He looked through his closet three times before he found the shitty suit he had worn for Octavia's wedding. I need to call her soon
He took the jacket and found a pair of jeans that weren't complete trash.
Why the hell am I doing this? I barely know this girl and here I am dressing up to go meet her for drinks. Oh yeah, I get drinks. Never mind.
Once he felt he looked acceptable enough to get into the dumb club he left. He pulled up and paid the valet. Walking in, he immediately felt out of place. A few people were giving him strange looks, but the second Clarke called him over it ceased.
"Club is a bit fancy for me, Princess."
"Nonsense. You're here now, sit and drink." She didn't have to tell him twice. The second he pulled his chair in, the waiter had brought him a glass and poured out some nice whiskey. Leaving the decanter. He took a sip, it was so smooth.
"This is probably the best thing I've ever had in my entire life." She giggled again. I love that noise so much...
He finished his drink and she refilled it for him. "Trying to get me drunk, Princess?"
"Maybe..." She smirked. But her face fell when a man came up next to her, whispering something in her ear. "Alright, thank you."
"Everything good?" She sighed and plastered a fake smile on.
"Oh, just trying to run the business my husband left me even though I want nothing to do with it."
"Anything I can do to help?"
"No!" She was quick to respond. Looking around, she realized she had gathered a few looks due to her outburst. Her demeanor returned to normal rather quickly. "No...uh...why mix business and personal? It complicates everything."
He gave her a quick once over. "Alright...just, let me know."
"Thanks, but there is no need." She seemed extremely evasive.
"Alright, well I believe you said you were trying to get me drunk. Shall we continue with that?" He prompted to change the subject. Her fake smile morphed into a real one.
"Absolutely."
They spent the afternoon drinking and talking about trivial things. Finally, he brought up what he wanted to talk about.
"So...you said to call if I needed to know more about...And then you suggested we continue our conversation when you called." Her face fell.
"That I did. Alright, if you feel the need to talk about it, we can do that..."
"I-"
"Not here." She rose. He was stunned by her beauty again. She wore a tight black dress, it wasn't too revealing but it also didn't leave much to the imagination. Stepping out, she had silver stiletto pumps making her legs run a mile long again. When he looked back up he was met with an amused smirk.
"See something you like?"
"Uh..." Before he could respond another man came up behind her, whispering something else.
And just like before, the smile fell from her face. She rolled her eyes and said something in a different language. French?
"Vous le laissez hors d'affaires. Il ne vous concerne pas." She looked back at him with a semi-fake smile. "C'mon. Let's get out of here."
They walked out side by side, with four men behind them. The valet pulled up with a matte black 2017 Camaro convertible. She walked over to the passenger's side, yanking off her heels and throwing them in the back seat before taking the keys out of the valet's hand. She looked back at him.
"You want to drive?" Holding out the keys. He looked dumbstruck for a moment before a smile grew across his face. He snatched up the keys while she laughed and slid into the seat.
"Gustus, ramène la voiture chez toi. Nous vous y rencontrerons." She looked back at him and smiled. He turned over the engine, closing his eyes at the pur.
"Oh...yes." She laughed at the look on his face.
"So easy to please..."
He stepped on the gas and tore out of the club parking lot. She laughed and turned on the radio.
"You mind if I go trick some guys from work?"
"Knock yourself out." She smiled, leaning back.
They drove for a little a while before pulling up to the police station. She sat up and got a slightly panicked look on her face.
"You're a police officer?"
"Yeah. That a problem? Not a stolen car right?" He was smiling, teasing.
"No, of course not." A few guys came out yelling at him.
"Dude, what the fuck is this?"
"This, Miller, is a car. A real car, unlike your piece of shit."
"Alright, but where'd you get it?"
"This lovely lady right here." He gestured to Clarke.
"Well god damn, where do I find someone as beautifully sexy as you?"
"Alright, back the fuck up Murphy." The one Bellamy had called Miller stood between Murphy and her.
"Hi, I'm Nathan Miller." He offered his hand, she took it and shook.
"Clarke."
"Pretty name to match a pretty woman." Will came up from the back of the crowd. She squeaked a bit, jumping over the door. She attacked his face.
"Blake?" Miller and Murphy looked at him.
"She's Will's girl." They looked unconvinced.
"What the hell are you doing hanging out with his boring ass?" Asked Will.
"You weren't available for more...fun things." She smirked. He smirked right back, but everyone else looked uncomfortable.
Bellamy cleared his throat. That broke their trance.
"Sorry." He could see the blush rise in her cheeks. "My turn?"
"Your car." He handed her the keys and climbed into the passenger seat. She hopped over the door again into the driver's seat. Will walked over to her.
"Call you later?"
"Sure, have fun at work. Nice to meet you two." She waved at Miller and Murphy before speeding out of the parking lot.
"How the hell did you get that?" Murphy questioned.
"No idea..." Miller just patted him on the shoulder and dragged him into the station.