Hey, guys! There's not many chapters left in my other Bellarke story, Domino Effect, and so I thought I'd start another one. Bellamy is just too beautiful not to write about...*swoon*. I hope you guys enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
Bellamy Blake snorted as he watched Monty Green strike out for the third time that evening. It wasn't even eleven o'clock yet but the kid clearly had absolutely no game. Bellamy looked over to where Monty's best friend and partner in crime was sitting, drunk off his face and giggling like a teenage girl. There were times like these when Bellamy wondered exactly what he was doing with these two as part of his business, given the rest of them were older and a hell of a lot more serious.
But they were smart.
And they provided well needed comic relief.
"Do you think the kid is a virgin?" Nathan Miller asked as he lifted his drink to his lips.
"Uh, I would eat my own fucking arm if that kid wasn't a virgin," Bellamy replied with a grin, throwing back the rest of his own drink.
"I heard that!" Monty slurred, looking over at the two of them as he walked back over to the bar where they were sitting. "And I'm not! Well...Partly not!" Miller and Bellamy both let out laughs.
"I'm pretty sure you either are or you aren't," Bellamy stated.
"My heart isn't a virgin," Monty declared, putting a hand to his chest and tilting his head to the side, blinking across at Bellamy and Miller earnestly.
"I think he means virgin with your penis," Jasper said in a stage whisper.
"Oh, for fucks sakes," Bellamy rolled his eyes as he held up his hand to hail down the bartender. "We cannot take you two out in public when there's alcohol involved."
"Or sugar," Miller added with a sigh. "These two are like a couple of preteens."
"That's because they practically are preteens," Bellamy said.
"I object to that!" Jasper cried, slamming his fist down on the counter top.
"I second that motion!" Monty slammed his fist down as well. Bellamy and Miller exchanged looks and shook their heads as the two younger boys both looked at each other and started giggling, clearly distracted.
"Can I get another whiskey?" Bellamy asked and the girl smiled at him, nodding before turning back to the bar. Monty and Jasper were going off on some other tangent, sounding like they were making a 'plan of attack' to hit on their next target—woman. Miller said something under his breath about going to the bathroom and Bellamy nodded as his drink was slid over to him. He swirled it around before taking a sip and then looking around the bar. It was pretty busy for a small place, but then it was a Friday night, so most of the city was looking for somewhere to drink and let loose.
"Hey, what about her?" Jasper hissed over at Monty. Bellamy glanced over his shoulder to where the two were looking and then let out a snort when he saw the girls that he had an eye on.
"Yeah, right," he laughed. "Good luck with that one—with any of them."
"Oh, come on," Jasper gave him a look of mock-outrage. "You think that my brother from another mother can't score with at least one of those girls?"
"First of all, don't ever say that again," Bellamy stated with a raised eyebrow. "And second, no. No I don't either of you could score with any of those girls and especially with that girl." There may have been four girls standing there, but it wasn't hard to know which one Bellamy was indicating to.
"Now that's a challenge if I ever heard one," Monty rubbed his hands together. "And I'm always down for a challenge." He slid off his barstool and ran his hand through his hair. Jasper patted his on the shoulder encouragingly.
"You know he's going to fail...Epically, right?" Bellamy said, spinning his booth around and leaning over both elbows back on the bar top, watching as Monty walked over to the group of girls who were standing on the opposite side of the pool table. Bellamy wasn't a hundred percent certain which girl Monty was going for, but they were all far out of his league, especially the one who was clearly the ring leader, who was standing in the middle. Usually, Bellamy didn't pay any attention to girls who travelled in packs—most of the time, they were snooty and conceited and not worth an ounce of his attention, but this one looked a little different.
She wasn't stick thin, and she was drinking beer, and she wasn't wearing a dress that looked as though it might have been a belt in another life.
She was actually damn hot.
There was actually something that felt a little familiar about her, but he shrugged it off. He used to come to this bar a lot, and she looked like she might have been a regular—he had probably fantasized about her once or twice.
"You guys actually sent him over there?" Miller appeared back at Bellamy's side. "That kid is going to be chewed up and spat back out. You know who that blonde is, right?"
"Apparently I challenged him," Bellamy shrugged, not looking too bothered. "And no. Who is it?"
"She's the daughter of—"
"Guys," Jasper interrupted, looked like he was in complete wonderment. "Are you watching this?" Bellamy glanced over at him and then looked back over to Monty, who was now looking like he was having almost a good time? The blonde girl in charge was grinning warmly at him, and the two brunette's at her side were laughing, all of them looking surprisingly genuine. There was a fourth girl, with dirty blonde hair, who was walking over to them with a tray of shots. The girls all laughed and cheered, and then one of the brunette's held out of the shots out to Monty. Monty looked as surprised as the rest of them and the cheesy smile he sent over to them almost made Miller choke on his drink.
"Looks like maybe the man did it," Bellamy smirked. "Good on him."
"Hey, Bellamy," Miller's voice was low and almost warning, which completely different from the way they had been joking and laughing all evening. Bellamy looked over to where Miller was nodding, and he put down his tumbler back down.
