All The Time in the World [1] // the flash

24: The Empire

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September 12, 2003

A young blonde strutted down the sidewalks of Starling City, her short red dress hugging every curve perfectly and her hair down styled its usual way.

Her heels clicked against the concrete, drowning out the hushed chatter as she walked by. There were some cat calls. Some glares driven by jealousy. Regardless she drew attention to herself wherever she went.

Turning the corner she stopped at a small, exclusive nightclub. The neon sign flased every few seconds, making it seem like it was advertising the name of a circus and not a nightclub. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a small golden card and flashed it to the tall, built bodyguard that blocked the entrance. His raven colored hair was slicked back with gel and the tattoo on his neck seemed to come alive everytime he shifted his head.

"Hello ma'am, lovely to see you again." He took a step aside and moved the velvet rope to allow her to walk in. She heard the complaining abd groaning of people that were waiting on line to get in. That only made her laugh.

What petty thought was buried in their minds that made them believe they would get in anytime soon?

Strolling into the club, she made her way past dancing and drunk people. Their cheers seeming to shake the entire brick building.

Taking a seat at the bar, she waved over a bartender and ordered a strawberry daiquiri and took out her compact from her purse. Opening it and checking her reflection, she caught the eye of someone.

Smiling flirtatiously, she kept eye contact with this mysterious man. His piercing blue eyes matching hers. After a few seconds he broke eye contact and nodded at something his friend said in front of him.

"Damn," she thought, "what a cutie."

Closing compact with a click, she placed it back in her purse and thanked the bartender for her drink. Taking sips from the neon colored straw, she felt someone sit beside her on the cushioned stool.

"What's a pretty lady like you doing all alone here?" It was the mystery man from before.

"Having a drink, enjoying the music, the usual things someone would do at a bar." She glanced over at him, having to look up from how much taller he was than her.

"Well that's not true. You usually dance at a club if I'm correct," he smirked, "and it so happens that I was about to that."

"Oh really?" she took another sip from her glass and nodded.

"Yep, but sadly I'd be all alone. Unless...unless you'd do me the absolute honor in joining me on the dancefloor."

She eyed him curiously, her red lips puckered around the neon straw. One dance couldn't hurt.
"Alright, but just one dance."

He smiled, his perfect teeth visible, "Then it's settled." He stood up and held out a hand for her to take. "Shall we?"

Setting her half empty glass on the counter, she stood up and took his hand, "but I do believe you never told me your name."

"Ah," he said as they headed towards the brightly lit floor, "the name's Oliver Queen. And yours?"

"Genevieve. Genevieve Snow."
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A/N: Whelp. Another chapter comes to a close. And I've had the idea to make a second book. Should I?