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A/N:

Hi there,

So this kinda came to me in a dream and went from there. In one of my other stories, I've looked at things from Clarke and Lexa's perspectives. But in this one I wanted to look at things through Raven's eyes. I've always kind of wanted to do an AU as well so this drabble has been the result of that desire. There are references to drinking and there is some coarse language so you have been warned!

Walking through the front door of this massive frickin house gives me an indication of the gap in wealth. I mean really it must be like one big gloat fest all the time. Big house, fancy cars that sort of thing; so it's only natural that I feel a little out of place.

See that person there standing awkwardly just inside the doorway? That's me, Raven Reyes probably the one person here who doesn't look like she belongs. The house I'm standing in, that belongs to my friend Octavia, or should I say her mom's uber rich boytoy.

So naturally when the cats are away the mice will play, i.e. Octavia throws a massive party and invites just about anyone. It ends up being a casual gateway to underage drinking and a soft core porno most of the time.

So why am I here you ask?

Well for starters, it beats the hell out of hanging out all by myself at my Foster parents place, although they wanted some alone time so they practically pushed me out the door anyway. I also figured I'd try and sneak a peek at some of those rides which hardly get taken out for a spin.

Everyone knows me as 'that mechanic chick' I guess. It fits because whenever I get the chance I like to toy with anything mechanical, to see how it works, to improve performance and just to get things running in general.

There's nothing quite like popping the hood of a car and going to work with what's under the hood. It's more than just something I can do though, it's my passion and I love doing it, there's nothing I've liked better.

I see some partygoers walk across the hall with those clichéd red cups in hand, no doubt filled with liquor and I turn toward the door on my right which is likely to take me to the garage.

"Raven! You made it!"

I stop dead in my tracks and turn to face the bright sunshiny girl bounding closer to me,

"Well I couldn't miss one of your parties now could I?"

That girl who was made up and accessorised like a runway model is none other than Octavia Blake. It was easy to see why she was popular given how she took no crap from anyone plus she seemed to know everyone. Thanks to her stepdad she always was in style which made her both loved and hated.

She was the kind of girl that other girls wanted to be but also hated because she always got plenty of attention from all the boys.

"You look the same as always do Raven. Like you don't give a shit about anything."

Her eyes darted towards the door I was nearest,

"You were going in to the garage were you?"

I gave a casual shrug and put my hands up in a gesture to say 'did you expect anything different?' She sighed,

"At least join in the party, grab a drink and flirt with some boys so you can take one in there with you."

I rolled my eyes as I followed her into this huge living area where people were playing drinking games, card games, pool and god knows what else. Look over there in that corner! Can you see those people playing strip poker? Christ get a room!

I'm not surprised to see that one of the guys participating in that game is Finn, my ex-boyfriend who cheated on me while I was out of town for awhile on a trip with my foster parents.

Octavia grabbed my hand and thrust a drink into it and grabbed my other hand and led me up a staircase. I'm not artist at least not in the usual sense of the word but there was some pricey shit on the walls. Still amazed me the kind of money people waste when they have too much of it.

Speaking of artists I saw one as Octavia pulled me into the room which must have been her destination all along. There were a few people in here already, Lincoln, Octavia's boyfriend, Jasper and his girlfriend Maya, Fox, Harper, Monty, Wells, Miller and last but not least the artist Clarke Griffin.

We all went to school together, well except for Lincoln who was in college. There was an awkward moment when Clarke's eyes met mine. Awkward because she was the girl the Finn cheated on me with.

I remember being so mad at her that I could think straight as I blamed her for the breakdown of my relationship with Finn. But slowly I came to realise that it may have happened eventually anyway and she just happened to be the unlucky girl he picked. She talked to me about it months later and explained that he had told her that he and I had already broken up.

Clarke and I aren't all that close other than running with the same crowds so it's not like there was some friend code violation or whatever. Just like there isn't an instruction manual on how to deal and act around someone who your boyfriend cheated on you with.

So it was just my luck that who else should walk in, wanting to join in on whatever Octavia had planned but Finn himself. He at least had the decency to not meet my eye. It's a good thing Octavia gave me that alcohol after all as this could be a long night.

After a series of drinking games, I was starting to feel a little tipsy as I grabbed another drink. I hadn't exactly planned on getting drunk or part the way there, but I wasn't sure I could be in the same room as Finn and be nice I guess.

So at least by having a few drinks my care factor dropped below zero.

"Okay guys and dolls let's do something I've wanted to do for awhile," Octavia said as she turned down the music.

She stumbled across and grabbed an empty beer bottle and placed it on the ground in the middle of the circle of those sitting in the room.

"We're gonna jump into the retro zone for a bit now and play a classic game of 'spin the bottle.'"

I rolled my eyes as I put the bottle I had to my mouth and took another swig of whatever it was I drinking. I didn't look at the label I just knew from the smell it was alcoholic.

The game begun as we all watched the bottle spin seeing who it was going to land on. There were some innocuous rounds in which other guys kissed girls but I didn't see any action. I had a good laugh when Finn spun the bottle and it landed on Miller but neither guy wanted to go through with it so that got made to do something else stupid separately.

"Raven it's your turn next, god knows how you need to get some," Octavia said her mouth to brain filter all but dissolved now. I flipped her the bird and placed my bottle down and picked up the empty one so I could give it a spin.

I watched as it begun to slow, wondering who it was going to stop and point at. I didn't have to wait long and when it did there was a few ooohs and laughter as I was teased. The bottle was pointing at Clarke.

Well fuck.

A few more than awkward seconds passed before Octavia intervened,

"Can anyone think of something we can get Raven to do seeing as she's not going to do it?"

I waved her off as I crawled across the circle to Clarke,

"Who said I wasn't going to do it? I'll actually man up and do it, unlike Finn."

I heard a cry of ohhh burn! Which I think came from Jasper as I placed one hand on Clarke's cheek and pulled her towards me. Our lips met and after the initial shock from doing something slightly scandalous, the two of us eased into it.

Distantly I could hear the cheering and hollering from those who watched us but I wasn't paying attention to them. It had been awhile since I last kissed anyone and I'd never kissed another girl before but this felt amazing. Her lips were softer and more pliable than any boys were and man it felt good to just let go for awhile.

"Uh you two can stop now," I heard Octavia's voice and Clarke slowly pulled away and both our eyes opened at the same time.

I don't know if it was the alcohol that was giving my inhibitions the finger but my eyes stayed locked on her lips before travelling up to look directly into those baby blue eyes of hers.

How the fuck did she manage to look so pretty all the time? Wearing a cute white beret, grey scarf and shit my alcohol addled mind processed that she was wearing mixes of white and grey elsewhere and that it was designer stuff too but my brain was switched off now more than ever.

I was in nothing but my customary jeans, singlet, beanie and combat boots. I'm sure I looked like riff-raff in comparison but whatever; I wasn't out to impress anyone.

We both wore identical expressions of shock I'm sure of it. Hers was probably shock that we'd actually done it, everyone knew that she had a crush on Octavia's brother Bellamy but my shock was how good it actual felt and how any residual hate I had for this girl had vanished at the touch of her lips.

Fuck, tomorrow at school was going to be awkward as hell.

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