Post by Art Teach on Nov 3, 2015 17:38:06 GMT -6
Oliver has returned the city of his youth. The city he has vowed to turn around. He can list in his a hundred challenges on the way to saving Starling City from the parasites that prey on it. He would rather do any of these hundred things than what he is doing now.
He steps from his black SUV and walks toward the flashing neon lights of the Club Verdant. He has not spoken to Thea or Moria since the day they split off from Queen Industries and allowed Lionel Luthor and Ray Palmer to hostilely takeover his half of the company. He fought he way back to control of Queen Technology, but has a fraction of the resources he once enjoyed. None of that matters as much as the fact that his sister and aunt have never seen his newborn son.
His Outsider teammates follow him out of the SUV and to the line. Oliver walks past the line and nods at Big Mike, the head of security he hired when he owned the club. Even with his shades and fedora Big Mike immediately recognizes him.
“Come on in Big Money!” Mike’s deep voice booms as he lets Oliver and his crew through the rope.
As you enter the chaos of light and sound you remember how much more fun this place seemed a decade ago, before the island, the surviving, the killing, the taint to you spirit from Darkseid. “Hey, team go and mingle. I want to find Thea.” The Outsiders spread out as you slide through the crowd. Oliver finally gives up trying to find her from the dance floor and goes to the bar. He waves a bartender over he has never seen before.
“What’s your poison Cary Grant?” He motions a bottle at your fedora and smiles, ”very hipster.”
“Just an OJ,” Oliver responds.
“OJ and?” the bartender hold up the bottle of vodka.
“OJ and ice cubes.”
“Okay OJ on the rocks.”
“Hey, do you know where the owner is?” Oliver asks.
“She’s in her office with Sparky.”
“Thanks!” Oliver takes his OJ and moves to the office.
“Hey, I didn’t mean anything by the hipster comment. Don’t get me fired dude.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Oliver smiles.
As he approaches the office door it opens and a punk struts out one hand holding a roll of bills the other just releasing Thea’s waist with a squeeze of her backside. He walks straight into Oliver,”That’s quality stuff babe. You’ll have a good night. Hell a good week… ooff” He tries to push away the unmoving Oliver. “Hey, old dude watch where your goin dumb***”
Oliver mumbles a sorry and moves past the punk. “Speedy,” Oliver removes his shades and look at her dazed expression with horror and anger.
“Don’t look at me like that!” Thea half mumbles wiping the white powder from her nostrils. “You lost the right to look at me like that when you left.” She turns back to her officer before the door closes Oliver hears her sneeze violently. Her body contorts and then drops to the floor.
He steps from his black SUV and walks toward the flashing neon lights of the Club Verdant. He has not spoken to Thea or Moria since the day they split off from Queen Industries and allowed Lionel Luthor and Ray Palmer to hostilely takeover his half of the company. He fought he way back to control of Queen Technology, but has a fraction of the resources he once enjoyed. None of that matters as much as the fact that his sister and aunt have never seen his newborn son.
His Outsider teammates follow him out of the SUV and to the line. Oliver walks past the line and nods at Big Mike, the head of security he hired when he owned the club. Even with his shades and fedora Big Mike immediately recognizes him.
“Come on in Big Money!” Mike’s deep voice booms as he lets Oliver and his crew through the rope.
As you enter the chaos of light and sound you remember how much more fun this place seemed a decade ago, before the island, the surviving, the killing, the taint to you spirit from Darkseid. “Hey, team go and mingle. I want to find Thea.” The Outsiders spread out as you slide through the crowd. Oliver finally gives up trying to find her from the dance floor and goes to the bar. He waves a bartender over he has never seen before.
“What’s your poison Cary Grant?” He motions a bottle at your fedora and smiles, ”very hipster.”
“Just an OJ,” Oliver responds.
“OJ and?” the bartender hold up the bottle of vodka.
“OJ and ice cubes.”
“Okay OJ on the rocks.”
“Hey, do you know where the owner is?” Oliver asks.
“She’s in her office with Sparky.”
“Thanks!” Oliver takes his OJ and moves to the office.
“Hey, I didn’t mean anything by the hipster comment. Don’t get me fired dude.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Oliver smiles.
As he approaches the office door it opens and a punk struts out one hand holding a roll of bills the other just releasing Thea’s waist with a squeeze of her backside. He walks straight into Oliver,”That’s quality stuff babe. You’ll have a good night. Hell a good week… ooff” He tries to push away the unmoving Oliver. “Hey, old dude watch where your goin dumb***”
Oliver mumbles a sorry and moves past the punk. “Speedy,” Oliver removes his shades and look at her dazed expression with horror and anger.
“Don’t look at me like that!” Thea half mumbles wiping the white powder from her nostrils. “You lost the right to look at me like that when you left.” She turns back to her officer before the door closes Oliver hears her sneeze violently. Her body contorts and then drops to the floor.