"We are family!"

Oliver groaned.

Who knew a drunk Felicity could be this hyper!?!?

It all started a few hours ago...

...

"You know, I've never actually seen you drunk," Felicity mused.

"That's 'cause I have a high tolarence and I try to avoid getting drunk," Oliver said as he scanned the crowd around them.

It was another mission when OverWatch was out in the field, and Felicity couldn't say she hated it.

"I dare you, Oliver Queen, to join me in a drinking contest."

Oliver snapped his eyes back to her.

"That's a really bad idea," he warned, but her mind was made up.

In college, she had developed a high tolarence.

There was no way she could lose.

...

And yet she did.

...

"How high of a tolerance do you think you have?" Oliver asked her.

"At least 6 shots," she said.

"I can go higher than ten," Oliver muttered.

She didn't hear him.

"Can we get 15 shots?" Oliver asked.

The bartender shrugged.

He poured them and handed them to Oliver.

"You ready?" he asked.

Felicity nodded.

...

(5 shots later...)

...

"How... are... you... still... standing?" Felicity muttered as she swayed in her seat.

Oliver chuckled as he picked her up and carried her to his car.

He lay her in the backseat.

She smiled.

"You're really strong," she muttered sleepily.

Oliver chuckled again.

"And you're really cute," he muttered against her ear. He knew she was too drunk to remember anything.

...

As Oliver drove them back to his place, he was thanked by her light snores.

He smiled despite himself.

She was so adorable.

He wished so bad that... well, he didn't know.

All he knew was how bad he wanted her.

...

Oliver grunted.

Felicity was heavier than she looked (it's ridiculous that Barry/Oliver can lift up anyone and make it look easy).

When he finally managed to get her bridal-style in his arms, he sighed in relief.

Then she woke up again.

He didn't know how she was still drunk.

"Hi!" she said as she stared above her and made eye contact with Oliver.

Oliver chuckled breathlessly as he carried her toward the doors of his mansion.

"Your house is so big..."

Oliver looked down at her eyes, so big and curious, he couldn't help it.

He kissed her cheek.

She smiled at him and shifted so she could lean up and kiss his mouth.

She leaned up, but Oliver stopped her.

"If you want to when you're sober," he said. Felicity groaned.

"But that's in forever!"

Oliver laughed.

...

When he laid her in his bed, she yawned.

"Thank you, Ollie," she said.

Oliver smiled and nodded.

He turned to walk away, but she stopped him.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" she asked with those adorable puppy eyes.

"Of course," Oliver relented immediately.

He sat with her until she fell asleep, and then just watched her for a while.

"I hope you feel the same tomorrow," he whispered before heading toward the guest room.