Re: log: flash/felicity hang at the lab Did MJ know? Gwen did, and that was probably all that was necessary. The information between those two girls flowed back and forth, like the kind of friendship that survived secrets, where the bodies were buried and really terrible fashion choices.
"So 'sprung on' accounted for the floor show at the lake?" She leaned her shoulder back into the tank and the tequila didn't, as far as Felicity knew, make Flash talkative. He just was. "Honestly? I think a party's a good idea, I just think with that meet-up in the rear-view, awkward might be handing out the party favors. And I'm not in anyone's best books right now."
There was a pause. She watched Reaper float like he was harmless and she looked at the team-mate who was broken up over thinking he'd made choices for someone else, which was achingly close to being a good guy straight out of the movies. And if he was worried about his back? It occurred to her that dirt could be found on anyone. Especially if they were joining a team of renegades.
"I went to see my father. He's still upstate. He tried to arrange a deal and I left."