"Maybe I've gone a little overboard. A little."
Felicity was laughing. Everything was suddenly much lighter and far more hilarious. She'd laughed all the way through Gremlins, and was planning on continuing for the rest of the evening. After a couple of glasses of eggnog, it was easy enough to forget about Oliver and superheroes and villains, and to concentrate on Caitlin's arm around her shoulder. This newfound closeness between them was startling. It was good-startling.
"A little," Felicity repeated. She reached out for her glass and found nothing. Caitlin must have moved it - God knows why. Felicity stood up, but found that the floor was closer than she'd anticipated, and fell, still laughing, into it. "Oops."
Caitlin's arm looped around her shoulders. Felicity was dragged to her feet. "Thanks, Caitlin. Cait-lin. Woah. This is so...weird!"
"I know. You've had four glasses, Felicity. You know you can barely stand one."
"I can hold my drink, thank you very much."
"You should go to bed," Caitlin said. "Now."
"Why? I'm not sleepy. Hey! We should have a sleepover." Caitlin's face was close, then far away, then close again. Felicity laughed into her shoulder. "Or maybe not. We should stay down here and cuddle, now that you like me."
"Alternatively, you could go to bed. Come on. You need to stand up."
Felicity, feeling stubborn and suddenly grave, sat down again. "I don't want to," she said. "You can't make me. And - you're drunk too!"
"Yes, but only a little. Way less than you."
"How do you know?"
"Do you want me to count the glasses for you? I can do that."
"No," Felicity said, "no, don't do that. I am tired. I'm going to bed."
That had turned the tables! Felicity found the door. The handle was a more difficult obstacle. Felicity gripped it with both hands.
"You're turning it the wrong way," Caitlin said. Now she was laughing too. Laughing at Felicity? "Here, let me. Like this. See?"
"Thank you," Felicity said. She kissed Caitlin's cheek, remembered that she shouldn't, and then remembered that she was allowed to. "Well. Night-night. Sleep tight." And she hurried away upstairs as quickly as she could (which wasn't very quickly at all).
