Owner	Pose
Oliver Queen	Ollie descends the stairs into the Cave, a determined look on his face. He's been distracting himself since the break-up. He's dressed in a pair of work-out shorts and little else. The man glances only briefly around the cave before he makes his way over to the work-out equipment. He pauses, then, and turns to grab a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. Once he has it he sets it near the work-out equipment and finally glances about, realising he might not be alone.
Felicity Smoak	Oh, no fair. Felicity is, of course, in the 'cave', her butt in the seat of her rolly chair with lunch spread out on the table before her. Fries, a drink, and a plain burger.. no cheese, no bacon. Her usual fare. The chimes on her surveillance cameras ding, and spinning around like a James Bond enemy, her expression is set to exhasperation. "Can you not? I mean.. you have the whole house upstairs to walk around nak-- half na-- in shorts and-and-and.. stuff." Felicity sighs as she watches his progress to the workout area of the hideaway before picking up her soda and pulling the straw into her mouth without really paying attention to it. A slurp of soda, and its set down again. "You're looking .. uh.. less bruised? Feeling okay?"