So, Oliver gets arrested for being a fucking public disturbance. He was feeling amazing, on top of the world, and had started a fight at a bar downtown. This wouldn’t be his first stupid, minor arrest. By the time he’s arriving at the police station, he’s barely paying attention or making any sense. It’s been too many years since he was taken in due to something ridiculous, though, at the lowest in terms of his mental health. His erratic and violent behavior earns him to be sedated almost instantly, being told he’s allowed a phone call once he’s finally settled down. For a while, he’s not sure who to call, his fingers hovering over the numbers as he sifts through his brain. One person comes to mind, though, and he feels like he might be the only person that makes sense in this moment. With that, he dials Alaric’s number, a tired sigh sounding from his nose.

“Hey,” Oliver starts once the other man picks up, “Um, listen, sorry about this but I uh, I need you to come bail me out. I — I got arrested. I’ll owe you one.” Blue eyes avert down to his shoes, “I didn’t know who else to call...” His next words come quieter than the rest, as the honesty they obtain makes him want to be sick. “I’m fucked up.” 

OLIVER: do u put the raw spaghetti in the pot before or after it's boiled

OLIVER: HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

OLIVER: fine maybe i'll just eat the raw spaghetti then

[.....]

OLIVER: UGH IT'S GROSS

[5 HOURS LATER]

Blake was far from impressed when she was called in the early hours of the morning to go let the contractors in to begin their work on fixing the windows in the shop.  She begrudgingly dragged herself out of bed and made a half assed attempt at getting ready before she began the journey to the shop.  The sight of it caused her stomach to sink as she thought back to the night of the shoot out.  The glass shattering, the screams of the club’s closest friends and family, the sounds of the guns.  It only fuelled the rage she felt further.

After unlocking the front doors, she perched atop the main desk as she pulled her phone from her pocket.  She scrolled through various social media applications until she heard the door open.  “Y’know, when someone says 6:30, it usually means 6:30.”  She snapped before looking up however she came face to face with Alaric opposed to the contractors.  “Oh, sorry, Ric.  I thought you were the contractors.  –  What’re you doing here?”

alaric’s presence has grown more prominent at the diner, with him watching over kendra and making sure she was safe. in truth, ryan couldn’t blame him. not only was this war growing more and more chaotic, now there were random fires involved. within the state of things, ryan is fearful of picturing what could happen next. though she’s become more open minded, per say, in regards to the clubs in town, she still could never approve of this kind of behavior. it was unreal. not to mention ryan had felicity on her mind now, and what her own sister had done in relation to it. burned down a fucking house. just as she had started to see rowan as a grown adult who could make valuable decisions, she does this. it honestly was beginning to feel like karma in a way, for being so reluctant to accept rowan’s rebellion at such a young age. but ryan was only trying to please their parents, not destroy someone’s home.

with that, she approaches alaric, moving to sit opposite of him.  ❛  hey, married man.  ❜ she says with a smile, thinking it’s best to open this topic with something lighthearted.  ❛  listen, i need your help protecting someone.  ❜