Oliver and the other showgirls make their way down the steps on either side of the stage. The gals mingle with the crowd. "Do something," Lois whispers. Oliver makes a pass by Fortune's table near the stage. Fortune gets a gander at Oliver's statuesque good looks. "Luck be a lady tonight," Fortune says. Snort. That's about all that'll be a lady tonight. Oliver tromps back up onto the stage as Fortune gazes up adoringly at his all muscular splendor. "You put these other hothouse girls to shame!" he says. "Thanks, man," Oliver says with undisguised voice. Fortune looks slightly confused, but not entirely turned off. Oliver looks out into the audience and sees Chloe, who just quirks her brow at him. Fortune follows Oliver's gaze. "It's her! The blond! She's one of the crew that stole the money!" And the one who's about to steal your man!
Lois realizes it's all about to go to hell and tells her cousin to run. The faux Elvis song starts up. While Fortune's attention is elsewhere, Lois dips her fingers into a convenient bowl of melted butter and yanks the ring off Fortune's finger. The ring flies into the air in slow motion. Lois and Fortune both hold their hands up and jostle for position like bridesmaids hoping to catch the bouquet. Oliver sees what's happening and launches himself off the stage in a most unladylike fashion. If you thought you would never see the Green Arrow's crotch in white satin panties, you were dead wrong. He tackles Fortune with such force that it sends the other man hurtling across the room. A guard grabs Chloe from behind, but she fights him off and grabs the two guns from the holster inside his jacket. She kicks him in the gut for good measure. Meanwhile, Lois is crawling around on the floor in search of her ring. Just when she sees it, some unknowing passerby kicks it away. Oliver has taken off his strappy heels and is using them as impromptu weapons. (Every frame I freeze on so that I can type is just... so awesome.) He beats one guard insensible, then goes after another. At one point, Oliver tosses a shoe to one guy, then kicks the guy in the chest while he's busy catching it. Chloe shoots towards one of the guards, missing him either out of good will or accident. Oliver is now contending with a thug who has just ripped his bikini top off. Oliver glances down at his bare torso for a second, then proceeds to beat the guy with his remaining shoe.
A new guy comes in, guns blazing. Chloe shoots at the wagon-wheel chandelier just above him, sending it crashing down on top of him. Lois finally has her ring within reach. She picks it up, gives it a little smooch, and promises never to part with it again. Fortune grabs her by the throat and yanks her onto her feet. "Think I'm gonna let you run off with my lucky ring?" Again, how lucky could the ring be if all this shit is happening to him? Nonetheless, he insists he's such a big winner. Oliver comes up behind him, all, "The only one getting lucky tonight is yours truly." He backhands Fortune and sends him crashing to the floor. Chloe joins them. "Way to go all in, gorgeous," Oliver tells her. Her reply: "Back atcha, hot stuff." Heh.