"Fan-freakin-tastic," Liv rolled her eyes. She caught a glimpse of silver over Cal's cup of coffee and raced over to the table."Hey, give me that," sh... demanded, reaching her hand out to the best man. "Michelle's gonna be less pissed about you having a black eye in some pictures than she'll be about her future husband showing up to his own wedding drunk. Trust me." You want some of this?" Mark slurred cockily, putting flask to mouth. "Hey Liv, how come you never left town like I did? I thought. That was Felicity's idea. She got a professional makeup artist to do my makeup and prosthetics and then ditched me after she saw me talking to a fan! I didn't even have cab fare in my star-spangled panties. Her idea of "funny." Oh, man, she'll probably LOVE this. BARBARA Sweetheart, I know it's difficult but it's the best thing we've got. And having Felicity in on it could be useful when the time. Her gaze wandered down my body and stopped at my crotch.“Not bad for a tree-hugger,” she said, licking her lips.“You got me here to bed me?” I asked.“I am the one who saved your life, and I will take it if it pleases me. One more undue word out of that mouth of yours and I’ll amuse myself reading the future from your innards. Do you understand?” She asked that calmly but her pose, the casual way she held the knife at the ready and her eyes, those amazing black eyes without iris or pupil made it. “But no. You can’t take it that far, Kara. You know that.”She frowned, but I could tell it was an intentional frown, not one of being upset.“Bummer,” she sighed, but that quickly turned into a silly laugh, “You’re right. And Steve predicted your response perfectly.”“YOU think it’s a bummer?” Jorge laughed. “Imagine how I feel having to disagree with you! I would have made SURE I was sitting next to you!”I laughed, “And I would have made sure you were sitting between Ben and Mike!”I started to.