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"Clarke, she's gone."
"Well yeah Raven, I noticed. I just don't want to accept it."
"Seriously Clarke, let her go."
"I can't just let her go, Raven. After everything, all the happy times? And the not so happy times where she was the most reassuring comfort I could get?"
"Thanks Clarke. Shove it into your best friend's face that I wasn't good enough in your times of need!" Raven playfully pouted.
"Ugh you know what I mean. Okay can we just... think of all the places she could have gone?"
"We already did that Clarke, like a hundred times." Raven rolled her eyes. "She's gone. Drink your beer and stop whining. Get used to the new situation. There's no way you're getting her back and you know it. Kinda."
"Yeah. It's hopeless. Fuck this shit. Fuck my life." Clarke resigned and drew her attention back to the bottle on the counter in front of her, that had remained almost untouched since they had entered the bar. She only looked up again when Octavia sat down on the barstool next to her a few minutes later, looking at her with pity in her eyes, then moving her gaze to Raven, who just shook her head.
"Clarke, I really don't want to be the ass here, but it's just a cat. And she's been gone for only two days, she probably just got lost but there's still a chance she comes back." She stated and waved at the barkeeper. "Three tequilas here? Thanks."
"O, seriously? Tequila? I can't get drunk, I have to go in a few anyway because I really need to–"
"Clarke, you're not gonna find that damn cat tonight, can you please just fuckin' relax now?" Octavia interrupted her with an already slightly annoyed voice.
"–work tomorrow." Clarke finished her sentence and Raven let out a laugh at the unexpected ending.
And then they got hammered.
Clarke woke up with a dull headache and her stomach felt incredibly sick. She groaned as she blindly fumbled around to find her alarm clock, the source of the piercing noise that would eventually make her head explode if she didn't manage to switch it off soon. Goddamnit! She cursed and opened her eyes, noticing that the alarm clock was nowhere to be found.
"Wait a minute", she said to herself. "This is not my nightstand." She slowly sat herself up and let her gaze wander around the room. "This isn't my room either."
When she felt the body next to her shift slightly, her eyes widened and she slowly, slowly turned around. "Oh. God. This is not happening. Wha–Holy Lord, Raven! Thank God! Ffff–shit." Clarke exclaimed and immediately brought her hand to her head, since the sudden exclaim and its loudness sent a new wave of sharp pain through her brain.
"Griff, what the fuck." Raven turned her head towards Clarke but did not open her eyes.
"Sorry." Clarke paused for a moment, looking around the room once again, narrowing her eyes. "Rae?"
"What." Raven half–huffed into the pillow.
"Just out of curiosity... where are we?"
"What do you mean where are we? In bed. I probably don't even wanna know why it's the two of us. Can you switch that damn thing off now?"
"I wish I could. But there's nothing to switch off here."
Raven sighed and forced herself to wake up. When the realization of their surroundings hit her, she widened her eyes and mimicked Clarke's earlier motion, sitting herself up as well.
"Um." was all the woman said. They sat in silence for a minute or two, staring at the plain wall in front of them, then slowly turned their heads, staring at each other for a moment and burst out laughing.
"Why do nights with you always end up like this, Griff?" Raven laughed and let herself fall back onto the bed again.
Clarke snorted at her friend's comment and got up, determined to find the source of the nerve–recking sound. Just when she was about to open the room's door, it swung open and banged against the wall. Clarke was barely quick enough to jump back to not get hit.
"Octavia, God! You almost killed me."
"Sorry. But I brought you coffee!" Octavia happily exclaimed, holding up two cups. A bit too enthusiastically though, pouring half of the hot liquid over Clarke's top.
"Oouuch." Clarke said dryly, slowly pulling the top away from her slightly burnt skin.
Octavia laughed, "Whooops!", handed one cup to the blonde and the other one to Raven and then jumped onto the bed, almost causing another accident but Raven was quick enough to hold the cup over the edge of the bed, as far away from her as possible. "Octavia, seriously. What the fuck."
Clarke let out a small laugh. It wasn't the first time the three of them woke up in a stranger's apartment after a night of excessive drinking and it was always the same the next morning. Tired and hungover, dying for a cup of coffee. Only that Octavia didn't seem to be...
"O, where's your hangover?" Clarke narrowed her eyes.
"And where the fuck are we?" Raven added.
"Ummm I kinda, I don't know. But we're at Lincoln's."
"And who the fuck is Lincoln?" Clarke asked, her annoyance slightly growing.
"Lincoln is a... well we, he... and then... Lincoln." Octavia grinned.
Raven turned towards Clarke. "What's wrong with her? You think she turned deaf or retarded or something? Somehow she didn't understand your question." Clarke nodded.
Octavia rolled her eyes. "Lincoln is–" A tall tattooed and ripped guy appeared in the doorframe. "–that." Octavia finished.
Clarke and Raven remained silent, calmly sipping their coffee, looking at Lincoln expressionless yet expectingly. Octavia's one night stands were nothing unusual, but usually her night's company woke up in the girls' place, and this time it was the other way around. Yet Clarke and Raven managed to make Lincoln shift his weight slightly, obviously uncomfortable.
"Ugh guys, a little less awkward and a little more Thank you for letting us stay here?" Octavia broke the silence.
The two other women laughed and apologized to Lincoln, who was, they had to admit, not the sort of typical jerk that Octavia usually felt drawn to. He had prepared breakfast, which had caused the fire alarm to go off, as they found out, because he and Octavia had gotten... busy, and after a shower and a rather delicious breakfast, they had left the apartment, ready for the new day to start.