"I swear to god I'm going to quit this job," Raven exclaimed as she busted into the apartment.

"Well, don't quit it until you've got another job waiting, because I can't pay for this place by myself," Clarke said, raising an eyebrow as she looked up from her place on the couch. She had her sketchbook on her lap. It was the first day that she'd drawn in a while, honestly, because she'd been going out with friends almost every day and working until late into the night only to sleep until late in the day. In most of her free time, she was talking to Lexa on the phone. Drawing had hardly crossed her mind actually, until she noticed her sketchbook laying on her desk, cold and untouched.

About an hour prior to now, Clarke had settled herself into the couch with her sketchbook and let everything flow out of her onto paper. It was currently Thursday in the early afternoon, and Raven wasn't supposed to be home yet. Before Clarke could inquire why she was home early, the brunette was already talking again. "You don't understand. Those assholes ask me to come into one of their fancy conference rooms and set up the new presentation system. Now, that's fine, it's my fucking job, right? So I go in, and I start hooking the whole thing up. I'm almost done when this asshole who's been in the room the whole fucking time goes, 'Oh actually, it needs to face this wall'. I'm like, alright, fine, he didn't realize, let me dismantle the whole fucking thing and face it the other way. Then one of his higher ups comes in and freaks out, because they have a conference in half an hour and apparently the thing is facing the wrong way. So I try to tell him about the misunderstanding while I'm trying to turn it backaround, and then this guy gets pissed off at me and tells me that I'm clearly too worked up and that I need to go home – and that they'll get one of the tech guys from one of the other floors of the building to do it."

Clarke's jaw dropped. "Wait, seriously? Were you even snapping at him?"

"No! I was just explaining what happened with the asshole in the room, and he added in that someone else told him wrong and I was like 'Alright, well it still happened' and I don't know, the boss guy just got unreasonably mad about it. I'm pretty sure I might actually quit soon. I've got enough savings to spend a couple of weeks looking for a new job. And let's be honest, I don't do anything less than perfect when it comes to my work, so there's no way I'll have to look for a job for longer than a couple of weeks."

"I mean, if you think so," Clarke said, nodding. "It sucks that you're so unhappy at your job anyway. Those people really don't deserve you as their tech manager or whatever your job is."

Raven rolled her eyes, but a small smile appeared on her face as she collapsed onto opposite side of the couch. "Whatcha doing?"

"Just drawing," Clarke answered, shrugging. "I haven't in a while."

"I would've thought that you'd be waking up right now," Raven admitted.

"Lexa called me a couple of hours ago before she went into work," Clarke explained, shrugging.

"She still planning on coming down next weekend?"

A smile spread across the blonde's face involuntarily. "Yes. I'm excited."

"You should be," Raven said, smiling. "I'm really glad that you guys are working around this long distance thing. I don't think I've seen you as happy as you are recently in a while. I mean, when you exclude the crying part and the stress part. Like, when you're talking to her and about her, you light up so brightly and I just... I'm happy for you."

Clarke grinned widely. "You gonna come to the bar with me tonight?"

Raven nodded. "Definitely. I could use so many drinks. Though, I should probably minimize how many I have to some degree, because if I'm still drunk when I get into work tomorrow, I will definitely quit."


A few hours later found Clarke behind the bar, as per usual, and Raven already one drink into her night. Clarke knew that it would going to be a long night, too, so she started lightening up Raven's drink as soon as the brunette ordered a second one. The night wasn't too busy, since it was the weekend, so when Lexa texted Clarke that she was off for the night, the blonde was able to answer.

From Sexy Evil GF – I'm off, and super bored. :(

To Sexy Evil GF – So do something to make you not bored. :P

"Clarke," Raven complained suddenly, and the blonde looked up from her phone with concern. "Usually on slow nights you're talking to me, notLexa."

"Hey, no complaining," Clarke insisted, "or else I'm cutting you off."

Raven huffed. "Fine. Get me another."

"You're not even done with that one." Clarke narrowed her eyes at the drink in front of the the brunette. Someone from the other end of the bar hailed her politely, and Clarke looked pointedly at her best friend before moving over to the guy.

