Beautiful Dancer Sara Lance

Meanwhile. On the dance floor.

'Yes… Look more at me Ollie…'

'Lose yourself in me…'

Sara thought.

In that very moment, she was overcome with an incredible sense of fulfillment, bursting with pride as a woman, and a deep feeling of accomplishment.

Honestly, she wasn't even supposed to be here at this time of night, to be real.

She wasn't supposed to be out, POINT BLANK, like, seriously, especially coming to a place like this...

Thankfully, her dad had no clue that she was out.

As for her lenient mother, Sara didn't have to worry about her or what she would think...

As she hit the dance floor at the nightclub, showing off all the gorgeous features her cool and stunning mom had passed down to her, it didn't take much time for the person she was dancing for, the person she had sneaked out to see, to be totally captivated.

He had successfully TAKEN THE BAIT!

Sara was well aware that he frequented this place often, all thanks to some older friends who hated being cooped up at home and preferred to spend their prime years partying at clubs.

It was all because of them that she managed to get into the club tonight with a fake ID that they had been working on for quite some time.

As she locked eyes with Oliver, she couldn't help but notice how he was totally fixated on her, like he couldn't take his eyes off her for a second.

She was really hoping that her sister's super hot and charismatic boyfriend would totally dig the bold and sexy outfit she carefully chose just for him.

Thankfully, it looked like he was really into it.

She had also been perfecting a seductive smile in front of the mirror, all in preparation for this very special day and night.

She flashed him that sexy smile, giving him a playful wink, and began swaying her body even more enticingly to the beat of the music.

Tonight was the night she had been eagerly waiting for, and she absolutely couldn't afford to mess up this chance.

It had all fallen into place perfectly, and she knew she had to make the most of it.

She was absolutely dead set on going all out and bewitching him with her irresistible web of romantic love, hook, line, and sinker, and all that jazz.

She didn't have much experience doing that, like, zero experience, but there was this saying that if you just sit around and don't take risks to pursue what you want, you'll never achieve anything.

Sara knew what, WHO she wanted…

She knew exactly what she wanted and had all the confidence in the world, and she had no intention of apologizing for her desires, especially not to her sister, who would remain blissfully unaware.

Could it really hurt her if she never found out?

…

"Did she wink at us now?" Tommy noticed and asked.

He was also gazing intensely at Sara as she danced beautifully.

The drunken haze in his eyes had completely dissipated, and now his eyes were wide open.

It was hard being a man…

"..." Oliver didn't reply to Tommy.

Well, he was kinda at a loss for words because he had, like, a higher IQ now.

Letting out a sigh, he couldn't help but gaze at the enchanting woman before him.

She moved with the grace and precision of a veteran dancer, as if she had been tearing up dance floors for as long as she could remember.

Their eyes met once more, and he couldn't help but let out another small sigh.

He then flashed a big old grin, feeling the defeat wash over him as he savored every bit of her mischievousness.

Of course, he made damn sure that Tommy didn't catch on.

He was having an absolute blast, caught up in an intense and exciting love stare showdown with one of his all-time favorite characters from the Arrowverse.

She was absolutely killing it on the dance floor, moving with such seemliness and expertise.

She was like a force of nature, radiating energy and talent.

As he watched her, he couldn't help but think back to how compassionate she would become over the years.

It was truly remarkable how she would transform from someone with a harmful nature in her youth to someone who was genuinely caring and reliable.

Even at this moment, despite being selfish like him, she had a somewhat dependable nature when it mattered.

She was gifted, incredibly steady and had a strong mental fortitude.

However, when it came to love, she had no loyalties yet.

The Lance family were all good people, and Oliver liked, loved each one of them.

He was lost in his thoughts, contemplating how he could pursue a serious relationship with her, unlike his past self, Ollie, without facing rejection from Laurel.

It was at that moment when Tommy approached him.

Tommy asked, sounding a little suspicious, "Oliver? It looks like you're deep in thought... Do you have any clue why she's here?"

He wasn't dumb and began to pick up on a perceptible pattern…

But it seemed like he was drawing the wrong suppositions.

"I have absolutely no clue, Tommy." Oliver answered.

Tommy seemed doubtful, but Oliver quickly put his mind at ease with a casual nod. Tommy's eyebrows shot up in a mix of skepticism and curiosity as he questioned, "You think she came here with a guy?"

"No idea. But honestly, she shouldn't even be here in the first place. She's just too young for this." Oliver replied.

He didn't sound convinced when he said that because he couldn't take his eyes off her amazing presence and stunning physique.

"Right. Let's make sure she returns home safe. I'll take her back to her place." Tommy nodded in agreement, as if recalling reason and logic, and then stood up to make a proposal.

He didn't seem too convinced either, even though he had never shown any previous interest in Sara.

