This is exactly why she stays in the lair.
Felicity is beyond exhausted, but she can’t do the one thing she wants to do: sleep. Stupid concussion, stupid criminals. Why can’t they go to Central City and bother Barry? She yawns and leans her head onto the back of her living room couch, closing her eyes a moment.
"Hey, sit up," Oliver admonishes, jostling her slightly.
"I was just resting my eyes," she whines and frowns at him.
"No excuses, you only have to stay awake for a little longer," he says encouragingly.
"Ugh," she groans and rolls her eyes, slumping into the couch. "Can we at least find something else to do besides playing this game again?" she asks, pointing at the Clue board on the coffee table. "Surely you can think of a better way to keep a girl awake all night." Oliver raises an eyebrow at her and smirks slightly and Felicity feels her cheeks flush. She can’t even blame that on the concussion. Oliver considers a moment and tilts his head when he notices something behind her.
"Is that any good?" he asks, pointing at the poster for The Adventures of Robin Hood hanging above her mantle.
"Wait, seriously?" she says incredulously. "How have you never seen it?" Oliver just shrugs helplessly in response. "We have to fix that right now," she says, standing to go look for her copy.
The movie is just about over when Felicity notices the clock and realizes she can finally go to sleep. She turns excitedly toward Oliver and finds him fast asleep, his mouth hanging open as his head rests on the back on the couch.
"Oh, I’m never letting him live this one down," she mutters to herself.