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Tequila. RP for chloeas.

Forty-five minutes later found them in downtown Metropolis, wearing casual dress clothes. Oliver had removed the sling, not wanting to take any extra chances when it came to drawing the media's attention. Instead, he simply wore his brown leather jacket over his shirt, giving himself a little extra padding in case his arm got bumped.

Glancing at her sideways as they walked down the sidewalk, he smiled faintly. "So where is this place?"

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He blinked and then turned his head to look at her, arching his eyebrows. "Huh. You realize that never really happens with my other dates." He thought about what he'd said and realized it probably made her very uncomfortable. "Not that this is a date or anything, just saying..." He shook his head a little.

Idiot, he thought.

Her face flushed and immediately after she felt her chest tighten. Not that she thought it was a date to begin with, but hearing him saying the words, felt a little like being stabbed.

"I'm sure your dates are much more interesting." She tried for a smile but she wasn't sure she had succeeded, she suddenly felt incredibly inadequate.

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, if you want to listen non-stop about the latest celebrity gossip or fashion statement." He shook his head a little and looked at her, unable to decipher the expression on her face. "I don't know, Chloe. These days I guess I'm looking for something...more." He dropped his gaze.

More like you, he added silently, glad when the waitress returned and placed drinks in front of them. He picked his up and quickly took a drink.

Chloe couldn't do much more than stare at him, she wasn't sure she could handle him talking about his relationship, and worse, about how perfect his current crush was and how he didn't feel like he was good enough for her.

So instead of answering she took a long drink of her own drink when the waitress brought it.

But her curiosity always got the best of her, and she already felt bad anyway, she might as well torture herself, "more like your crush?" She said in the best perky tone she could.

He nearly choked on his tequila and then turned his head to look at her. "Yeah," he said with a slight nod. "She can hold an actual intelligent conversation about things that matter." A faint smile touched his lips and he took another drink. "She's pretty amazing."

Yep. The knife he had stabbed her with earlier? He was turning it now, slowly, adding just enough pressure to make it dig in deeper.

"She sounds like it." She smiled at him, the smile not reaching her eyes this time, then picked up her drink, drinking what was left of it in one big gulp.

His eyes widened just a little. "Whoa. Might wanna slow down there, Sidekick," he teased, watching her set the now empty glass down on the table. "We just got here."

Yeah that had probably not have been the smartest idea, she already felt a little buzzed, which wasn't surprising considering the only thing she had in her stomach was coffee.

But if he was going to keep talking about 'her', she would need a couple more of those, "I thought we were supposed to be celebrating?"

"We are," he assured her. "But unless you want that celebration to end with praying to the porcelain god, we better get you something to eat." He flagged down the waitress, then looked at Chloe again. "Anything you want, on me."

The last thing she needed was to get sick and for Oliver to see that. So when the waitress came, she ordered something that wasn't as strong then turned to him and smiled softly, "I'll make sure that doesn't happen."

"Good, because speaking from a lot of experience, tequila hangovers aren't a lot of fun." He grimaced a little, then met her eyes once more before finishing off his own drink. He had the feeling that Chloe, in general, wasn't much of a drinker, and he couldn't help but feel concerned.

Thanking the waitress when she brought her her drink, Chloe sipped on it then nodded at Oliver, "I've seen it happening a lot with Lois, I know." She grinned softly at him, she was definitely a little tipsy.

Oliver watched her for a moment, feeling a little uncertain about her finishing off another drink. "And Lois has had a lot more practice at holding her liquor than you have is my guess."

"Maybe?" Chloe smiled, sipping on her drink then leaning back against the booth, "I guess you could say Lois enjoyed her college years a lot more than I did."

He gazed at her, small smile on his face. "Yeah, well, you've been too busy playing hero to really enjoy college." His voice was quiet as he contemplated the truth in that.

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