Title: Chlollie Holiday Mini Fics Part 5/6
Summary: A series of holiday run ins between Chloe and Oliver from season 6 and on.
Characters: Chloe, Oliver
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
This part written for miss_morrygan
Prompts: New Years Eve, Hangover
Thanks place in season 9
Chloe slowly opened her eyes… the room was spinning and her head felt like someone had taken to it with a sledgehammer. She groaned loudly and gripped the side of her head as she forced herself into a sitting position.
The sudden change in position caused the mild nausea she had been feeling since she woke up moments before to kick into high and after only a few seconds she found herself running as fast as she could manage to the bathroom.
After she emptied her stomach, she leaned back against the nearest wall and tightly shut her eyes praying for the room to stop spinning around her.
This in Oliver's fault she thought bitterly as another round of nausea had her leaning forward and praying to the porcelain gods once more the whole time promising that she was going to make that playboy jackass pay…
"This is a very bad idea, Ollie," Chloe said as she watched him place two bottles of tequila on the small table in front of her, followed by two shot glasses, a salt shaker, and a plate of already sliced lemons.
"Lighten up Sidekick, it's New Year's Eve."
"So it being New Year's Eve mandates that I have to participate in a night of excessive drinking," she asked her eyebrows raised and a small smirk stretched across her lips. "Don't you have a party at the Ace of Clubs to go to tonight, I mean you wouldn't want to let down all the women waiting there to throw themselves at you."
Oliver sighed deeply, "Chloe, I have no desire to spend my evening with anyone but you."
She tried not to smile at his words but couldn't manage to stop herself.
"I just wanted you to have some fun," he admitted sheepishly. "You haven't exactly been… chipper lately."
Chloe closed her eyes and tried to find the words to deny his claim, but knew she couldn't. He was right… she hadn't had any fun recently, in fact for the last few months her life had pretty much sucked in fact the last few years had pretty much sucked.
"Come on Sidekick, when's the last time you had some fun?" He pressed as if he could see her resolve weakening.
She closed her eyes and tried to remember, and cringed slightly when she realized she had no idea. It had really been years at this point. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"Well?" he asked expectantly his eyes hopeful.
She grabbed one of the bottles and poured herself a shot and downed it without even going through the process of the salt and lemon. She choked slightly as it went down but quickly recovered.
"Well sit down already," she said with a small smile, "there's no way I'm drinking alone."
"That a girl," he teased sitting down beside her on the couch.
He poured himself a shot as well and downed it just like she had.
They continued on for awhile drinking and telling each other stories of their wild youths, her about all her misadventures with the meteor infected, and him with tales of his many youthful intercessions.
"You've got to be kidding me?" she said as she tried to catch her breath, "You did not actually fall for some girl using the 'Varsity Blues cover my lady business in whip cream ploy' I mean seriously Ollie, what were you thinking?"
"I was thinking that there was a hot naked girl in front of me begging me to lick whip cream off of her," he defended.
"So what happened next?" she asked her eyes sparkling.
"What you want details? I didn't realize that was your kind of thing Sidekick." he teased.
"Don't even try it, all the other stories you have told me so far end with you getting caught with your pants around your ankles."
"Okay so that might have happened this time too, only this time it was her father who caught us," he said sheepishly but still grinning.
Chloe began to giggle.
"Hold on not so funny, my pants were still literally around my ankles."
At that Chloe began to laugh harder.
"So when her dad sees us, he charges at me and I try to get away but the guy is fast and with my state of attire I end up falling face first onto the floor," as he finishes the story Chloe began to laugh at full force grabbing her sides and bending over as she gasps for breath.
"What about you?" he asks when she finally calms down.
"What do you mean?" she asks her eyes wide.
"Come on you've gotta have a few good caught in the act stories."
Her laughter stopped abruptly and she cleared her throat. "Not really," she admitted softly. She leaned forward and poured them each another shot. She picked them up and handed one to him, "down the hatch," she joked downing hers quickly.
Oliver took the glass from her extended hand and did the same, "you know you're not gonna get out of answering me that easily," he told her with a smirk.
"I'm serious, never been caught in the act. Jimmy was very… held back and private about sex. There was never really an opportunity to be caught."
"Okay well maybe not with Jimmy, but with someone else?"
"Jimmy is the only person that I've ever… been with… like that," she felt her cheeks grow very warm at her confession.
"What?" Oliver shook his head in disbelief, "how is that even possible?"
"Well I just… I met Jimmy for the first time when I was sixteen, he was my first, obviously, and then when I met him again a few years later, we picked back up where we left off, and since he died there obviously hasn't been anyone else."
"Wow," he leaned forward so they were barely inches apart. "The guys in Smallville must be blind."
"Well it's easy to be overlooked when you live in a small town with a girl like Lana Lang walking around," she let out a bitter chuckle.
"You know what this night was supposed to be about you having fun."
"Yes it was."
"So lets get back to it."
Several shots later Chloe finally understood the meaning of the term 'feeling no pain' because she definitely wasn't, in fact it felt as if all the worry and stress that weighed her down every day had finally somehow been lifted even if it was only for tonight, and it was thanks to Oliver.
She glanced toward the large monitor several feet from her and realized the time, "two fifteen… it's after midnight," she said with a small smile.
Oliver followed her gaze and nodded in agreement and frowned, "damn… and here I hoped I would manage to swindle a New Year's kiss out of you."
"Okay," Chloe said without even thinking she leaned forward and firmly pressed her lips to his. It only lasted for a moment, but in that second her mind drifted back to a kiss that took place just over three years ago under a small sprig of mistletoe, She pulled back and smiled up at him lazily, "you know what Ollie."
Oliver cleared his throat, "what?" he asked his voice huskier then she ever remembered hearing it.
She giggled lightly and her eyes began to feel very heavy…
A soft knock at the bathroom door pulled her from her memories of the night before.
"Chloe, you okay?"
"I'm fine," she called back, "I'll be out in a minute."
She waited until she heard his retreating footsteps and forced herself to her feet. After splashing some water on her face and quickly brushing her teeth she made her way toward the small kitchen area with one mission in mind… coffee. As she walked over to the coffee pot she saw it was already full. She looked around the room until her eyes landed on Oliver, "You made coffee?" she asked skeptically.
"Why don't you try it before you look at me like you already know how terrible it's gonna be."
Chloe nodded in agreement and crossed the open room. She took the mug from his hands and took a generous gulp ignoring the slight burn the still steaming liquid caused as it went down her throat.
"Good?" he asked.
"Mm hmm…" She sat down beside him and crossed her legs underneath her. She pulled the cup up to her face and breathed in the delicious smell, maybe he wasn't really a jackass after all, "you even got the sugar, creamer ratio just right."
"Well I try and pay attention to what you like."
She looked up at him and tried to ignore the multiple ways that simple statement and the intense look on his perfect features could be taken, but she was having trouble so in typical Chloe fashion she went for snark and humor, "you know with these kind of skills you have a very promising career as a barista… you know if the whole billionaire CEO thing fall through."
"I'll keep that in mind," he said with a smirk, "I'm sure the tips will be good, I mean we both know how many women will come in just to see my pretty face."
Chloe's eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched as she tried to ignore the embarrassment of her words from the night before being thrown back at her.
As Oliver continued to smirk at her Chloe groaned loudly and turned her attention back to her mug.
Yep she definitely had it right the first time.
Oliver Queen was a complete jackass.
Read Part 6 HERE!