"Some people just can't handle their drink," Bellamy sighed as he looked over at the two men who looked as though they were about to start an argument. Even with the music that was playing, and the talking from the other occupants of the bar, their voices were slowly rising. One of the bouncers looked over at them, clearly keeping an eye on the situation, waiting to see if it was going to escalate. It looked like it was going to end up in a fight, one of the men clenching his hand into a fist at his side.
"The bouncers got this, boss," Jasper said, holding up his fingers in the air and flickering them to get the attention of the pretty bartender. "Let's just have a night out where we don't have to do any physical work."
"Didn't realize you knew how to do physical work," Bellamy said, managing to sound sarcastic despite the concern that was etched on his face.
"Now that's just insulting—" Jasper was cut off as the first punch was thrown. Bellamy's body to the join in, but he remained seated, watching as the two bouncers walked over to the burly men who were now shouting and throwing fists at each other. One of the bouncers was thrown to the side, close to where Monty was standing with the girls. Bellamy noted with concern that none of the girls took steps back, like people normally would in that position. In fact, the blonde narrowed her eyes and took half a step forward, as though to get out in front of her friends.
"These people are meant to be bouncers?" Bellamy shook his head as the second man caught a right hook in the chin. "Where do they get their training?"
"I don't think they do get training," Miller turned his head to the side as the bouncers managed to get one of the men pinned down and were shouting at the other one. The second man was drunk and looked like he was going to try and go after the first man again. He stumbled backwards, getting just a little too close to the four girls and Monty. He was pulling back his fist when suddenly the blonde girl jabbed her elbow in his side, making him grunt in pain, and then when he looked back at her, she threw her fist into his face, blood spurting from his nose.
"Oh. My. God," Jasper gasped out, picking up his drink and watching like an entranced child. "I think I love her." The punch had caught him off guard, and was enough for him to be subdued by the fumbling bouncers. "I'm gonna beg Murphy to introduce us." Bellamy frowned as he realized that Jasper knew who the blonde was as well, and even more so, John Murphy.
"I'm not gonna lie," Miller said with raised eyebrows. "I'm pretty hard for her right now." Bellamy didn't say anything, his eyes still locked on the blonde, who was shaking out her hand and turning back to her friends. Monty was blinking at them, a similar expression on his face to the one on Jasper's.
"I think this might be a night for me, boys," Bellamy said, finishing off his drink and standing up. His friends looked surprised as he pulled his leather jacket on and flicked out the collar.
"It's still early," Miller commented. "You're not going to try and find someone to take home?" Bellamy looked once more over to Monty and the girls, and especially the blonde, before shaking his head.
"I'll see you at work tomorrow morning," Bellamy said, putting two fingers to his forehead and saluting the two before heading outside. It was busy on the street, people looking drunk and clutching at each other to try and remain upright. The night air was cold, which was refreshing from the stuffy warmth inside the bar, and he took in a couple of deep breaths.
"Did it get too exciting in there for you?" Came a question from behind him, and he looked over his shoulder. It was the blonde, leaning against the wall of the bar with a cigarette in her hand and a foot propped up against the concrete behind her. He hadn't even realized that she had left the bar. She must've walked out while he was saying goodbye to the boys.
"Didn't look like it was too exciting for you," Bellamy replied, turning around to face her properly, a small grin pulling at the corners of his mouth as he looked her up and down. She was wearing black skinny jeans and a long sleeved dark blue shirt with a deep v-neck, showing off her cleavage, with a cropped leather jacket over the top. She wasn't wearing too much makeup, although her eyes and eyelids were lined darkly and there was a hint of red on her full mouth.
"Eh," she shrugged one shoulder. "Some people just can't handle their drink," she repeated his earlier sentiment as she lifted the cigarette to her mouth. They were quiet for a few minutes before Bellamy decided to just go for it.
"I'm Bellamy," he said, sticking out his hand.
"I'm Clarke," she replied with a half smile, gripping his hand and shaking it firmly. She was wearing about seven different rings, including one on her pointer finger that looked like it weighed a couple of kilograms by itself, with intricate designs wrapped around the letter G. He gave her hand a squeeze before dropping his hand back to his side.
"Is that a family ring?" He asked, nodding down to her hand. There was something about the ring that was familiar but he couldn't quite place it. He would blame it on the alcohol, because usually he was pretty good with remembering things like that.
"Something like that," Clarke nodded. She opened her mouth to continue when the door opened and a man came out, giving a narrow eyed look at Bellamy before turning to Clarke.
"You good, Clarke?" He asked.
"I'm fine, Finn. I'll come back in in a sec," she told him with a half smile. He nodded back at her before turning around and heading into the bar. Bellamy frowned as he saw what was on the back of the denim vest that he was wearing, a patch announcing Phantoms MC. His whole body tensed, but before he could process it fully, Clarke dropped her cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with the heel of her boot. "It was good meeting you, Bellamy."
"Yeah, you too," Bellamy said to her, not able to hold back the slightly clipped tone. She didn't seem to notice though.
"I'll see around," Clarke smiled at him before walking back into the club.
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