Just...blend in, Felicity reminds herself, doing her best to dance casually. Technically, this was totally normal: a bunch of friends spending a Saturday night together at a club...but knowing the club's owner's involvement with Merlyn didn't make an easy time of acting like it.
They simultaneously had to blend in and get Oliver and Laurel past security into his office. Not even a face could be caught on camera; he had information on Team Arrow. Felicity couldn't focus on shimmying and shaking with Iris, but not for lack for trying; it's certainly tempting enough to distract her from the job, but the job is too important to leave be.
The free wi-fi is a plus, though.
"U + Iris = ST ASAP" comes a text from Caitlyn, alerting them that the owner's gotten too close for comfort, and they're being reassigned to damage control.
They slip out into the alley, heels clacking all too loudly, and overhear a transmission to club security: "Code Arrow."
"Copy that," says a man dangerously near them; Felicity can see peripherally that he's eyeing them. She starts preparing for their imminent confrontation, only to find herself against the brick wall and Iris' lips grasping desperately at hers. She urges Iris closer, and realizes that the shuffling of gravel stops.
"Ladies," the security guard nods when they break their kiss to look in his direction, and he steps into the club.
"Quick thinking," Felicity pants, and Iris nods, smiling.