Of course Oliver had to wake up in a floating boat wearing his Green Arrow gear. When it came to waking up in strange lands (because this is his third time, it made him somewhat of an expert now), he never had any real good luck. After an island fueled by sex, it was now a floating one. At least, this time around, there wasn't a collar on his neck.
Still, he used the time in the boat to strip from his costume, jumping off the boat the moment it touched land, running to some locals' backyard to steal bed sheets. He rolled his gear in a pillow case and tied a sheet around his waist. And this was how people would meet him: walking around, checking his map and device, wearing seemingly nothing but some sheets. You're welcome, ladies.
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Party
Social gatherings were his favorite playground, for that, Oliver couldn't lie. If his time on Atia had taught him anything, it was that bals and parties were the best place to get information on who was the boos of this place, the customs of the locals, and the purpose of the new comers' kidnapping. And it was also the best place to meet people and find those you already knew.
This time around, he was dressed for the part, having found one of his suit in his designated room, after being so gently ushered away by the locals. A glass on single malt in his hand, he was looking around the room with a smile, making mental notes of who was with who. It could come handy later on, after all.
Oliver Queen | Smallville + Amat CRAU
Of course Oliver had to wake up in a floating boat wearing his Green Arrow gear. When it came to waking up in strange lands (because this is his third time, it made him somewhat of an expert now), he never had any real good luck. After an island fueled by sex, it was now a floating one. At least, this time around, there wasn't a collar on his neck.
Still, he used the time in the boat to strip from his costume, jumping off the boat the moment it touched land, running to some locals' backyard to steal bed sheets. He rolled his gear in a pillow case and tied a sheet around his waist. And this was how people would meet him: walking around, checking his map and device, wearing seemingly nothing but some sheets. You're welcome, ladies.
__________
Party
Social gatherings were his favorite playground, for that, Oliver couldn't lie. If his time on Atia had taught him anything, it was that bals and parties were the best place to get information on who was the boos of this place, the customs of the locals, and the purpose of the new comers' kidnapping. And it was also the best place to meet people and find those you already knew.
This time around, he was dressed for the part, having found one of his suit in his designated room, after being so gently ushered away by the locals. A glass on single malt in his hand, he was looking around the room with a smile, making mental notes of who was with who. It could come handy later on, after all.