There are some easier and worse jokes, still lingering on the back of her tongue. Things she could say to her crew. Things she could say to the Oliver from her time. But not to him. He isn't really game for jokes about permanent damage and death, not really, not even if he might try to roll with it.
It might be the fourth time he thought he saw her die in front of him, but it was the first one he had a body for and no miracle cure. Not yet.
And not yet ready for the joke of it, that was never quite a joke. How close Sara and dying, or almost dying, were eternally linked. He was nowhere near ready to hear it'd happened again after she left with the Legends. Or that she'd just come back from precariously close to it again, only a short time ago. Not tonight.
"I need--" Sara started once the cute bartender with the long jet black hair freed herself. She looked back at Oliver, narrowing her eyes, because she was nothing if not at least a little predictable in this. "--two 4 Horsemen."
Which is exactly what she has in her hands, when she's headed back. She held out Oliver's glass with a far too telling smirk, "To trust."
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It might be the fourth time he thought he saw her die in front of him, but it was the first one he had a body for and no miracle cure. Not yet.
And not yet ready for the joke of it, that was never quite a joke. How close Sara and dying, or almost dying, were eternally linked. He was nowhere near ready to hear it'd happened again after she left with the Legends. Or that she'd just come back from precariously close to it again, only a short time ago. Not tonight.
"I need--" Sara started once the cute bartender with the long jet black hair freed herself. She looked back at Oliver, narrowing her eyes, because she was nothing if not at least a little predictable in this. "--two 4 Horsemen."
Which is exactly what she has in her hands, when she's headed back. She held out Oliver's glass with a far too telling smirk, "To trust."