening when he saw Charlotte. "Damn," he mumbled, sliding his phone into his back pocket.

Charlotte hissed in pain as Oliver began to stitch her, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to focus on anything but what was going on right now. "Here, take these," Diggle said, handing her some pain killers. Charlotte had a low tolerance for alcohol and pain killers. One or two of whatever he was giving her right now would mess her up for hours. "Thanks," she murmured, taking the pills with some water. "What am I going to do," she grumbled, shaking her head and running a hand through her hair. "My whole routine is messed up. I'm going to be so sore, how am I even going to be able to take care of myself." Charlotte shook her head, rubbing her temples. "I don't know how you do it, Olli. You get so many wounds, yet you're never phased." Charlotte wished she could be as tough as Oliver. She wished she could be able to take a stab wound and carry on like nothing had ever happened. Sure, you could always tell Oliver was in a bit of pain by the way he walked sometimes, but he'd never let you know it. It's one of the many things Charlotte admired about him.

@ Eros.

Rebecca moved into her apartment and kicked off her heels with a small sigh. Her feet were aching from all of the dancing and standing all night. Turning on the shower in the bathroom, she heard a bell chime go off and rushed over to her phone on the coffee table. She had practically tripped over her discarded heels in the process, but it was worth it. Rebecca saved his number into her phone with a small smile before responding back to him Hey, Roy. Happy to see you found my little note. I still owe you that drink. Figuring that it was no use waiting by the phone, she shed the rest of her clothes and hopped into the shower. Rebecca had a difficult night, but it seemed that something things had worked out. It was one of the few times she had been able to calm a panic attack without medical assistance. For some reason, he put her at ease, which was rarely simple to do.

--

Oliver internally cringed when he heard the sound of Charlotte in pain, pausing at the sudden cry. "I'm sorry," He automatically stated, hating that he had to do this. Because of her involvement with him, she had to endure this without any morphine or proper medical procedures. It all stemmed back to the first time he ever asked her for a favor. "Roy, what the hell happened?" He questioned, wondering where he had been the entire time. It was odd that Diggle restored the power even though Roy was merely upstairs at the bar, blaming him slightly for Charlotte's injury. "Hey, Char, you're going to get through this. This is just a little bump in the road, but you're going to be fine. Yes, you'll be a little sore, but you've been through worse," He comforted her, continuing on after she downed the pills. A small chuckle came from his lips accompanied by a small shake of the head. "My body is practically scar tissue. I don't feel much," He explained, reflecting on the island's effect on him.

@ Dandy Darling;
Roy frowned when Oliver asked him what happened, rubbing the back of his neck. He knew that this was his fault. He should have had someone taking over his shift, and he should have been down here with Charlotte. Now that he was apart of all of this, he had no business working the bar. "My bartender decided to call in sick last minute. I had to cover, and I was swamped," Roy said, slumping in a nearby chair. "I'm so fucking sorry, Charlie. I would've been down here sooner, but I had so many people freaking out up there. This one girl started having a panic attack, I couldn't just leave her," he said, rubbing his face. He knew one thing, no mater how much he wanted to work the bar, he couldn't do it again. Nope, nuh-uh. Roy felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket, sitting up just enough to reach and get it before sitting back properly. He read the text from Rebecca, chuckling softly. It's a date. He sent, a smug little smirk on his face.

---

Charlotte could feel the effects of the pain killers setting in, looking over at Roy and bursting out into a fit of giggles. "Oh, Roy. Shut up," she said, giggling some more. She looked down and saw that Oliver was finally done stitching her up and was putting a bandage over her wound, huffing as she felt her head start to spin. "Man, I feel funny," she said, standing up once Oliver was done. Charlotte's eyes widened when she stumbled a little, grabbing ahold of Oliver's arm to steady herself. "I'm fine, I'm okay," she said, blinking a few times. "Do we know if they took anything?" Diggle asked, looking through everything. Charlotte leaned against Oliver, the side of her face squished up against the side of his arm. "Your arm is very comfy," she murmured, giggling. Diggle sighed heavily, shaking his head.

@ Eros.

By the time she finished her shower, Roy had responded to her message and was delighted with the response. A small squeal of happiness erupted from her lips as she gave a quick twirl. Let me know when you're free!It seemed that Starling City was already turning out to be better than the dump she had been originally in. Rebecca flipped on the television just in time for the news to come on, featuring the masked vigilante protecting the city. "Weird," She mumbled, listening to the reporter. Apparently, the masked man had prevented some sort of illegal trafficking or something that exposed the corruption of an important figure. At least there was one person looking out for Starling. Rebecca continued to dry her hair with a towel before deciding to turn in for the night. Her body deserved it. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out for the night.

