[for ollie]

[triskehale]

It's a relatively steady night of business at Semele's, and Derek is there mainly to supervise the training of the new bartender. He's sitting at the end of the bar with the same pint of beer that he's been nursing for half an hour, wondering over how he ended up telling Han Solo how to make a Tokyo Tea and that if he's going to flirt with and/or yell at the customers, at least make sure that they all get served in a timely fashion.

Life is weird.

The door opens while Derek is sipping from his glass, and the breeze carries a rush of scents over to his nose to mix in with the sting of alcohol in his nostrils. He looks up to see Oliver taking off his coat and Derek sits up a little straighter, lifting a hand in greeting. It feels like he hasn't seen much of Oliver lately, and he hopes that his friend stopped in to see him, or that he at least has time for a drink.

"Hey," Derek says as he approaches, pushing out the stool next to him with his foot. "Want a beer poured by Han Solo?"

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[likeahero]

Oliver's gotten used to Derek knowing just when he's stepped into Semele's, and though he knows he's as safe as possible within its walls, it doesn't stop him from glancing at the crowd, taking in every face as he takes off his coat and walks over to the bar.

He'd only paused slightly when he recognized the new bartender.

"Tell me this is a dream," he says with a hushed and almost accusatory voice, pointedly not looking over at Han Solo because Oliver isn't sure he could force himself to look away if he did. "Are you serious?"

[triskehale]

Derek never knows what pop culture icons are going to exist across whatever worlds they were dragged from, so he beams at obvious recognition on Oliver's face. He can't help but to laugh and shake his head as he gestures for Oliver to sit down.

"Not at all. He came in and asked me for a job the other day," Derek says, reaching over to clap Oliver on the shoulder. There's this giddy little nerd kid inside of Derek that's threatening to break through, and he takes another sip of his beer as he watches Han move around behind the bar. "Crazy, right?"

[likeahero]

"Absolutely," Oliver agrees. His life has to have reached some sort of Weird Shit plateau for Han Solo pouring drinks less than twenty feet away to be something that is actually happening.

Tommy would have loved this.

"You think I can sneak a picture? I've got to text Felicity, she's going to lose her mind."

[triskehale]

"Sure, or tell her to come on down," Derek says with a laugh, gesturing at Han and pointing at his beer before holding up two fingers. "Barry lost his shit."

It's only then that he remembers that conversation he had with Barry in the diner, the one about how he came from the same place as Oliver. It's not like Derek forgot, but he was just so wrapped up in Barry that he just set it aside to think about later, and never got back to it.

Derek looks over at Oliver, wondering how much he knows. He's not even sure that Oliver knows that Derek and Barry know each other, let alone that they're dating. "I hear you guys are from the same place."