Lost without her northern star

    “C’mon, you know how fast toilet paper runs out in this place. 

"Can you just get someone to smuggle you in some or something? Instead of preparing to be a part of A&E's Hoarders: Prison." Thea said with a small eyeroll as she kicked at the tissue roll.

"Seriously, you're claiming that?"

"… am I supposed to say thank you?"

"If you'd like," Thea responded with a raised eyebrow. "I was just stating a fact, but gratitude is always welcomed."

I would have followed him to hell if he had asked me, and maybe I did.

Thea’s a brat, there is no argument against it. Still, Felicity tries to be the person Diggle believes her to be and looks for a way to excuse the venom dripping from the other girl’s lips. If she had gone through the two years Thea’s had, there is no telling what sort of person she’d become. With a deep breath, Felicity tries to clear her mind. Her heart still beats in her ears, foot tapping under the table as the repressed combination of frustration and anger begin to dwindle. This is taxing.

"Okay," Thea said, shrugging slightly, "You call Amanda, if you think that'll help." She raised her hands and lifted the hood of her cloak. Her mask slipped into place easily, "I'm going in." She declared grabbing her bow and heading for the stairs, "I've got you on comm, yes?"

"Excuse me?" She grabbed the man and put a gun to his head. "You don’t give me orders!"

Thea laughed lightly, "Not an order." She commented as she pointed her arrow at the woman, "It was recommendation." She shrugged, "You should have taken it." She let her arrow fly.