Laurel Lance, Fucking Nerd
1968 words, gen, rated PG-13 for swearing, warnings for mentions of alcoholism and drug addiction. Written because Katie Cassidy said in an interview once that she thinks Laurel watches Felicity so she can learn and use all the computer systems. Also because she’s back and I love her so have her nerdy story, told in four parts.
“How did you afford this place?” Thea asks one day when she’s bringing in the mail. It’s something that never occurred to her, but really, Laurel’s place—Laurel’s and her place now—is actually really nice. And Thea might have turned Verdant mostly successful, but that was publicity and manipulation, not necessarily money smarts. But Laurel bought this place when she was working at CNRI and making a pittance and it’s a really nice apartment if you ignore the multiple crowbar marks around the front door.
And come to think of it, she always has really nice clothes, too.
“Hmm?” Laurel asks, not looking up from the files she’s got spread out over the dining room table. She even has reading glasses perched on her nose like some kind of sexy librarian.
“This condo. It’s pretty sweet. How’d you afford it?”
“Payoff from Sara,” Laurel says, and Thea’s stomach twists. “Well, partially. I used that to pay for law school since your mother insisted I take it.”
“Where’d the rest of it come from? Your dad?”
“Dad’s not great with money. I set up a stock portfolio, played some odds, diversified it before the market dropped so I only took a minor hit. The rest I bundled away.” Laurel scribbles something on a legal pad.
“You…played the stock market and made enough to buy yourself a condo.”
“It’s not difficult. Patterns and research.” Now Laurel does look up. “Are you looking for tips? I could set up some things for you. It would be good to have a rainy day fund, at the very least since I know being a campaign assistant doesn’t pay that well.”