The deafening roar of the crowd drowned out the siren that called the end of the match. Clarke, Lexa and Anya were on their feet, cheering along with the other 52, 000 people in the crowd. It was the biggest win in State of Origin history – 52-6 to Queensland – and they were the lucky people who could say that they were there for that historic moment. Raven and Octavia shared a look of pure loathing while their friends cheered and rubbed it in their faces. Both girls knew they were in for a long night.

'Suck on that! I told you we were gonna win! I knew it! You losers didn't have Buckley's chance of beating us,' Clarke cheered, coming up between Raven and Octavia and throwing her arms around their shoulders. They were standing outside Suncorp Stadium; people dressed in blue were hanging their heads and glaring at the people dressed in maroon as they really stuck it to them. Lexa noted this appeared to be Queenslanders in their natural form.

'Shut it, Clarke. We all know the ref is full of shit,' Octavia scowled, pushing Clarke's arm off her, 'we all know that that try before half wasn't one. Full of shit…'

'I never took you for a sore loser, Octavia,' Lexa smirked, and Octavia glared daggers at her, 'I guess Clarke was right when she said that New South Wales sucked,'

'Shut up. You didn't even know the game existed until tonight.' The entire group burst out laughing, even Raven was laughing, despite the dig at her team.

'Well,' Clarke said, turning to face her friends, clapping her hands together, 'I think this calls for a celebration. I have grog back at the hotel. We stopped by the bottle-o when we came in this morning.' Despite the reason, Octavia and Raven nodded their heads, eagerly accepting Clarke's offer. 'Lexa, Anya, you in?'

Lexa turned to Anya, as it was really her decision as Lexa really had no idea. 'Of course, Clarke. What better way to celebrate a defining moment in Origin history?'

At this point, Lexa was still more than a little confused about everything. What on earth was grog? As for bottle-o, Lexa wasn't even sure that was actually a word. It wasn't the only confusing thing that had happened that night. When her new friends and her cousin had started throwing the words "Cockroach" and "Cane toad" around, Lexa was fairly sure that they weren't referring to the animals. The only confusing thing that had happened to Lexa that night was when Clarke had suddenly started to smudge something over her eyes, and when Lexa pulled back, Clarke had simply held up the small pallet of maroon face paint. Lexa had let Clarke smear her face in the stuff, so she now had maroon face paint covering her eyes, which Clarke had affectionately nicknamed her war paint.

After a rather cramped taxi ride, the five girls were making their way inside the hotel, and cramping themselves into the lift to get to the floor that Clarke, Raven and Octavia were staying on. Lexa couldn't help but wonder what they looked like to others, four girls, two with blue paint smeared over their faces, and three others with maroon paint and smiles spread across their faces. Despite her confusion, Lexa was very much enjoying the company of the four other girls, and learning a lot of things at the same time. Like when she mentioned about having bought a pair of "flip flops", almost all of the girls had yelled 'They're called thongs!' at her. Lexa had come to Australia to learn about the history and the people, but she was definitely learning more than that.

'To Origin history!' Clarke toasted, holding up her bottle in the air as the girls sat around in the room, having cracked open the stubbies and getting ready to party.

'To Origin history!' The others cheered, clinking the bottles together and laughing, Raven plugging her phone into a pair of speakers and turning it up so the music flowed and filled the room, but was quiet enough that they could all talk without having to raise their voices too much.

Lexa simply observed the conversations for a while, watching as Raven and Octavia tried to convince Anya that, in fact, the ref was full of shit and Queensland had only won because the ref hadn't called out the knock ons and been too harsh on the Blues. Anya bit back with something, but Lexa wasn't listening; she was too busy studying the stubbie cooler that had "To have and to hold and to keep your beer cold" written on it. Lexa figured it was from a wedding or something, but she was starting to catch onto the Australian sense of humour, so she wasn't completely sure.

'Hey,' Clarke said, plopping down on the bed next to Lexa, causing Lexa to look.

'Hey,' Lexa smiled, her heart beat suddenly starting to speed up.

'Are you actually going to drink that, or are you just gonna keep looking at the cooler all night?' Clarke laughed, and then motioned at the bottle in her hands, 'Do you want me to open it or..?'

Lexa scowled at Clarke, possessively holding the bottle closer to her, 'I think I can manage, thank you,' With almost no effort, Lexa twisted the top off her bottle, barely concealing a smirk as she gave Clarke a pointed look, 'See, told you.' Lexa took a swig of the drink, holding the bottle up to her lips, and nearly spat it out, opting to pull a face instead. That nearly made Clarke fall off the bed in laughter. Lexa frowned at the bottle, feeling slightly betrayed that it had done that to her after everything.

'Too strong for ya, hey? I guess it's true about what they say about American beer,' there was still laughter in Clarke's voice, but it was evident that she was trying to hold back.

'Now what exactly is wrong with American beer?' Lexa challenged, playfully glaring at the blonde. The beer was too strong, actually, but Lexa would never admit it. It was just a case of Lexa not being used to the drink, she would get used to it after a while.

'Hey, I didn't say that there was anything wrong with it. You're the one who said it.'

'…Shut up.'

Clarke burst out into laughter again, flinging her arm around Lexa. 'Don't worry. It's true when they say that XXXX isn't for everyone. Maybe you should try Fosters instead,' Lexa didn't miss the glint in Clarke's eyes. It seemed to be a fun game that everyone, especially Clarke and her friends, liked to play: make the tourist believe as many lies as possible, and then laugh when they confused. Lexa was certainly confused, she was sure that most people drank Fosters in Australia. But the way Clarke said it, it made Lexa think that maybe that was just a lie.

'So, Lexa,' Raven said after a while, the attention of the room turning to them, 'what'd ya think of the game?'

'I very much enjoyed it, even though it's a little confusing. I don't know much about how it works.' That was a lie. Lexa knew nothing about how the game worked, only that dropping the ball after it had touched you was called a knock on.

'That's fixable,' Raven grinned, sharing a conspiring look with her friends, even Anya grinned. Lexa felt like something was going to happen, and it did.

Raven fixed the situation by explaining the rules of the game to Lexa, the other girls joining in to help, sometimes even getting up and demonstrating what they were talking about. By this point, they were all four or five drinks in, which meant that everyone was laughing uncontrollably as Octavia did her best impression of kicking a conversion.

'You absolute dag,' Clarke laughed as Octavia fell over. No one made a move to help Octavia up; they all just sat around laughing, even Octavia was laughing. Lexa wasn't sure how Octavia had done it, but she hadn't spilt a drop of beer on the ground as she fell. That just made Lexa laugh harder.