--

Oliver sighed at Roy's response since something far worse could have happened to Charlotte. It was a miracle that the invader had not taken her life but had left her with a stab wound. Whatever the invader had been after was probably gone. "Be careful next time, Roy," He warned, not wanting another repeat of this. Standing up from his crouched position, he finished stitching up the wound and reached his arms out as she stumbled slightly. "Woah, there. Steady," He said, seeing that the painkillers were working. It seemed that Charlotte was a light weight, and it was quite adorable. Turning his attention over to Diggle, Oliver's eyes quickly shifted to Roy since he had no idea. "I'm going to take her back to my home and keep an eye on her. Diggle, why don't you take inventory of things here and make sure nothing has been stolen," He requested. "Uh, thanks. Let's get you to bed though, Char," He chuckled with a small shake of the head. At least she was not feeling the pain.

@ Dandy Darling;
[I'm just gonna skip to the next day, if that's alright with you. ]

Roy sighed heavily as he wiped down the bar, trying to clean up after last night. When he finished making sure nothing was taken, he went straight home and crashed. He didn't even bother cleaning up the club. He wouldn't even be doing it today if it wasn't for the fact that it was Saturday, and they were going to be opening again tonight. Roy sighed heavily, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. Running this club was a lot harder then he expected. This, plus being the red arrow, was seriously beginning to stress him out to the max. He needed some kind of fun in his life. Roy sighed and shook his head, grabbing his keys and deciding that he needed to go to the store to pick up a few things. Roy went out and got in his car, starting it up and heading to the store. He got there a few minutes later, getting out and heading in. He grabbed basket, looking around and putting things in it that he needed. Roy wondered what Rebecca was up to today. He wondered if she was going to come by Verdant again tonight. He doubted it, though. Why would she go to a club two nights in a row? Though, he kind of hoped she did. He'd like to see her again.

---

Charlotte groaned, finally waking up and attempting to roll over. She hissed in pain, realization of what happened last night hitting her. She was kind of hoping that it was all a dream. She slowly cracked open an eye, looking around the room. This wasn't her room... It was Oliver's. Her eye's widened and she slowly sat up, looking around for him. "Oliver?" she called out, her voice thick with sleep. She looked down at herself, raising an eyebrow when she saw that she was only wearing one of his dress shirts. Which was slightly stained with blood, so she was assuming that she bandage desperately needed to be changed. She sighed, making her way to the bathroom and searching for a first-aid kit. "Olli, where are you? I need to change my bandage," she called out again, huffing in frustration when she couldn't find one anywhere. She left his bathroom, walking out of his room and into the hallway. She squealed in surprise when she turned the corner and almost ran into Mrs. Queen, her eyes widening so big they were about to pop out of her head. "O-Oh, Mrs. Queen. I'm s-so sorry," she said, frozen in her place. She didn't know what to say to Oliver's mother or how to explain the fact that she was wearing Oliver's shirt or even looking for a bandage. She was so screwed.

@ Eros.

(That's fine :D )

The following morning, Rebecca woke up and glanced over at the digital clock to read quarter past ten. She groaned while sitting up in the bed, wiping the sleep from her eyes. Job hunting day. Great. Sliding out of the bed, she dragged herself into the kitchen to cook some eggs with a side of toast. Her eyes slid over the local newspaper while eating her breakfast in search of something, anything that would pay decently. Just to get her started off. Rebecca highlighted some things that seemed remotely interesting, but there was nothing that popped. She finished up with her lunch and spent the remainder of the day wandering the city. Unfortunately, Rebecca struck out. Every single place she had visited seemed to have found someone or did not believe she fit the part. She returned back home, feeling utterly depressed. There only seemed to be one thought that could even make her feel a little better: Roy. Would it be odd to visit Verdant just to see him? She mulled over the idea before ultimately deciding to follow her heart. Dressing up once more, Rebecca left the house to stand in line to the entrance to Verdant. The alleyway entrance was enticing, but she had promised never to use it again.

