smoakygirl (smoakygirl) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-25 00:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, felicity smoak, oliver queen (green arrow) |
Who: Oliver Queen and Felicity
When: End of July
Where: Oliver's office
What: Discussing job stuff
Rating/Warning: Low / none
Status: Complete
A/N: Spoke to Snipe as I was worried about having worked on this and then not getting the points, so I've tied it up at the end and here it is :-) Thanks Snipe! *hugs*
To get started, Ollie had laid out a lot of the brochures, which weren’t really great, that he’d made up when Just Play got started, along with some of the info from the recent scholarship benefit he’d tried to organize on his own. Admittedly, that hadn’t gone all that badly or anything, but it could have been a LOT smoother, and he WAS interested in expanding. He hoped that Felicity from the valarnet could help with that by getting him online.
Right now, he had a few minutes before she got here to discuss specifics so he took a minute to spin around in his chair a couple of times, for the hell of it. Life had gotten weird again lately, with Marguex actually greeting him in perfect Latin last night when he’d gone out to visit her, there was the fact his newest sidekick was a ghost, his little sister now knew about the superhero thing...
Everything was kind of crazy and to deal with? Sometimes you had to go a little crazy yourself so... He spun around for the hell of it. Why not, right?
Felicity arrived at the destination Oliver had given her with time to spare. She really had no idea what to expect from this, but she wasn’t one to shy away from surprises or challenges. She eyed the door and took a deep breath, shuffled her skirt down her legs and adjusted her glasses to make sure she looked presentable. She pushed her hair behind her ear and raised her hand to knock on the door, pausing for a second as she saw movement through the glass panel. She stepped up to the glass and watched the man inside swivelling around and around on his chair. She giggled, then covered her mouth with her hand, fearing it would be loud enough to be heard through the door.
“It figures I’d get caught.” Ollie joked, bringing the chair to a stop when he heard the giggles. “Hi, I’m Oliver Queen, Ollie’s fine, and I’m incredibly immature when I think I’m alone. It’s good to meet you anyway, and I really hope it doesn’t put you off?” he tried, flashing a grin at her. “Welcome to my HQ, as much of one as I can call it.” There were a few computers lined up on the tables with open spreadsheets on one, a box with some sports equipment donations in the corner, and not a lot else so far. Most of the funds had gone into the program itself, so far.
“Come on in and I can pretend I’m an adult.” he added, only half joking on that part.
“Why? It’s nice to see a boss who’s not afraid to act like a kid,” Felicity said without thinking as she entered the room, then realised what she’d said and froze in her steps. “Not that you are...a kid, that is,” she winced, trying to save it. This was not how she wanted a first meeting to go. “I just mean...that you’re...youthful and it’s refreshing to see a boss who’s not stuffy and...oh god!” She stopped, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “Hi, I’m Felicity Smoak,” she held out her hand. “Please don’t fire me before hiring me,” she smiled, half-serious, half-joking.
“People tend to tell me that I need an adult. People a whole lot younger.” Ollie figured he might as well be honest here, and laughed. “No worries, really. Most bosses are. Before I was here, I had my industry thing going and you wouldn’t believe how old everybody seemed. Even the interns.” He was glad he’d gotten rid of the diamond company, really, in the end.
“So no firing, trust me. I’m glad this isn’t going to get weird or anything, trust me.”
Felicity sighed in relief at his response, glad that her bumbling mouth wasn't putting him off talking to her. "So uh...what is it you do then?"
“Well, I was hoping to get a professional looking webpage out of this.” Ollie explained. “I can run some of our materials so far, by you. It’s all relatively amateur looking, but Just Play donates sports equipment to schools that are in need, and sponsor scholarships for outstanding student athletes. We’ve only been up for less than a year, but had our first scholarship awards happen last year. I”m looking to expand but that’s not going to happen unless I’ve got a better web presence started up. I was thinking something streamlined but beyond that...” He shook his head. “I’m a little out of date on how you do that kind of thing.”
Felicity looked over the material in front of her, carefully considering what he was showing her. She picked up a magazine in one hand and some literature about the scholarship in the other. “Right so you want to create an online presence that promotes your charity events and scholarship programme, am I right?”
