Wed Night/Early Thursday Who: Oliver and Harley What: Drinking, mind games, hot tubing Where: Pool Room When Wednesday very late/early Thursday morning Rating: R+ for language and ??? Status: Ongoing Notes: Spoilers for 5x09 of Arrow
Finding the pool didn't take Oliver particularly long- but actually convincing himself it was a good move to go in and share a bottle of Vodka with Harley took a little longer. To be frank, if he had been in a better headspace, he likely wouldn't have. But after what he'd just gone through- after what he'd just done... he was willing to nurture his self destructive side for the moment.
He'd luckily found a pair of swimming trunks in his assigned room. They were festively green, but Oliver simply took a gulp from the large bottle of Yamskaya vodka and changed into them. There was also a large silver bucket filled with crushed ice and a pair of glasses sitting on the table as he was about to leave. Oliver wasn't sure if he should feel reassured or creeped out. Frankly he wasn't in a position to care.
Entering the large pool area, Oliver had to say he was impressed. The Hotel was certainly beautiful, a bit like how the hotel in the Shining was. He could only hope things ended up better for himself and the other residents than it had for the Torrence family. Headily into the secluded area at the rear of the room, Oliver set down the icebucket and came to sit on the edge of the hot tub, immersing his legs in the water. The hot tub was hotter than he had expected, closer to a steaming bath than the sort of tepid hot tubs he'd encountered during his misadventures as a young man. The air felt particularly cold against his skin, his hard, muscular torso laced with scars, burns and other marks from his years on the Island. He poured himself some Vodka into one of the two glassed which sat chilling in the ice bucket alongside the bottle. He leaned back, looking up at the exquisite tilework of the ceiling above, as he sipped the bitter alcohol. Everything he'd done in over the past four and a half years flooded through his mind, as he considered what he'd actually achieved as the Green Arrow- whether he truly had evolved from a brutal murderer into something more... into a hero like Kara or Barry. He wasn't sure...