An Intro:
It was a simple concept.
Every other Thursday Clarke Griffin would cover her vintage white oak dining table with a beer stained poker table top.
They had chosen her apartment because it was equidistant from all of their places (although she had yet to see a map to prove as much). It was the only college tradition they held onto, their way to battle back against the forces of the universe (specifically the concept of aging) that seemed to be pulling them all in separate directions.
There were 5 players:
-Clarke Griffin, an accomplished and well respected Dr. who lacks a love life and a functional relationship with her mother.
- Jasper Jordan a biochemist who never has the time to really explain his job but is secure enough in his maturity to wear those ridiculous googles on his head almost all of the time.
-Monty Green, who has a well-paying job at a pharmaceutical company but was most proud of the still he and Jasper installed in their bathtub and his own personal "garden".
-Nathan Miller, a good natured cop who insisted on wearing a knitted beanie even when it wasn't cold out (unless he was on duty of course, that was his one grievance with the uniform)
-Bellamy Blake, newly hired professor in the Ark's history department, who spends most of his time continuing to try and raise his fully grown 23 year old little sister.
There were only a few things to remember. Most importantly, the dealer (different on any given night) gets two choices: the game and the liquor (although they did devise a system to prevent Monty from bringing his homebrew every week, there's an alphabetical pattern: a bottle of Absolute one week, Bacardi the next etc, etc.)
Other than that, there were five simple rules:
BYOB Always bottles, never cans.
No phones unless someone is in mortal danger.
Don't get involved in a Mom and Dad argument ( a cruel euphemism for Clarke and Bellamy's occasional disagreements)
Never speak of Mt Weather
No inviting randoms.
It was so simple. On paper (and it was on paper, and laminated, Jasper had seen to that) it was easier than just about anything else in their lives. The thing about rules though, as everyone knows, is that people are always going to break them (in other words: Jasper wasted that $3 on the laminator at Staples because nothing is sacred anymore.)