Oliver couldn't help but chuckle to himself, not because he didn't trust Tommy to handle it, but because this was his chance to shine.

He quickly interrupted Tommy, saying, "I'll take care of it since that would be my job, I'm like her brother."

Tommy chuckled and said, "Really?"

"Yeah, just like you're a brother to my sister. Nothing weird right?" Oliver replied, his gaze fixed on Tommy, with a mixture of gravity and a speck of amusement.

He couldn't recall whether Thea had a major crush on Tommy or if Tommy had even noticed, but in his memories, there was always a hint of awkwardness from her whenever he visited the Queens' house.

The previous Oliver may have been a bit slow at times, but he wasn't oblivious to his sister's emotions.

The new Oliver wasn't oblivious to this either, and he wasn't as amused by it as he appeared to be, because in his mind, Thea was also one of the best girls in the Arrowverse.

There were only best girls in the Arrowverse.

Unfortunately, it was quite common for younger sisters to develop crushes on their brother's best friends, even if, in Thea's case, it was just going to be a temporary phase in her life.

…

Outside the club.

These days, even young boys who were inexperienced in certain areas were not simple.

Kids were built, were growing up differently.

It felt like 12 is the new 14, or maybe even older.

Also, IQ was like having more processing power in a computer—It didn't teach you anything you didn't already know, but it did help you become more efficient at learning and using that knowledge.

Oliver, who had a higher IQ now and always had a talent for dealing with dramatic and troublesome women and groupies (for reasons that no longer mattered), had no difficulty escorting his so-called "sister-in-law" out of the club.

It only took about a minute because Sara wanted to dance with him briefly, and the club was so big and crowded that there was no room to walk.

The way she looked at him made it clear that she knew his true nature, just as he knew hers, even though she was unaware of it.

Tonight, she wasn't the bad girl she pretended to be.

Actually, she was even more of a hopeless romantic than her sister, who surprisingly had a tough and practical approach when it came to dealing with anything that strayed from her usual love routine.

In all honesty, Laurel was far from being a dreamer, even though she gave off an air of romance.

She only possessed an exceptional quality - she was the epitome of a reliable and devoted wife.

Apart from that, with the influx of new memories, it seemed as though she had a plethora of knowledge to acquire... Including about naughty activities…

"Look…" Oliver let out a sigh as he began speaking in the back alley where he had brought Sara.

"What?" Sara asked.

"I haven't really asked you why you're here, and honestly, I don't think it's a great idea for me to do so right now, considering how much I've had to drink... It would be best if you just headed home quietly tonight. If you feel like chatting, swing by tomorrow after you've had your beauty sleep." He said.

Once she heard him Sara had a wicked grin on her face, like a cunning cat that had just trapped its unsuspecting prey.

Except the prey here was alert.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she declared, "See you tomorrow? What are you suggesting Ollie?"

"I'm not as clueless as you think I am, I know we're both on the same wavelength." Oliver replied, fighting against the intense temptation to impulsively give in to his desire for her seductive figure.

He yearned to touch and explore Sara in a way that would probably result in regrettable outcomes later on.

He was interested in her, but he wanted to keep things casual for now.

He just wanted to make sure that both of them were on the same page about their feelings.

It wasn't about him being a sissy or anything, just about being clever with sisters.

He had already devised a plan in which Laurel would gradually become accustomed to it and feel as though she had no alternative but to either accept it or terminate the relationship.

Fortunately, she never had a tendency to give up, which made it possible for strange things to happen.

Laurel wasn't a quitter, whether it was for her own detriment or for her benefit.

Also, the sisters didn't seem to show any sympathy or loyalty when it came to matters of love.

It was all about competition for them.

Laurel had the upper hand at this point, so the nature had not yet revealed itself.

It was really unfortunate that Sara and Laurel's dad was a police officer.

Maybe it was just a coincidence, but both of his daughters seemed to have a knack for getting involved in forbidden and immoral romantic relationships…

Perhaps it was his karma for catching criminals.

"Are you sure you know what I want from you Ollie?" Sara asked playfully.

"I feel like you made that abundantly clear earlier... Tommy was so close to catching on," Oliver answered, fully aware that she was seeking a display of affection from him.

However, he was not willing to provide it until he felt completely free from any worries or concerns.

He held her hand and guided her towards the bustling street, uttering, "We've had our fair share of fun tonight, but now it's time for us to go back home."

"Your place or mine?" With naughtiness in her voice, Sara asked, her breath struggling to reach above Ollie's shoulder.

She was up to mischief.

Because she wasn't very tall, it made her even cuter.

Oliver put up a fight the whole way back home.

He decided to hail a cab instead because he hadn't brought his car along, as Tommy had given him a ride in his own car—Tommy had picked him up at home.

Driving under the influence was never a good idea, to begin with.