Owner	Pose
Oliver Queen	This date began a couple of hours ago, with food at a seafood restaurant overlooking the bay. Lots of sailboats out in the harbor, as warmth from an early spring sun cast rays across the area. Some people were even wearing shorts and sandals already, and a few brave souls were out at the beach only to find the Atlantic a lot more cold than the season. Oliver wears a t-shirt with Johnny Cash's mugshot on it, along with a pair of jeans and sneakers. His head is shaved on the sides, hair slicked back and his goattee is growing in enough that his mustache is curling a little bit at the corners of his mouth. He walks alongside Hella, a hand lazily tucked into the back pocket of her pants, a possessive and familiar gesture that might be pushing his luck, but he likes pushing his luck. "So, how're you at skee ball? I know you can throw hard, but can you throw accurate. Might be one of the few games where I have an advantage," he says. "Either way, pretty sure you're going home with a jumbo sized stuffed animal tonight. Who says I can't spoil a girl?"
Hella Rokkurdisardottir	As is her habit, Hella ate way more than any one person probably should in a single sitting, but she has explained to Ollie that, due to her physiological make up, she burns calories too fast to /not/ eat a lot of food. If she doesn't eat, she can't keep up her weight and her physique would suffer for it. Being proud of the feminine, yet strong body she's honed to her personal liking, she is definitely not looking to rock that particular boat. So, she eats surf, and turf, and a bit of everything in between. As always, she offers to pay for her half of the meal, simply because it feels odd letting someone else pay her huge tabs for her.     For this date, Hella's wearing a cute little romper of sorts, (front: http://i.imgur.com/YpKh79a.png bacL: http://i.imgur.com/U4yn5Wd.png) a muted dusty rose color with soft silvery diamond accent detailing on the gauzy fabric -- and, of course, a pair of her customary brilliantly white sneakers (http://i.imgur.com/pM6LtAc.jpg). Her hair is braided once again, this one a looser French fishtail braid (http://i.imgur.com/ebdG2If.png) that drapes down over her left shoulder, markedly unlike the the tightly woven Dutch braids she wears when she's working.     She walks alongside Ollie, not minding his hand tucked into the convenient back pocket this romper was thoughtful enough to include. He can feel the shifting of her muscles through the pocket, as well as her bodyheat, though it's no longer as stark as it once was. "I tell you before, accuracy not my strength. Is why I want to learn from you," she admits it openly, a big grin on her face, her dimples popping into her cheeks. "Last time I played fairground game, almost got banned from Coney Island! So, I must be extra careful, today," she says, bumping affectionately against Ollie as she walks. "I want big polar bear," she decides, nodding her head.
Oliver Queen	Oliver Queen smiles, clearly enjoying that play of muscles, but from the grin that never quite leaves his face and from the way he occasionally leans into Hella, leaning down to put a kiss on her neck or just behind his ear. He's clearly kind of showing her off, walking the length of the boardwalk while young couples and families enjoy the atmosphere. In the distance, a ferris wheel and a roller coaster take up part of the skyline, "I figure we'll finish up the night up there. I figure you're not gonna get too scared, since you can just fly off if the cart goes too fast," he teases. "I'll cling to you like a damsel in distress, of course. Oh, my hero!" he says the last in a high pitched voice, putting his hand to his chest. "Eh, if you break it, I'll buy it. Simple as that."
Hella Rokkurdisardottir	Hella may or may not be fully cognizant of what Ollie's doing, in his parading her around, but she doesn't seem to mind it, either way. She likes just walking beside him, occasionally talking, occasionally getting kissed, but almost always leaning into his presence, not making much room between his side and hers as they walk, weaving their legs and feet so as to not trip one another up.     She smiles as he mentions the roller coaster, "I will love every second of it! I never knew what I was missing when I was in Russia, in wilderness. To never ride the Scrambler? That is true tragedy! First time I discover Scrambler, I ride ten times in row," she says with a big grin. "I'm sure they thought I was totally crazy, but I didn't care. Made me feel dizzy and giddy. I love all kinds of rides, but Scrambler will probably always be my favorite."     Hella laughs at that, "Don't worry. If you or anyone falls, I will save all, no problem! I can be very fast, too," she says, giving herself a little thump on the breastbone. "I will tell everyone to enjoy themselves freely without fear, because I will rescue them if anything bad happens." It's probably something she does all the time, trying to reassure people they're safe in her presence, whether they ask for it or not.     "Last time, I try to pay for damages, too. But, man yelled at me and told me to get away. I think he was scared, but I did leave my contact information with him. He never called. How do I know who to pay if they don't call me?" she sighs softly, shaking her head. "That reminds me. You got info on Big Boy?" she asks, suddenly reminded of people to whom she needs to pay a visit. 'Big Boy' is what she's been calling the Russian gangster from the night of their first date at a restaurant. "I must keep promise to him. Set good example," she says darkly with a disarming smile.
