Oliver Queen does not wear tights (dl_greenarrow) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-07-14 22:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | chloe sullivan, oliver queen/green arrow |
Talking. (Chloe)
Who: Oliver Queen & Chloe Sullivan
What: Talking things out.
When: The morning of his hangover.
Where: Watchtower.
Warnings: Angst, probably. It's Chlollie.
His head was going to explode. He was pretty certain of that. Why, oh why, hadn't he taken Lois's very sound advice about not mixing drinks the previous night? Christ, he was dumb sometimes. And he was sure that Chloe--the one from back home, that is--would happily be releasing a rabid dog on his ass once more. He rubbed a hand over his face and sank down a little farther on the sofa.
To top things off, he hadn't slept much. Which didn't help with the pounding in his head. What he wanted was to take a few sedatives and pass out for the next twelve hours. But the Chloe from this world was on her way back and she wanted to talk, so he settled for sipping the coffee from the mug he was holding, and shutting his eyes for the time being.
At least he hadn't thrown up.