--

Waking up before Charlotte, Oliver went downstairs to make some breakfast and get some more painkillers. What he had not anticipated was his mother still being home. Hearing Charlotte's voice, he quickly started up the stairs with a stray of breakfast foods and a glass of orange juice only to run into his mother. "Oh, good morning, Mom," He greeted with a small smile, realizing how awkward the situation was. Mrs. Queen automatically assumed the worse, considering Charlotte's appearance and her son's track record. "I, uh, my friend needed a place to stay and was recently released from the hospital, so I have to take care of her wounds. Car accident, but she's fine," Oliver lied smoothly, feeling the guilt pooling in his stomach. "And I should really get another bandage to replace the other one," He added on quickly, moving past his mother to enter into his bedroom. Whatever questions she had would have to wait until later.

@ Dandy Darling;
Roy went back to the club with the stuff that he needed, using the back staff entrance. He put everything away that he's bought, stocking the bar again for the crowed he knew that he was going to have tonight. Roy took out his phone and texted Oliver, wondering how Charlotte was doing and if he was going to be coming to the club anytime soon. How's Charlie? Are you two coming here today? he sent, sighing softly and putting his phone back in his pocket. Roy looked up as some people came in, smiling when he saw Rebecca. He hadn't expected her so soon. "Hey," he greeted, walking up to her. "You look great," he said as he took in her appearance. She really did, though. The dress she had on complimented her curves very nicely. Roy was looking forward to spending some time with her and getting to know her better. But he also knew that if Oliver was coming by here, then he was going to have some work downstairs to do.

---

Charlotte quickly followed after Oliver, taking the tray of food from him and sitting down on his rather large, comfy bed. "Go get my bandage, please," she said with a nod, beginning to pick at her food. She was hungry, but not that hungry. She mostly just wanted to get back to the club and see what the damage was, and see if anything was taken. Charlotte was praying that they hadn't taken any of her equipment. Charlotte sighed, stretching out longways across Oliver's bed, on her undamaged side. She kept picking at her food, looking around and examining all of Oliver's stuff. "What are we doing today?" she asked him, knowing he wasn't going to let her out of his sight for a while. Which was totally going to be frustrating, but it was totally okay with her.

@ Eros.

As the line filtered inside of Verdant, Rebecca shortly followed inside and found her eyes darting about the room in search of Roy. It seemed that he had found her first though, watching as he approached her. Even though she had seen him the night before, the same butterflies still remained in her stomach. "Hey," She responded with a smile, letting her eyes rake over him for a moment in return. The casual white-collared shirt made his blue eyes pop and practically entranced her. Verdant definitely knew how to pick its employees. "Thanks, you don't too bad yourself," Rebecca continued on, hoping that they would speak today. Last night had been completely packed, which was good for business, but not for her. "You think it's gonna be a busy night?" She asked, silently hoping for the latter.

--

Oliver nodded and turned to move into the bathroom attached to her bedroom, pulling out the first-aid kit. "Sorry about my mom, Char. I didn't know she would be home this morning," He confessed, sitting down beside her on the bed. Opening up the kit, he started to pull out the necessary tools. "If you could lift up your shirt just a bit for me.." He trailed off, wanting to remove the other bandage. Oliver let out a small sigh since he knew exactly what he needed to do today. The plan for Charlotte, on the other hand, was for her to rest. "I'm going to start investigating who did this to you. You should be resting, because those stitches still haven't healed," He explained with a stern expression. The last thing he needed was for Charlotte to be hurt again because of him.

@ Dandy Darling;
Roy chuckled softly, biting down on his bottom lip as he looked around the club, watching as people filed in. He shrugged some, sighing softly. "I honestly have no idea. It's unpredictable how many people we'll have. But I don't have to worry about it, because I don't have to tend to the bar tonight," he said with a cheesy smile, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Can I get you anything?" he asked her, raising a brow. He could spend his night acting somewhat normal, only if Oliver didn't need his assistance. Sometimes it was so hard trying to be normal and be involved with the Arrow. It was hard keeping secrets from people. It was especially hard trying to explain where he was all the time. Sometimes Roy came up with the lamest excuses because he just couldn't come up with any good ones anymore.

---

Charlotte sighed heavily, unbuttoning a few of the bottom buttons of the shirt, pushing it back over her side so that he could get to her wound. She didn't feel like moving around and what not to lift the shirt up. "Well what am I supposed to do all day? Lay here and suffer? At least let me go see if they took anything," she whined, pouting. "You can't seriously expect me to stay still. Especially here. I'd be way to tempted to see what I can get into," she said with a smirk, eating a piece of fruit. Charlotte was just itching to go through Oliver's things. She was such a nosey person, she just couldn't help it. She liked to know anything and everything.