“Exactly.” Ollie nodded. “Ideally. I’d like to reach out, maybe partner with some local athletes to get some support for it. I’d talked to Peeta Melark among other people in the past. Our local Olympians seem to have a really good understanding of that kind of thing. I was a lot luckier so I never had to struggle to get to shoot my arrows. But with other people...I know it’s not so easy.”
And boy did he know THAT one. It wasn’t easy when your sport required all the special things needed either. “The thing is, a lot of times that sport is what can help somebody get to college, and out of whatever they’re stuck in, but if they end up working too much to pay for everything else... Well, what is college for really but to study, find yourself, and do what you love? If I can get a few more kids there, I would really like that.”
It was something he could do at least.
Felicity watched him and smiled as he talked, it was nice to hear someone speak who was passionate about something. Shaking her head slightly, she refocused her thoughts. Sure he was charming and attractive but she was here in a professional guise. “Cool, that sounds do-able,” she nodded, picking up another leaflet. “So something that explains the ethos of what you’re wanting to accomplish and also deals with outreach and communication between professional athletes and aspiring ones,” she tried to break it down to basics. She could build on basics after she looked through all the material.
“Pretty much.” Ollie agreed, glad that she was able to translate the basic idea so well. And she was pretty adorable, really, he thought. If he wasn’t attached and deeply in love... But he bit back that thought, since it was wrong and everything. She was just adorable was all it was. He should try to see if anybody among his friends was interested and if she’d go for it, or even was interested. For all he knew, she was attached and everything. But he’d give it some thought later on. Not right now though.
“We do have our logo.” And he displayed a larger copy of that than the one on the brochure, where random letters of the name ‘Just Play’ had been drawn to resemble various pieces of sports equipment. It was cute and hopefully not terribly distracting. And most of it was green.
“And I can definitely find more information on anything we might want to put up there. I’ve been trying to keep it organized.” Mostly.
“That’s cute,” Felicity commented as she looked at the logo. “Yeah, I can do this,” she grinned as she turned to look up at him, swallowing thickly as she became aware of his proximity and his sheer masculine presence. She wasn’t a tall girl and Oliver Queen seemed to tower over her which took her breath away when she noticed it. Shaking her head, she focussed her eyes back on the information in front of them. “So uh...you got any preferences? Colours? Fonts? Styles?” she asked, words tumbling out of her mouth as she tried to get her mind back on track and away from his...great arms.
“Green’s tending to be a thing with me lately.” Ollie confessed, eyedarting a little. It might not be a great idea to keep using it with the whole Green Arrow thing, but he’d already admitted to being him last year and everything so, it wasn’t like he’d been subtle then. Maybe he wished he had now, but there was no going back, was there. “Fontwise, I’m really not sure what’s going on there.” He admitted, “The only fonts I really know are stuck back in the middle ages. I do a little bit of re-enacting, but I don’t think the medieval tapestry look’s what we’re going for here.” he added, grinning. Was she nervous about something? She seemed to be, which was kind of weird. Then again, interview and all. He figured that it was to expected, probably.
“Yeah, maybe the whole Medieval approach of ‘take from the rich and give to the poor’ isn’t the right way to go about it,” Felicity joked, making the mistake of looking up at him again which flustered her. “So green, green is good, green means go, means...donate,” she rambled, wincing when she got to the end of her sentence. “Something modern, green and informative,” she nodded as she checked each of the categories off in her head.
“Excellent” Ollie agreed. “But yeah, Robin Hood and I have this thing that just isn’t gonna work here.” Actually, Robin Hood and Ollie were topics he wanted to avoid thinking TOO Much about since Clint had shot him on Halloween when they’d been under the weird spell that made him think he was the sheriff and Clint was Robin Hood.
“Green though, money. That’s helpful. And soothing. And it speaks to my uh... weird hippie tendencies.” Hippie? More like HipSTER but nobody was saying that yet.
Felicity laughed at that. “Really? Hippie? I’m not sure I believe that,” she teased.
“Well, there’ve been jokes about it before. More when I had an ironic beard for a while there.” Ollie answered, laughing too. “And I was vegan for a while, which was slightly crazy and judgmental without me even realizing I was doing it. I was really stupid in my late twenties.” he added, shaking his head a little. “And I like me better now that I’m not posing.”
