Oliver was at The Verdant and bored out of his mind. You'd think a vigilante would never be bored, by you'd be wrong.

He sighed. What in the world was he supposed to do?

Suddenly, a young brunette walked in. He was tall, and looked like he wasn't even twenty.

He walked over to Oliver, and sat down. "Can I get some shots?" he asked. The bartender behind Oliver stared at the young male. "ID," he answered. The guy rolled his eyes. He pulled out his ID, and Oliver saw that the guy was 26. Damn. He also read the name. Bartholomew Henry Allen.

The bartender nodded and lined some up. Bartholomew drank them straight, but he didn't look even remotely buzzed.

How did he have that kind of tolerance?

"Whatcha staring at?" Bartholomew asked. Oliver looked up to see Bartholomew looking at him. Oliver blushed.

"Listen, I know I look young, but I'm a forensic scientist for CCPD. I'm also, twenty-six, which you already know, and my name is Bartholomew, but you can call me Barry. Now, any other questions?"

Oliver couldn't help it, he burst out laughing. Barry quickly followed.

"I'm sorry," he choked. "I just had a terrible day, and I can't get drunk." He immediately put a hand over his mouth.

"Why?" Oliver asked.

"I have a super fast metabolism," Barry replied.

Oliver chuckled.

"Well, I'm probably going to have to go soon-" He was cut off as his phone started to ring.

"Speak of the Devil..." he muttered, and ran off into the club. Oliver wondered if he'd ever see him again.

...

The next time Oliver saw Barry, he was at the police station, and was being released for another 'fake' vigilante charge.

"What are you doing here?" Oliver asked. "I'm gathering information about the vigilante. What about you?"

Oliver didn't know why, but his hands suddenly started to get sweaty.

"That's really ironic. I'm just getting out because they keep accusing me of being 'The Hood'," Oliver said. Barry laughed.

"Well, hopefully they wouldn't make that mistake again," Barry said. He turned around to leave, but Oliver put a hand on his shoulder. He twisted it, and brought Barry to face him again.

Then he kissed him.

Barry kissed back.

When Oliver broke away, he and Barry exchanged numbers.