Oliver Queen	Oliver Queen raises an eyebrow, "Ten times in a row? Yikes. I have a fairly strong stomach, but I think even I would have trouble with that. I think I'd rather fight Count Vertigo ten times. And yes, Count Vertigo is a supervillain whose main power is making you really dizzy. He's an incredible pain in the ass and also an arrogant aristocrat whom I enjoy punching in the face immensely. Luckily, other than that, he can't really fight his way out of a paper bag," he says. "Yes, I know you will rescue us all. You're a real hero, like I told Hal and Stella. Real paladin type. Don't get a lot of those in this world and they're definitely never this hot," he says, giving a little booty squeeze with the compliment. "Last I heard, he had made a payment arrangement with the restaurant. They still have to get an estimate from the contractor, but supposedly he'll pay. We'll see. If not, you and I will -both- go knocking on his door."
Hella Rokkurdisardottir	Hella grins and nods to Ollie's mild incredulity. "I think you could be fine! They have small wait times between each ride, so people can leave and new riders can board, and make sure everyone is seated securely... Is not as hard on system as you think," she offers her point of view, from experience. "Count Vertigo sounds like real butthole. Is his power from witchcraft?" she asks, meaning 'supernatural' when she asks this. "Or, maybe is like psychic guy with mind powers?" she wonders. "Either way, pretty sure he would have me turned upside down!" she laughs. "Could be fun, if he weren't bad guy!"     Hella smiles proudly as Ollie repeats his assessment of her personality, very happy that he can see the good in her where so many others would not, if they knew her history, her heritage. She laughs as he surprises her with a bum squeeze and gooses him back, perhaps surprising /him/ with the playful retaliation. "Naughty Ollieeee," she croons with a bright smile. It doesn't appear to be an admonishment!     "Ah, good! What about large donation, many thousands of dollars, to feed the hungry, donated in name of restaurant? Has Big Boy complied with that, too?" she asks, not willing to give an inch to the Bratva buttface. "He has to do all, or I will find him and spank him with seatbelt, like I promised."
Oliver Queen	Oliver Queen shakes his head, 'According to his file, if I recall, Vertigo gets his powers from an implant they put in his ear after he had an accident as a child. I don't know, certainly makes me question the qualify of childcare they're receiving in whever little East European backwater he and his family supposedly rule. Before they were overthrown, of course," he says. "I promise I'll keep track of him. Hell, we might just go and spank him sometime on principle. Even if he does do the things he said, he's still part of the Russian mafia. There's no doubt blood on his hands and plenty of it. Just been a matter of getting the proof of it to law enforcement to actually get him locked up. Which doesn't mean we can't just beat him up for the sport of it." As to the naughty accusations, he grins, "What? I'm not doing anything naughty. I don't know what you're talking about. I'm the picture of gentlemanly behavior and definitely not trying to look down your top even a little."
Hella Rokkurdisardottir	Hella shakes her head as he shares what he knows of Count Vertigo's power source. "Well, at least they are overthrown and don't do that, anymore, eh?" she says, trying to find a silver lining. Then, Ollie's promising her something. She lifts a finger and says, "You had better keep track because I made promise and I won't break them. If I leave to you, will be my fault if you don't follow through, because I trust you to do what you say." She shakes that finger a little for emphasis before dropping it and resuming her walk with him.     After a moment, she nods. "I know...that good guys aren't supposed to enjoy fighting as much as I do. /Really/ good guys don't want to hurt anyone; they just want to stop bad guys hurting innocent people. Like, Batman. He never kills. He has strong morals about things like that. Superman, too. Heck, so many of them... But..." She trails off, sounding as guilty as she feels.     "...I do. I like hurting bad people. I like fighting. If I weren't afraid I would hurt wrong person, I probably would..." she trails off, again, biting her lower lip. "Under right circumstances, I believe I could kill bad person and not feel bad about doing horrible thing like that. Is...so easy for my family to give in to dark impulses, urges... Many of my family won't speak to me because I am trying so hard to be best do-gooder I can be, but.. That darkness... Is part of my blood, Ollie," she says quietly, her eyes down on the ground, now, as she sees without seeing.