@ Eros.

Rebecca was pleased to hear that he would not be trapped behind the bar the entire night. Maybe she would finally be able to learn more about Roy. "I mean, just looking at the amount of people now.. It seems like it's going to be even more crowded than the previous night. Looks like you got lucky today," She stated as she glanced behind Roy to see the bartender starting to fill orders. Shifting her stance slightly, Rebecca shook her head with a smile. "No, I'm good for now. Thanks though," She reassured. It was too bad that she could not just grab his hand and pull him onto the dance floor. That would definitely get him fired for not doing his job. A few moments later, Roy's infamous ex-girlfriend, Thea, walked into the club in search of her brother. "Roy, idea where Oli is?" She asked, letting her gaze pause on Rebecca for a moment before returning back to him.

--

Oliver nodded his head since Charlotte would be resting for the day in a perfect world, but he knew that it was impossible for her in reality. "Char, it's for your own good that you just rest," He sighed just as heavily, seeing her resistance. It sent a shiver down his spine at the prospect of her searching through his room, allowing his eye to twitch for a moment. There were some things that Oliver never wished for his own mother to find. "Um, on second thought, maybe it would be better having second opinion," He corrected himself with a small smile, finishing with the bandage change. "Get dressed. You can steal some clothes from Thea," Oliver stated then turned to reach into his closet to produce more a suit. A Queen always had to dress nicely for society.

@ Eros.

@ Dandy Darling;
Roy looked around the club and nodded, seeing as it was definifely filling up quickly and it was still early. Roy wished he didn't have to be working right now, so that he could spend the night hangout fully with Rebecca and getting to know her better. Roy raised an eyebrow when he saw Thea walk into the club, biting down on his lower lip hard. He hadn't seen her in a long time. Roy rubbed the back of his neck, looking between the two girls and shrugging some, a "I could know but I'm not telling you" smile making its way on to his face. "I'm not sure. He could be home, he could be at the office, he could be with Charlotte. I believe he took her home with him last night. So the possibilities are endless," he said with a smirk, not really in the mood for Thea and whatever it is she wants right now. All he wanted to do was talk to Rebecca.

---

Charlotte grinned getting up and setting her tray on the table in his room before going down the hall to Thea's. She shifted through the back of her closet, looking for something she probably wouldn't miss. Once Charlotte found something, she squeezed it on, her eyes widening slightly as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was one of the most loose fitted looking dresses she could find, yet it still managed to be tight. Maybe her and Thea weren't the same size after all. Charlotte shrugged, putting on her shoes from last night and walking into Oliver's room. "We may look the same size, but my ass is like sixty times fatter," she huffed, shaking her head as she continued to pull at the dress and looking at herself in Oliver's mirror. She turned around, finally noticing that Oliver was shirtless and in the middle of buttoning up his pants. "I guess I could've knocked," she said, biting down hard on her bottom lip, smiling innocently.

@ Voskos

Thea narrowed her eyes slightly since she knew Roy too well, easily able to catch him in a lie. There was something that he was not completely admitting to her. Rebecca's eyes flickered between him and the beautiful girl, wondering what was happening. Her thoughts started to wander to the possibilities of their relationship. Possibly boyfriend and girlfriend or just friends? Hopefully, for Rebecca, just friends. "Well, I already checked home, and he wasn't there so. Looks like Oli is just MIA," She crossed her arms over her chest with a sigh before walking off. Thea figured that he was off with Charlotte partying or something, which her mind did not want to ponder. Rebecca watched as Thea sauntered away, running a hand through her hair. There was no way she had a chance against her. "Girlfriend?" She asked while jerking her head in the direction.

--

When Charlotte had left the room, Oliver started rummaging through his closet and pulled out a fresh set of clothes. It was a classic pair of black slacks with a dark blue collared shirt to match, bringing out the blues of his eyes. He pulled on the slacks and started to button them up when the door burst open with Charlotte. Used to the lack of privacy, he barely jumped and glanced over in her direction. His eyes paused for a moment longer than he had realized, taking in her appearance. "It's fine. I didn't have much privacy the past couple of years anyway," Oliver admitted, starting to work on buttoning his shirt. "And you don't have a fat ass, Char. It's perfect," He continued on but did not realize what he had said until it left his mouth. Clearing his throat, he finished up with the last button. "Anyway, I wanted to swing by Diggle's and see if he lifted any prints last night."