Of Crib Assembly and Arrows
Prompt/Summary: New Furniture for the Watchtower (Drabble written for Chlollie Community)
Pairing: Chloe Sullivan/Oliver Queen
Category: Humor
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I did.
He knew there would be hell to pay. In fact, he was pretty sure that if he made it out of this with this precious man parts in place and still working, he'd be extremely lucky.
"Dude, she won't even notice!"
Oliver shot a menacing look at the party solely responsible for his inability to produce anymore Queens. "Bart, shut up."
"Dude, I'm just saying...Chloelicious LOOOOOVES you. All you have to do smile at her and tell her she looks amazing, and she won't even notice the arrow sticking out of the sofa."
"Arrow sticking out of what sofa?"
The boys turned to find a very pregnant Chloe Queen waddling towards them with a look of barely controlled rage on her face. "Oliver!" She cried in a frustrated voice when it appeared no one was going to answer her.
"Um...Honey, you look amazing?" He tried. Of course, it came out as more of a question than a statement - which totally defeated its purpose.
When it was apparent that his lame attempt at flattery had fallen very short, he tried again, this time with the truth. "Well, see, both Bart and I wanted to put the crib together, and since we couldn't decide who got to be the lucky one to assemble it, we decided to have a contest..."
Pairing: Chloe Sullivan/Oliver Queen
Category: Humor
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I did.
He knew there would be hell to pay. In fact, he was pretty sure that if he made it out of this with this precious man parts in place and still working, he'd be extremely lucky.
"Dude, she won't even notice!"
Oliver shot a menacing look at the party solely responsible for his inability to produce anymore Queens. "Bart, shut up."
"Dude, I'm just saying...Chloelicious LOOOOOVES you. All you have to do smile at her and tell her she looks amazing, and she won't even notice the arrow sticking out of the sofa."
"Arrow sticking out of what sofa?"
The boys turned to find a very pregnant Chloe Queen waddling towards them with a look of barely controlled rage on her face. "Oliver!" She cried in a frustrated voice when it appeared no one was going to answer her.
"Um...Honey, you look amazing?" He tried. Of course, it came out as more of a question than a statement - which totally defeated its purpose.
When it was apparent that his lame attempt at flattery had fallen very short, he tried again, this time with the truth. "Well, see, both Bart and I wanted to put the crib together, and since we couldn't decide who got to be the lucky one to assemble it, we decided to have a contest..."