She could still taste the jasmine from her specialized mixture of moonshine when she rolled over in her tent. Her hair was tangled and had a little bit of dirt in it from her lack of a pillow. She'd given it away to a younger girl who had come to see her about chronic neck pain. It was another sleepy morning where the sun was just high enough to give her a slight headache. She stood up, moved back the flap and headed to her second home- the medical bay. She might have been hung-over but she didn't care, she could still do her job. She was functioning just fine with at least two drinks a night and who was anyone to tell her any different?

She hit the radio button so she could wake up- the sound of "Often" by Weeknd started vibrating the drop ship. The music was from 2014 but that didn't matter much to her- it was explicit and it made her feel like the party was still going strong from last night. She swayed back and forth to the beat while she prepared for another day of stupid mistakes. She was singing along with the song when Bellamy knocked on the side of the metal frame.

Bellamy enjoyed the sight of Clarke dancing along with the music in the drop ship just as he'd enjoyed how she danced with him last night. The way her head fell right into his neck as she slowly grinded into him. Of course, her drink was spilling over her hands as she teased him repeatedly with her those hips. But everyone was drunk last night- and the night before- and the night before because it was too damn depressing to admit that everyone was dead on the Ark. "Can you turn it down?" Bellamy asked her with raised eyebrows.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned it off completely. "You need something?" She liked to play this game with Bellamy- she pretended she didn't remember dancing with him, she pretended she didn't remember how she whispered in his ear "I want you" and how he said "I want you too" with evident dripping sexual desire or how she would fall into her tent and leave him searching for her all night. He would play along and they would never talk about the sexual tension or desire that seemed to suffocate every small space they walked into together.

"The party's cancelled tonight. It seems like major storm clouds are coming in from the East." Bellamy said. She thought he looked disappointed with the news. How was she going to get her kicks off when they weren't going to be allowed to blend in with the crowd of horny teenagers? She might have still been drunk when she walked over to Bellamy and kissed his neck sloppily before exiting the drop ship. She just wanted him to have something to remember her by when he brought some whore into his tent to ride out the storm. It was childish- maybe- but so worth the high. Who was she to deny him of his nightly dose of Clarke? Oh, yeah—said Clarke—that was her. She wasn't Clarke when she played their game? She was Princess.

Bellamy followed her, having no real reason to stay in the med-bay. He watched as she pulled her jacket closer to her, rubbed her neck as if it hurt and waved at Monty. He smirked at the way she tripped a little because she was hung-over just like everyone else. It reminded him that she had her "moments" just like everyone else but Clarke still had a shiny halo over her head in his eyes. She eventually reached the middle of the camp and raised her hands and yelled to get their people's attention. "Hey, if you could all direct your attention to the East. Yes, those are clouds. Yes, that means there is possibly a storm tonight. Do not panic, we've made it through a hurricane and we can make it through a little rain." She announced, "Now please prepare yourselves. Don't do anything that seems extremely dangerous unless you have to. Keep the volume down. Thank you."

The crowd dispersed and Bellamy walked over to her. He was breaking the first and most important rule of the game. "What was that?" It shocked her that he even asked. He knew better—or at least she was under the assumption that he knew better.

"Nothing." She shrugged.

Bellamy shook his head at her, "Princess, can we break character for a moment and talk like rational people?"

"Sure." She crossed her arms automatically, "Like I said it was nothing. I'm just trying to have fun Bellamy- I never have fun. It's my turn, right?"

"You want to have fun?" He smirked, "I can show you all different types of fun that will make this little game you're playing look like child's play."

"Not interested." She was extremely interested. The way his dark eyes were looking into hers, the way she saw him leaning towards her- he wanted her to take him up on his offer and she was half inclined to grab his arm and pull him into the nearest tent. "Well…unless you can do something for me."

"What?" She knew he was hanging by a thread and willing to do anything right now- unless it was begging, he had too much pride to beg.

She tapped her cheek, "Right here."

He hesitated at the simplicity of her request before he leaned forward and pressed his lips softly against her cheek. Something clicked inside of him- she was breaking him down. It was her game, she wanted to be in charge. They were in a war for dominance and he was losing it- terribly. He hadn't kissed her yet- she hadn't kissed him either. They looked at each other- testing one another's strength as they stayed in that position. He smirked at her, "I did as you asked, Princess."

"Aww, still not interested buddy." She patted his cheek with her soft hand. "I'm going to ride…" His eyes widened with her words. "…out this storm with my friends. If you get hurt or something, feel free to wait until the rain stops."

"Denying medical treatment, too?"

"Should have kissed me sweeter."

"You're not going to win this."

"I probably wouldn't have a chance if you were using that grand-leader mind of yours. But you're using Bellamy Jr. instead."

"You did not just name my…"

"Need a word bank?"

"That's not cool, Clarke." He said, "At all."

She shrugged, "On a more serious note—don't do anything stupid, today…okay? If something important comes up I'll most likely be in the drop ship with those who are smart enough to take shelter."

"You really going to make me suffer some more?"

She smirked, "You know it."