Inquiring Bliss

Mafia? Gang? Or...

"Sometimes there are good reasons to do bad things."

                                     

                                        Sunday

Oliver groaned running a hand over his face. His glasses weren't there making him frown blinking slightly. Everything was blurry he reached for the nightstand only to realize it wasn't there. His heart pounded in his chest as he squinted his eyes.

Oh god, he stayed the night at Corey's.

"Hello?" He whispered as soft as possible carefully putting a hand out to see if there was anyone else on the bed. Corey...wasn't there and he still couldn't find his glasses damn it.

He heard talking from the living room and shifted int he bed. How does one react in this situation? Maybe Corey's brother had come home and they were talking?

Oliver carefully stood up cursing himself for his poor eyesight, he carefully kneeled trying to find his glasses. He attempted to see if his glasses managed to fall to the ground in his sleep. He brightened when he felt his sling quickly slipping it on.

Okay! One step down.

He didn't want to take the chance to step on his glasses though, he groaned lightly looking back out towards the door.

Looks like he'd have to enter the lions den.

He stumbled slightly as he walked finding the door rather quickly thanking the god's he was on the side of the bed closest to the door. He couldn't help the blush that crossed his cheeks. He spent the night with Corey.

Oh god! Think about it later...think about it later.

He twisted the handle pausing when he realized that there were several blurred figures in the room all talking loudly.

"Luke's busy with his assignment he can't spare the time to help us," The voice was deep and commanding and it sent chills down his spine. "We can still slip into Mr. Coaltar's office ourselves but it's going to be more difficult. We need to get in and out before anyone notices, this is a priority new drugs are going around and he could be a link to this. If he's creating these new drugs going around...We need to get in there before he starts working with the local gang member's and tonight might be our only shot to get into the office."

Jesus, did he just walk into some FBI mafia-type business? Oliver could groan it was just his luck that he'd get stuck in the middle of gang wars. Honestly, what were these guy's doing? How did Corey have a part of it?

Maybe he should have just stayed home.

Suddenly he felt a rush of regret, did he just make a big mistake? Meeting Corey...he should have known it was too good to be true.

"The house party is tonight?" A gruff voice questioned, it sounded like there was an accent to it Russian maybe. "How are we going to get in?"

"I think the part we should be worried about is how we're going to get the key off of him to get into the office." The commanding voice was back, "He keeps it on him specifically in his wallet, we need to grab the wallet then slip it back in after we get the security card."

Stealing great.

Oliver new a thing or too about stealing...god what did he walk into? What was Corey dealing with?

Oliver bit his lip trying to think of the best way to get leave without being noticed. Or having a pack of men beat him too death because he heard too much...