When she was done getting him his drink, she glanced over to Raven to see her talking to some girl who looked like her intentions were definitely beyond friendly. Clarke couldn't help but smirk, because Raven looked half freaked out at the flirty demeanor that the girl was donning, and half utterly flattered. Clarke kept to the other end of the bar, talking with the regulars about their days. She knew lots of their names, and a lot about most of them. It was nice sometimes, to have familiar people in the bar, even if she'd only ever spoke to them while making their drinks. It was always worse to have a bar full of people she didn't recognize. The bar was almost like her home away from home after all the time she'd spent working there.

She only went back over to where Raven was when the girl seemed to excuse herself to go to the bathroom. Clarke immediately darted over to her best friend. "What the fuck just happened?" Raven demanded. "Girls never flirt with me."

"Maybe the gay is radiating off of you today," Clarke suggested, smirking. "She's cute, you should go for it."

"I am way too new at this," Raven huffed out, and Clarke found it absolutely endearing that her brave, fearless best friend seemed completely terrified at the prospect of interacting with a girl beyond the normal friendship limits.

"Raven, you are one of the bravest people that I know," Clarke insisted. "If you literally just be yourself, she'll be interested. Hell, you didn't have to do anything for her to be interested. Just be confident – but not like... cocky confident."

"Ugh, okay," she murmured, and Clarke noticed the girl returning from the bathroom. She quickly refilled her best friend's glass and gave her an encouraging smile, before walking off again.

By the end of the night, Raven had actually stopped drinking in order to maintain some coherence while talking to the girl, and once the girl had gone off for the night – after trying and failing to get Raven to go home with her, because the brunette had work in the morning – Clarke got off and dragged her best friend home.

When they got back to the apartment, Raven followed Clarke into her bedroom and collapsed onto her bed. "How did you do it?"

"What?"

"You went to Europe for a day, met a random hot girl, and somehow got her to take you around Europe for three weeks. Meanwhile, girl comes up to me, clearly interested, and I can barely fumble out any words," Raven huffed. "I'm supposed to be the cool one in this friendship."

"I didn't do anything to get Lexa to like me," Clarke insisted. "She did all the cool stuff."

"You've never actually laid it out to me – how it all happened. Didn't you say once that you'd explain it?"

"Yeah, but it's not that important," Clarke insisted, changing into her pajamas and facing away from her best friend as she did so.

"Clarke," Raven whined, frowning, and the blonde relented.

"Alright fine."

"Yay, story time!"

As Raven cuddled under Clarke's blankets, the blonde sat on the bed next to her and crossed her legs. "So, I flew in on Friday night. And then I was taking bus to the hotel, and some random guy came and sat next to me and would not stop asking about me and trying to talk to me. As you would assume, I was not in a people mood, but he wouldn't stop bothering me. And then Lexa got on the bus, and told the guy to move seats because I was her girlfriend."

Raven's eyes widened. "Damn. That's brave."

Clarke smirked and nodded. "I just said thank you and then proceeded to fall asleep on the bus, and she woke me up when we got to the hotel. Then, the next morning, she got down to the breakfast area just after I did, and there weren't any open tables so she sat with me, and we talked very briefly and then she invited me to go with her to Parliament Square."

"Wow, you're damn lucky that Lexa was interested from the get go, because you really did nothing to get her."

"Shut up," Clarke huffed, rolling her eyes.

"Please, did you do anything first?"

Clarke thought back through her relationship with Lexa, and then frowned. "I guess not. Fuck." Suddenly, the blonde's phone was wringing from where she'd set it on her nightstand. She grabbed it instinctively, and saw that it was a Face Time call from Lexa.

"Ooh, let's get her opinion on the matter," Raven exclaimed, hitting answer before Clarke could.

The blonde just hoped that her girlfriend wasn't naked.

"Hey," Lexa said, thankfully fully clothed. "Oh, hey Raven."

"Hey babe," Clarke said softly, smiling.