Oliver Queen	Oliver Queen holds up his other hand, "I promise and hereby swear, by all the arrows in my quiver, that I will keep track of what the Russians are up to and will help you hold them accountable for the promises you rang from them. And that we'll probably beat the shit out of them at some point," he says. He listens to her talk about her dark impulses, about hurting people. He's quiet until she's finished, then inhales softly before he speaks. "I understand. More than you know, I think. I know I haven't really told you how I became Green Arrow. It's a long story." "But at the end of it, when I first began my career, I was angry. Very angry. I indulged in the deepest levels of violence. And yes, I killed. I killed people who deserved it. I probably killed a few who didn't really deserve it," he says. "It's hard to draw that line and the more I saw how hard it was to tell who really deserved to die, the more I realized I probably shouldn't be the one making that decision,' he says. "But I'm not going to sit in judgment on you. THat's something you have to figure out for yourself. But yeah. There are heroes who aren't as open-minded as I am. Batman and Superman being chief among them. I love those guys. They're the best of us. But they're also kind of dicks sometimes. Like...nobody else can be them. They set an impossible standard. Captain America, too, although I don't really know him, but c'mon...that guy's an angel and we all know it."
Hella Rokkurdisardottir	Hella smiles at Ollie's vow, nodding her head in acceptance. "Good. They deserve ass-beating, anyhow. But, if I can make them do good things to atone for bad things they have done, so much the better," she says decisively. It seems like she's thought a lot about this kind of thing. Even after, and especially in consideration of, the rather dark things she admitted to Oliver.     She listens quietly to him give her a brief, general idea of his beginnings as Green Arrow and the fact that he ended lives before ultimately deciding it wasn't his place to make life and death choices like that. She exhales and leans against him a bit more heavily, as though the weight of all of this emotional conflict is too much for her to bear, in stark contrast to her great physical strength and durability. "I feel so good when I fight, Ollie. Is like drug, some insane kind of upper, coursing through my veins, making me crave more. More violence, more, harder, faster. Give and take. When someone can hit me hard enough to make me /feel/ something? Makes me want more. To hit and be hit. To push myself to my limit in every possible way. Like first stretch in morning after good sleep, but magnified by thousands. Pain brings pleasure, giving and receiving," she says, sounding like she's an addict, talking about getting her fix. Which...     She totally is.     "I'm not completely invulnerable. But, I feel like I am when I get pumped enough. Or, I just don't care about my safety, after certain point," she says, lifting a shoulder. "This is how my powers work. Is how my powers can turn someone from good to evil, because feels so good to...keep going, never stop. Until I pass out. But, that has only happened in very specific circumstances..." she says, her voice tightening at the last. 'Specific circumstances' must relate to a very unpleasant memory for her.     "But... I try to be paladin, like you say. I want to be good. I don't want to be bad guy." She sounds almost like she's pleading with the universe. 'Please, believe me.'
Oliver Queen	Oliver Queen listens to Hella's words and the intensity of her description makes him almost sweat a bit. There's something about the ferocity of her feeling, the passion that she gives when speaking on the subject, that borders on...well, something that isn't fighting but sometimes feels like it. "If that's what fighting feels like to you, I imagine it's extremely hard for you to hold back," he says. He turns to face her more properly, sliding his arms around the small of her back and drawing her against him. He's a bit taller, which always seems odd, her incredible power packaged in a petite if muscular form. "I've entered a sort of...battle fugue myself, at times. Nothing I think that compares to yours - that seems to be part of your bloodline, from what you've told me, something that just burns inside of you. I think it's awesome that you're trying to use it responsibly and use it for good - from what you've suggested in the past, I take it that hasn't always been the case in your family. And I know that's hard, too. Believe me, my dad did a few things I'm...not very proud of," he says. "I know you can be whatever you want to be. You are strong, not just in your arms or your legs or your really, really nice butt, but in all of you. Inside and out."
