"I challenge, you, Oliver Queen, to a drinking contest."

Oliver raised his eyebrow at Sara.

"Really?"

Sara nodded, a smirk firm in place.

Oliver shrugged.

"Bartender!"

...

Sara won.

...

"I need candy," Oliver whined.

Sara snorted.

Oliver walked over to her and slapped her (1).

Sara raised an eyebrow.

"I want candy!" Oliver screamed like a child.

Sara grabbed her phone.

She got her camera on and tried to train it onto Oliver.

But where was he?

Suddenly, she felt something smash into her head (2).

"You monster!" was also screamed into her ear (3).

Ouch.

"Why do you hate me?"

Sara turned to him, eyebrow raised.

"I don't hate you, Ollie."

He copied her stance, somehow looking like the boy version of her.

"Why am I a monster?" she said.

He shrugged. "Why do you murder little children?"

Sara snorted.

"What little child have I harmed?"

"Me!" Suddenly, he lunged at her, completely out of nowhere.

He managed to sock her in the nose (4).

Sara clutched her nose, trying desperately to control the anger flooding her veins.

Then she realized what he had said.

She laughed as she fell on the floor, the pain in her nose forgotten.

"I... wasn't aware..."

Oliver kicked her (5).

"I'm bored," he whined.

Sara rolled her eyes.

She sat up and turned away.

She rubbed the spot where he had kicked her until she heard a loud noise.

She turned to see Oliver passed out on the floor, looking peaceful.

She laughed.