Picture this: Lance painting Red’s nails blue to create a bond with her. He starts to sing Lady Gaga, Beyonce,(…) and when Keith comes back to Red she starts to play Bad Romance and telling him that he should paint his nails blue because “the boys” love it
(Hi, it's me!) Digg walking in on Olicity and then having a meeting about lair rules (wow that's sounding a lot more than a drabble but I WANT IT PLEASE!)
“What’s up, Digg?” Felicity asks, plopping down on her swivel chair as Oliver places himself next to her on her desk.
Digg places his arms akimbo in front of them, appearing tall and powerful with his serious expression, towering over her.
Felicity grins. He looks so pretty.
“What I saw last week was unacceptable. I honestly couldn’t sleep that night.”
Felicity tilts her head back to look at Oliver, who’s already looking at her with slightly wide eyes.
“Look, I’m happy that you two are finally together and all that, I really am, but we need boundaries.”
“Boundaries,” Felicity repeats.
“Yes,” Digg says meaningfully. “No kissy face in the Arrowcave. In fact, nothing sexual or couple-y.”
Her face heats up at his blunt words.
“Feeling left out?” Oliver jests.
“Feeling grossed out,” he corrects. “Let’s think of this place as sacred ground, okay?” He motions to the space in front of him, fingers spread out, hands moving like he’s scratching records. (She bets it would sound terrible.)
“Okay,” she agrees. “But only if no more Lady GaGa.”