Hella Rokkurdisardottir	If she only knew Ollie's thoughts, Hella would likely agree with his reaction to what she describes. Though she's never experienced the particular act that runs througb Oliver's more experienced and broadened mind, Hella couldn't deny that there is a strong vein of physical desire that seizes her when she really gets going. It's all....tied up together, her emotions and the way her body responds to the chemicals that course through her blood, making it sing, making it burn, making her ache and surge and drive toward release... Innocent as she is, as of yet without the personal experience of such things in the sense that most others would describe similar feelings to hers and the way they would likely relate to her words.     She nods her head. "It can be very difficult to stop. But, that is, in many ways, largely what I was trained to do when I began learning how to control my body, my abilities. How to hold back. How to stop, even when I'd rather die than relent. How to follow my heart and not the heady urges that make my mind explode with... Well," she cuts off, blushing lightly.     As she's talked, trying to capture the sensations of what it feels like for her to fight, to experience pain, to cause it... Her body temperature has spiked rather high and, in the cool air of the growing evening, she's steaming a bit, if one looks at her with the right lighting. However, because Ollie bears her family charm, he can only sense that she is warmer than usual, without suffering any potential ill-effects of that spike in her body temperature.     "I...know of some terrible things my father has done. I know that others will judge me very harshly if they find out who he is. Despite fact I never have known my father, though I'm sure he watches over me and is disgusted by how I've chosen to spend my life, use abilities his blood has gifted to me... But, I am not like him. However damned my blood may be, Mama nurtured and loved and tended to my heart. She let me know my heart is every bit as strong as damned blood that courses through me. So, I can be good guy. I can save others. I will eat fires, and lift buildings, and punch bad guys to moon, if I have to. I will do everything I can to use my abilities for good, even with dark thoughts that sometimes haunt me in quiet times..." she sounds, once again, like she is trying to convince everyone; Ollie, the world, the universe...and herself.
Oliver Queen	Oliver Queen bends down softly and, heat or no heat, plants a kiss on Hella's lips. His hand slides up to cradle the back of her neck, keeping it steady and capturing her mouth before she can think about it much. He does it on impulse but also because it feels right, because she's sharing something with him and she's showing her heart and he wants her to know that her heart is appreciated and that it is safe with him. As the kiss winds down, he tugs lightly on her braid, teasing like a little boy. "I think you're pretty damn amazing," he says. "I think your passion does you proud. I'm sorry that your father doesn't understand you for who you are. My dad, too, wanted me to be something I'm not. He craved power and influence. He was corrupt. And there was a chance, if not for the hand of fate and a serious shipwreck, that I could've ended up just like him," he says. "We're going to fight some serious god damn crime together. But first, we're going to win you that polar bear. And then we're going to get on the roller coaster," he says. He takes her hand then and leads her over to the ski ball stand, holding up two fingers to the guy behind the counter, getting them a round for five bucks apiece.
Hella Rokkurdisardottir	Hella is grateful when Ollie stops her. He is gentle, not forcefully shushing her, but tenderly, kindly allowing her to stop worrying by sinking into a very pleasant kiss with him. It feels like acceptance and forgiveness in the same instant, and her heart feels like it might have shaken inside her chest, vibrating hard and palpably in relief and excitement, in the same breath. She tilts her head back, letting her arms slide through his, around his waist, and up his back, holding him close as he cups her face, cradles her so she doesn't have to think about balancing herself. Her kiss is soft and....almost painfully raw in how open and giving she is of herself, in this moment. She wants to cry, but doesn't know why. So, she just tries to focus on holding onto Ollie as he kisses her for the second time, and she kisses him back, earnestly, passionately.     She smiles, her chin trembling only slightly as he compliments her, again, speaking more words of acceptance and support, encouragement, and just plain kindness. Things she needs to hear, desperately, but could never ask for them from another person. She doesn't feel as though she deserves it, but she is as grateful to receive them as a person dying of thirst accepts proffered water. She drinks it in and clings all the tighter to Ollie, trying not to cry like a big baby. She doesn't want to ruin this date with sniffling!     She laughs, finally able to fully shove the urge to cry away, with the comforting declaration that she and Ollie are going to fight crime, hard as motherfuckers. "Yes!" she says with a big smile, her pale blue eyes maybe a little shiny with tears that never quite came, no matter how hard they tried. "Let's do this," she says with a big, big intake of breath and a heavy exhalation of stress relief. The breath definitely curls with steam, as though she'd vaped or something. Not all that unusual, these days, thankfully! "You are /so/ going to beat me at this game," she mutters woefully, though her dimples are there to emphasize the good-ntured grumbling.
Oliver Queen	Oliver Queen gets the balls from the guy behind the counter and juggles them for a moment, six in all. He's got remarkable hand-eye coordination, that much is clear, not even seeming to pay that close attention as he makes the balls go from hand to hand in layered arcs, interchanging one for another until he finally snatches them up and hands Hella her three balls. "Ladies first, I insist," he says, gesturing towards the field of play. In this case, an angled plastic lane leading up to a series of concentric circles under a giant clown head that says "THIS GAME IS HA-HA-HA-LARIOUS!"
