Re: log: flash/felicity hang at the lab
"And that's why my visits are strictly supervised." Felicity shot a look in the direction of the tank at the alien who was even more unhappy about the prospect of sonic shit than she was. It didn't matter, it wasn't going to happen. If luck wouldn't bail her out and it had held out so far, there was no way she was getting up close and friendly with the alien bobbing in the water. That? was Flash's super-power.
But she cocked an eyebrow as he downed the shot and she didn't say anything when she poured another. The alien drinking was a terrible idea but Flash looked like he could use a few terrible ideas for a test drive. She poured two, and she picked her own path back from the table scattered with implements that she deliberately didn't look at, and when she sat, she passed him the bottle.
"No. I was in the city." She didn't say which, because they all knew and she didn't say why. She thought he wanted to talk and she had a test-tube within her fingers and she threw it back and swallowed hard. "Tell me now."