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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 arched an eyebrow. "So which am I? A celebrity or a playboy?"

Chloe narrowed her eyes a little, pretending to think, "Celebrity playboy?" She asked, teasingly.

"Now that's hardly accurate. I'll have you know I've only ever dated three actual celebrities." He smirked.

Raising her eyebrows, she cocked her head at him, "unfortunately I don't read the tabloids often enough to know who, so you'll have to give me names."

"You really want to know?" He raised an eyebrow, then shook his head. Of course she wanted to know. "Karolina Kurkova, Raquel Zimmerman and Kate Bosworth." Oliver shrugged a little. "None of them were very serious."

"Oh," she raised her eyebrows slowly and nodded, "that's... pretty impressive, Oliver. I'm not sure how I missed that." She smiled softly.

He paused, then looked down at her. "I dated them before we ever met, so..." Unconsciously he pulled her a little closer to his side. "It wasn't serious with any of them."

Chloe blinked at the words, trying to make sense of them then took a deep breath, realizing that he was referring to her not knowing about it and not to... anything else.

"Well, at least you had fun?" She smiled awkwardly.

"I'll let you in on a little secret, Sidekick." His voice was quiet, serious. "Being famous isn't all it's cracked up to be. Sometimes it makes you feel like you're constantly under a microscope. People making judgements about you without really knowing who you are." He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol that was loosening his inhabitions and making him spill his guts to her, or if it was just because she was Chloe. "For every 'fan'--" He made quotation marks with his fingers, "--that I have, someone hates me. And none of them really know me."

He paused, sighing softly. "No one really knows me. No one really wants to get close enough to try. And if they do, I inevitably say or do something to screw it up. Could be why you're the only friend I have."

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Her breath caught in her throat at the last part, she shook her head slowly, her eyes on him, her arm tightening around his waist, "I have seen the ugly side of fame a lot before, Oliver, I know it's not all that glamorous and I know it can be hard on the people who are under the spotlight."

Looking him in the eyes, she shook her head, "but I want you to stop saying I'm the only friend you have. I know you and Clark don't always see eye to eye, but when you're not being bullheaded," she smiled softly, "you can be good friends, and you have the guys too, they know a lot about you and I know they would be there if you needed anything, same for Lois, even in her own way, she would help if you needed help and that counts."

He was quiet for a moment, gazing at her. "It's different with them. If I needed something, I know they'd be there. No question. Even Lois." He paused, searching for the right words. "And I'd be there if they needed anything. But as far as...I don't know. Hanging out, talking?" He shook his head a little. "We don't really do that. The day to day stuff...we're not really involved in each other's lives like that."

She sighed softly, her eyes still on him, she hadn't thought of it that way, to be honest, she didn't really hang out like this with anyone else often either, sure she had Clark, Lois and even Lana occasionally, but they were all too busy, she didn't... stop, not like this.

"Well..." her smile was a little sad, but it was a smile, "you can call me or show up anytime you need to talk, or just to hang out." A paused and she looked straight into his eyes, "and I'm not just saying that."

He smiled faintly at her, then pulled her into a hug. "Thanks," he murmured, his voice rumbling against her ear. "And ditto."

Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms tightly around him, closing her eyes and smiling softly, "I know."

"Good," he whispered, turning his head and kissing her cheek without thinking about it.

Turning her head too, she looked up at him, their faces close and she nodded, "you mean a lot to me, Oliver, don't ever think otherwise." At least, that much she could tell him.

He reached up and touched her cheek gently. "Likewise, Sidekick," he said quietly, his eyes filled with mixed emotions.

Chloe looked at him for a moment then hugged him tightly again, breaking eyes contact for a second then smiling, almost shyly, "glad we made that clear."

He smiled, as well. "Me too. And you know...I think I still have some rocky road ice cream in the freezer that needs to be finished off soon. Before it goes bad." His smile turned into a full grin.

With a quiet laugh, she pulled back enough so they could walk, but kept one arm around him, "it will be harder than I thought to go back to my apartment, I never have rocky road left..."

He arched an eyebrow. "Because Lois steals it?" he guessed.

She grinned at him and shook her head, "I wish I could blame it on her, but Lois hasn't been over in a while, I just always eat it when I have it..." Chloe admitted, embarrassed.

He grinned back. "Well that is what it's for." He winked at her.

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