Hella Rokkurdisardottir	Hella, who has never been able to juggle more than two items at a time despite all of her best efforts, is suitably impressed as Ollie does it with careless ease. She gives him a half grin and shakes her head as if to say, 'showoff!' However, never let it be said that the Nordic bombshell ever backs down from a challenge! She steps up to the line from where one is meant to throw the balls, her sneakers riiiight up to the line.     "Okay, that clown is mocking me," she points at the offending sign. "He throw me off my game. Is his fault, if I do poorly!" She wriggles her hips a little, taking one step back as she swings her arm backwards in a similar measure. As she swings her arm forward, she says to herself, "Like egg, like egg, like eggggg." What this means is a mystery, though one can probably surmise well enough the truth of the matter. She releases the ball and squeezes her eyes shut, not sure she wants to see what happens. She didn't throw it that hard. She doesn't think. Did she?
Oliver Queen	Oliver Queen watches as Hella's ball skitters up and along the edge to land in the outermost ring, "Damn your eyes, clown!" he says, shaking his fist at the cartoonish representation of mirth leering at them from the placard above. He gets behind Hella and rubs her shoulders for a minute, digging his thumbs into those invulnerable delts. Does she feel it? Almost certainly not, she's way too invulnerable and hyperdense for him to make a dent. But the sentiment is there. "It's okay, babe, it's okay, first roll is just you getting a feel for it, that's fine, you'll get better as you go." He steps around then and goes up for his turn, taking his ball and rearing it back, cupping it underhanded and letting it fly!
Hella Rokkurdisardottir	Hella shakes her fist at the clown as she gets the lowest possible score, "You butthole!" She grins as Ollie comes up behind her and gives her a little massage. True, she can't feel its effects, but she can feel his hands and the sentiment is there. She rolls her shoulders a little and works on loosening up her muscles as best she can. "You got this, Ollie!" she calls out supportively, clapping one hand against her thigh in encouragement. She grins as he scores higher than her, nodding her head, "Okay, okay; you're on top. Let's see how game ends, though!" Once again, Hella's lack of sense for double entendres strikes! Insidious!     She tries stretching out some more, if only to lose a little of the tension in her shoulders and arms. She does that thing where fighters bop their head from side to side, cheek meeting shoulder almost, her braid flopping a little as she resumes her throwing stance. She tries putting Ollie's advice to use, this time, the very helpful thing he taught her when he took her out on the fields to throw javelins and watch him shoot arrows. Aim, thrust, release... All toward the goal.
Oliver Queen	Oliver Queen gives Hella a roguish look, his grin crooked as he looks back at her, "I'm on top? I didn't even know we were playing for that. But okay, I'm going to hold you to that. Skee ball promises are written in contracts of blood," he says in a spooky voice. He watches her stretch, leaning back against one of the pillars supporting the tarp overhead. It's not exactly ogling, but it's not exactly NOT ogling either. "I'm just going to say, I think the shorts instead of longs, insofar as the pants situation, was a really winning choice," he says. He watches her throw and this time the balls goes up and in, right through the center hole, "BULLSEYE!"
Hella Rokkurdisardottir	Hella laughs at that, "I didn't even realize! Tsk, silly me. Well, if you say so. A contract's a contract." She grins and wriggles in her position. Which is when the comment about her romper is made. She freezes and reaches a hand behind her to sort of take stock of just exactly how much she's letting him see. She can feel her upper thigh, for sure... but, it does stop /just/ shy of the line of her underthings and she gasps, straightening up like a shot. Clutching her last ball to her chest, she has a look of playful indignation on her face! "If I'd known I was going to end up giving you surprise peep show..." she trails off with a roguish grin of her own. To capitalize on the comment left unsaid, she turns back around and flips up the edge of each side of her shorts, letting him get a glimpse of her panties, as plain and unsexy as they may be! "Now, I'm on top," she says with a little grin, shifting aside to let Ollie step up to the line. "Are you as excited to learn how game ends as I am?" she asks, leaning against the pillar where he once stood.
