Hey there! So this chapter is a quick intro, I'm actually working on the second chapter now... I hope you enjoy this, and I'm a huge fan of feedback!

Clarke grunted as she nudged the front door of her apartment open with her hip, carefully balancing two grocery bags in her hands. After unloading the contents of the bag into her kitchen, the blonde pulled her phone from her pocket. It hadn't stopped vibrating since she left the market, and she figured it was time to give it the attention it was demanding. She had 6 missed calls, two from Octavia and four from Raven. Cringing, she decided to call Octavia back first.

"About fucking time Griffin! You know, most people don't have the patience to be friends with someone who can't pick up their damn phone. "

Clarke chuckled in relief, knowing by the tone of the brunette's voice that she hadn't missed anything serious.

" Sorry Octavia, just getting in from the studio. Is it safe to assume Reyes is with you?"

A shout of profanity from a second voice on the other end of the phone answered her question before Octavia could.

"Of course, when isn't she up my ass?"

That earned a snort from Clarke.

"Anyways, it's Saturday and Reyes has been begging me for the better part of the week to go out drinking with her tonight. Lincoln's busy, and I'm out of excuses. What do you say Griff?"

Clarke hesitated. Her body and clothing were both decorated with sporadic streaks of paint from her time spent in her makeshift studio. It had been a long day and she had fully intended on taking a hot shower before spending her night curled up on her couch with a glass of wine and a classic movie. On the other hand it had been a while since she had spent a real night out with her friends and, like Octavia, she had blown Raven off more times than she would have liked to this week. Glancing at the bottle of wine out on her counter, and running her hand roughly over her face, she made a choice.

"Yeah alright, that sounds fun. Give me a few to clean up and then I'll head to your place."

With a squeal of triumph Octavia ended the call, leaving the blonde to smirk and shake her head as she put the phone down gently on the counter. She found a place for the unopened wine in her fridge, and made her way back to her bathroom to clean up for the night ahead. After a quick shower, the blonde put on a simple face of makeup, with a light amount of eyeliner and mascara to bring out the blue in her eyes. Drying and styling her hair took a bit longer, but soon she was in her favorite black dress and on her way to Octavia's apartment. The drive was short, finding an open visitor's spot in the complex actually took longer. After parking, Clarke allowed herself a second to mentally prepare herself for the night. She loved her friends more than anything, but they had a drive when it came to partying that she could only match if she wanted to hate herself for the next week. Unfortunately for her, the spot she had found was in the direct line of sight of Octavia's apartment. The sound of shouting drew her gaze up to a half open window, and half of Raven Reyes sticking out of it.

"Come on Griffin, we have your favorite drink ready!"

Clarke chuckled and grabbed her purse from the passenger seat before shooting the retreating form an eye roll. Inside the apartment she was greeted by Octavia, who was already sporting a light blush from what clarke assumed to be pregaming.

"How generous of you to grace us with your presence tonight my liege."

Unceremoniously flipping her middle finger up at the brunette, Clarke made her way to the kitchen where Raven was pouring a pitcher of scarlet colored liquid into a coffee mug.

"So when do we admit that we can afford real glasses and stop drinking our alcohol like teenagers sneaking it?"

Raven smirked and passed the blonde the newly filled mug and leaned across the counter to kiss her on the cheek, earning a playful swat.

"Ah but that's the beauty of the tradition my little Aussie Princess*. By making the choice to use mugs now, we're saying fuck high society and their glasses."

The blonde shook her head and raised an eyebrow, turning to Octavia who had joined them in the kitchen. After receiving a passive shrug in response, she took a swig from her mug and turned back to Raven.

"So, you have us here now together and at your mercy. What's next?"

Both Octavia and Clarke watched Raven as she downed the remaining contents in her mug before giving the girls a smug look.

"I got us on the list at Grounders."

Octavia choked on her mouthful of Sangria, spitting half of it back into her cup.

"Grounders?! I've been trying to get into there since the day I turned 21! How did you manage that?"

Raven handed the other brunette a napkin before pouring herself another mug, and refilling Clarke's.

"Let's just say I did a little hacking as a favor for a certain someone that needed some things removed from their record, and they happened to work there."

Clarke cleared her throat, having been watching the conversation with her brows furrowed.

"What's so special about this place again?"

Both brunettes turned to her and shared a look before Octavia answered.

"Grounders is the most exclusive club in town, arguably in North America. It's owned by the Woods' sisters, incredibly rich heirs to their parent's fortune and company. Rumor has it that their dad even has ties to some kind of gang, and that's how he got his start, but who knows. All I know is we're going!"

Raven raised her mug up, and waited for the other girls to copy the gesture before breaking out into a warm smile.

"To us, may we only remember bits and epic pieces of what happens tonight."

The three of them laughed, and brought their mugs together with a resounding clink. Little did Clarke know, epic didn't begin to describe the journey tonight was launching.

*Yes, Clarke is Australian, and no this story isn't set in Australia... I'll get more into that in later chapters I promise.