"Posing? Ok, now I'm regretting not coming here sooner," Felicity teased with a smile. "And vegan?" she gave him a confused look.
“Oh yeah.” Ollie grinned. “I’ve got my share of THAT kind of posing too. Probably way too much but the money was good and I wanted to make it doing something other than the job Mommy and Daddy handed me. But no. I was a psuedo hippie for a while there. Full vegan and everything else. Which lasted until the next Memorial Day barbeque. These days, about the only thing I do in that vein is badmouth corporate coffee places, and the archery deal. Bullets being too mainstream and all.” he teased, eyes sparkling. He liked this woman. He liked her a lot.
"Oh really? I think I'll be clogging up Google's servers tonight looking for pictographic evidence," Felicity grinned. She was pretty sure she wasn't supposed to be flirting with her boss, but it just seemed to happen and it seemed to be going well. From a career point of view that was...she seemed to be setting herself up for heartbreak personally but she'd think about that later. "Hey! No knocking my coffee now, it's a hacker's Ambrosia," she pretended to be insulted with a pout as she looked up at him over the top of her glasses before grinning. "So why archery? It's a little...medieval," she mused.
“You wouldn’t be the first.” He grinned. “I’ve got quite the checkered, quite hilarious past going on. Remind me to mention some of the weird corporate stuff I’ve gotten myself roped into.” he added, though really, the condom sponsorship was the only one that was REALLY all that bad. The posing for various skin mags, well... He was fine with those even now, if a little jealous of his hot, much younger self.
“Oh just the corporate kind.” he assured her, “Trust me any other coffee’s pretty much my best friend too. Coupled with weird add ins. “ You never wanted to go get coffee with Ollie Queen if you weren’t weird. Seriously.
“Well, archery was there, I guess, to start, at school.” he mused. “I kind of had this Robin Hood fantasy thing going on when I got sent off and everything. Like I was leaving my family home to go on some kind of weird quest to save the world. When I found out the gym teacher was cool with letting us play with weapons...I kind of got obsessed.” And good. “And then I qualified for the real events and...it’s amazing, the way it feels when you let an arrow fly.” he continued, a stupid smile crossing his face. “Knowing that it’s entirely beyond your control now, but that you had a great set up for it. There’s a lot to be said for having something I was able to take total charge of. Archery’s like that for me I guess. The medieval parts came later on, after the Olympics. Turns out I look really good in tights.”
She gazed up at him, enthralled, as he was talking, speaking about archery with such passion that she was on the verge of asking him to show her. Until he mentioned tights...she did a double take and looked up at him over the rim if her glasses. "Tights?" she ran her eyes down his body and back up again as she tried to imagine it. "Now you're pulling my leg," she grinned.
“Well, they’re actually hose.” Ollie admitted, grinning. “And I own and wear them. But it’s all part of the game. I promise I don’t wear them to work or anything.” he added. “Now THAT would get weird.”
Being Ollie Queen or around him got pretty weird in general lately. Even so...
Felicity stared at him while biting her lip for a seconds, imagining him arriving at the office in an outfit akin to Robin Hood with bright green tights. She was trying to repress the giggle the sight elicited and had to cover her mouth with a hand to hide the growing smile.
“Yeah, trust me. Its one of the tamer examples you see hanging around ren faire.” Ollie tried to defend himself but he was snickering too. It was sort of hard not to when you really imagined it. And the actual results? Those were hilarious too. Seriously.
"Oh my god, I need pictures!" Felicity laughed, clapping her hands together. Then tried to restrain herself, she was sure laughing at her prospective boss was a terrible idea. Then again, thinking about running her hands along his arms was probably a no go too. She shook her head to try and get her thoughts back on track. "Sorry, sorry," she cleared her throat. "Anyway, website..."
“Yeah. definitely.” Ollie agreed, smirking. “I’ll see if I can dredge anything up.” Maybe the calendar they’d put out last year. He’d made a group shot for November so there was that. Running her hands along his arms? That was a thought that wouldn’t have ocurred to him really. Clutching them, maybe.
It was probably a good thing he was taken, or there might be very unprofessional stuff going down in the future.
“Right website.” he agreed.
"So, website promoting the charity and outreach programs, anything else you'd like?" Felicity asked, focussing her mind on the task at hand and away from Bad Felicity thoughts. She could do this...right?