Oliver Queen	Oliver Queen lets his body brush against hers as he walks past, just a momentary flirtation and perhaps a hand lingering on the aforementioned jumper in the area she so recently adjusted. "All games are better with stakes," he says with a wink. He gets his second ball and rolls it back and forth in his hand, "First of all, I saw nothing that wouldn't be legal in all fifty states,' he says. "For two, you are an irresistable morsel of succulent lady beef and no mere mortal, such as myself, could resist your divine shapeliness. Now - the idea of you on top is delightful, but I cannot throw the game. I have to play honestly. So here we go for round 2," he says.
Hella Rokkurdisardottir	Hella squeaks a little, soft and cute, when he feels up her bottom yet again! She makes no complaints, though, at this brushing of his, instead she looks pleased. At least Ollie's back is turned when she can't stop herself from grinning about it. "I agree. One always fights harder if they have something for which to fight, yes?" she murmurs, enjoying her view of him from behind almost as much as he enjoyed his view of her.     As his ball sinks into the hole near the top, he tightens up the game, getting ahead, once more! "Very reliable results, Mr. Queen," she compliments him with a clapping of her hands. "You, once again, are winning! This is my last chance," she says, switching places with him, again. And, this time, she makes sure to linger in her bent position, lining up her shot for long enough that he'll have a nice, solid memory to think back on, later.     She draws her arm back and, again, she attempts to employ the basic technique he taught her. This time, her final ball, sinks into the same spot he scored in both of his turns. "Ahhhh, is so tight!" she squeaks excitedly. "Is all up to you, now, Ollie," she says, putting a little extra Russian-sugar on his name, lifting her brows and waiting to see what happens.
Oliver Queen	It's a good thing the other archer's name is Hawkeye instead of his, because Oliver is currently more like Butteye, his gaze never wavering from the bent over Russian for a long moment before he pulls himself together and makes himself actually pay attention to the game. "So tight! I thought that was my line," he says. Yes, it's a juvenile remark, but he's already opened that particular door so he might as well wallow in it. He gives her a high-five on his way up then grips his fingers, "Oh, my hand, you may have broken it with your mighty, mighty strength...I'm not sure I can...even throw," he says, pretending like he can't pick up the ball.
Hella Rokkurdisardottir	To be honest, Oliver should enjoy each and every opening Hella leaves him to make a joke, because it only makes her laugh, blush a little, and maybe learn to watch what she says a little more closely. However, if she gets too good at censoring herself, perhaps a little of her charm might disappear. It's kind of adorable when she says things like, 'thank you for servicing this country, Ant-Man!' And, Ant-Man dies a little inside as he has to politely thank her for her kind words. That's adorable; right?     Hella grins at Ollie and doesn't reply to it, because she isn't sure what the answer should be! Let him have his juvenile teasing. She enjoys it, anyhow, and meets his high-five without even thinking about it. The guys at the station house do this all the time, so she's used to it. However! She looks genuinely concerned when Ollie pretends she hurt his hand, "Oh, no!" She grabs his arm and checks his hand to be sure, "Do you really hurt?"
Oliver Queen	Oliver Queen lets her take him by the wrist and makes a little frown, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, well, I don't think it's quite broken. More like a bone bruise. Oh, it's so throbby. But I think maybe, just maybe, you could kiss it all better. And then we'll see if I can make this last throw before we go hit the roller coaster." He holds his 'injured' hand up and brushes it along her cheek, catching the corner of her mouth, "Then maybe I can have a car pick us up and...take you back to my place?"
Hella Rokkurdisardottir	Hella's brows knit upward in concern as Ollie drags on his little ruse, really playing it up as he complains of it being so 'throbby'! "Oh, Ollie, I'm so sorry," she murmurs and, before he can even fully suggest it, she's already kissing his hand all over, trying to make it better. Never, in her life, has she tried to kiss anything better, but it doesn't hurt to try, does it?!     Then, he's caressing her cheek and she lifts her eyes up to his, again, her lips parted as she begins to realize he may not be quite as hurt as he pretended, before! Or, maybe her kissing it did make it better! She smiles slowly, nodding her head, "I think I'd like that, Ollie. We can always ride roller coaster some other time." /This/ roller coaster, anyway.
Oliver Queen	Oliver Queen turns with remarkable alacrity and rolls the ball into the 50 point circle, "It's a miracle! I am healed!" he says. He wraps an arm around Hella's neck and kisses her very firmly on the cheek, pulling her along and away from him, "Sir, we will have one giant polar bear, please. I think we deserve it," he says. "On the one hand, I was determined to show you the wonders of the city and one of the best boardwalks on the East Coast. On the other hand...yeah, we're going back to the house," he says, getting out his phone and summoning the car.