Who: Oliver Queen and Chloe Sullivan What: A plan to meet for coffee goes horribly, horribly wrong. Where: Some coffee shop. When: Tuesday late night/early Wednesday morning Warnings: So many warnings. Angst, violence, adult content, bad language, sexual situations, possible torture. Fun times!
He'd been a little surprised when Chloe had suggested they meet for coffee after he got done patrolling that night. So after swinging by Watchtower to change out of his leathers and into regular clothes, he made his way down the street, grimacing a little. It was still very hot in Lawrence, and now it was muggy, to boot. He missed Star City's impeccable weather. And a lot of other things about it, but there was no use mourning for it when Star City didn't even actually exist in this dimension. Still, maybe Zatanna and Dick had the right idea, heading for some place cooler for awhile. He'd mention it to Chloe, but he was pretty sure she wouldn't go for it.
Not only was she not a fan of cold weather, but taking a trip together would certainly signal to others that something more was going on than they were letting on, and that definitely wasn't part of her plan. Which really shouldn't surprise him. If he was in her shoes, he wasn't sure he'd want other people to know there was anything more than friendship and teamwork going on between them either. Sighing softly as he walked, he glanced up at the moon, noting that there was a slight haze around it, making it look almost eerie. At least it wasn't the full moon anymore, he thought, lifting his hand in a wave as he spotted Chloe, sipping a cup of coffee as she lounged in a chair on the sidewalk outside the cafe. Looked like she had made it just in time for her nightly fix, considering the lights inside had already been dimmed.