"So, no matter what you need me for, no matter who or what you're facing, I will not let you down." ~ Oliver Queen, "One Call Away"
Three months after defeating Prometheus, Oliver Queen's life has improved for the better. His team is in top conditio...
"Oh, please," Lena rolled her eyes. "There are probably worse men you could go with."
Laurel tilted her head back and forth. "Chase," she finally said before making a show of sticking out her tongue.
"No," Kara walked out of the dressing room, and Lena's eyebrows shot up when she saw her storm out in the emerald dress she had vehemently protested against . . . and now wore like a queen, she thought, seeing Laurel do a double take as well. "Do not even joke about that. We don't speak of that . . . jerk . . . person ever again."
"Wow," Lena blinked, still surprised.
"You kill in that color," Laurel grinned, folding her arms. "You're getting that dress."
"Really?" Kara sighed, turning to look in the mirror, only to blink. "Oh," she tilted her head, considering how she looked. "Actually . . . "
"Told you," Laurel smirked smugly.
"Fine, emerald it is," Kara sighed, turning around, but there was a pleased look on her face, too. "Thank you, Lena."
"Of course," Lena waved a hand. "It's my fundraiser you could potentially get killed at. Might as well spoil you while I can."
"Thanks for reminding me," Kara drooped slightly, walking over to her purse and pulling out her phone.
"Hey," Laurel walked over, putting her hand on Kara's shoulder. "We're not going to let that happen, OK? We promised, and we're going to keep it."
"Samantha died keeping it," Kara mumbled.
"And Henshaw is going to pay for what he did," Laurel vowed. "You're not the only one hurting because of her death, Kara."
Kara blew out her breath, closing her eyes. "I want this to end," she said, her voice cracking. "And I want it to end now."
"The fundraiser's tonight, so it's sooner than you think," Lena stood, putting her hand on Kara's other shoulder. "Mother will get what she deserves, Kara. Hell, Oliver will probably deliver her head to you on a platter if you ask him to."
Kara's lips quirked in a grin. "He probably would."
"Are you kidding?" Laurel snorted. "There's no probably, Kara. He just would."
Kara couldn't help but smile more. "I have the best boyfriend."
"Yes, you do," Lena chuckled, patting her on the back. "Go get changed, I'll pay for the dresses."
(I don't usually interrupt in the middle of a chapter, but these are the dresses Kara and Laurel are getting.)
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