"Hey, Lexa," Raven added. "We were just discussing how Clarke did absolutely nothing to get with you, and that if you hadn't initiated everything, you'd both still be single and alone."

Lexa laughed, furrowing her eyebrows slightly in confusion. "Oh really?"

"You talked to her first, you asked her to go to Parliament Square with you, you asked her to go to France with her. You probably kissed her first and probably instigated sex first too, right?"

Clarke huffed. "Shut up, Rae."

"I guess that's true?" Lexa replied, clearly unsure as to whether or not she should try to defend her girlfriend. Raven grinned proudly at her best friend. "How did we get on this topic of discussion?"

"Raven was wondering how I managed to 'get you', because today a girl came up to her in the bar and she was awkward as fuck."

"I was not!"

"Were too!"

Raven pouted. "Okay... maybe I was a little. Also, you bitch, you told her girlfriend that I'm gay."

"I never said that I did that," Clarke argued, narrowing her eyes.

"But you did."

Clarke raised her eyebrows a little. "Um, yeah."

"Fuck you."

"Hey guys, I'm still here," Lexa reminded them, smirking.

Blue eyes returned to the phone screen. "I wish you were actually here."

"Me too," Raven agreed, "because then when I hear Clarke screaming like someone's actually on top of her, it would be way less weird."

"The imagination is a powerful tool," Lexa said, smirking as Clarke flushed red. Usually, she was pretty good at avoiding embarrassment when it came to talking about sex, but phone sex was something she was still pretty shy about. Understandably, she supposed.

"I guess so," Raven agreed, looking amusedly at her best friend. "Well, I should let you two have some alone time. I need to crash anyway, work tomorrow. See you tomorrow, C."

"Goodnight, Rae," Clarke replied as the brunette shimmied out of the bed and the left the room. Clarke proceeded to slide her legs under the blanket as she looked back at the phone. "How was your day?"

"Boring," Lexa admitted. "I was gonna call you right after you got off work, but I got sucked into a long rant style phone call with Anya."

"Don't worry about it," Clarke said, smiling. "I was busy dealing with a nearly drunk and very flattered and embarrassed Raven. She got some girl's number at the bar – the girl wanted to take her home, but it's Thursday and like, Rae has work in the morning, so. Plus, I'm pretty sure she felt awkward as fuck about the whole thing."

Lexa smiled fondly. "Still, I'm sorry. How was work besides the Raven stuff?"

"Fine," Clarke answered, shrugging absently. "Talked to some people, made drinks. It was a pretty normal day."

"I missed you," Lexa said, pouting at her girlfriend through the video call.

"I missed you too, babe," Clarke replied, sighing. "But we only have a little over a week before we get to see each other again."

That brought a grin to Lexa's face. "True. I'm excited." Clarke smiled widely and nodded in agreement, and then the brunette chuckled and asked, "You tired?"

"A little," Clarke replied, "but I still have to take off my makeup before I can go to bed."

"Go get ready for bed and then sleep," Lexa insisted. "I don't want you to lose sleep."

"My sleep pattern is already screwed up," Clarke countered.

"Clarke," Lexa said, giving her a serious look. "Go to sleep. You should really try and fix your sleep schedule."

"I can't," Clarke admitted, "because on weekdays I work until midnight or later, and one weekends I'm almost always up until past two in the morning. I'm already a lost cause, babe. Not everyone is used to waking up bright and early every day."

"You got pretty used to waking up bright and early in Europe."

"Yeah, but that's because I got to wake up next to you."

Lexa flushed a little. "Well, wake up early to call me then. Talking to you in the morning is my favorite way to start the day."

"Aw, how sweet and adorable and oh so sappy," Clarke said, her grin spread wide as her eyes shone. "Fine, I'll go to bed. And I'll call you if I'm up early enough."

"Okay," Lexa agreed happily. "And don't forget to plug your phone in."

"It was one time Lexa," Clarke huffed, rolling her eyes despite the smile still glued to her face.

"Yeah well, I didn't enjoy not knowing where you were for ten hours straight," Lexa huffed, furrowing her eyebrows. "Just because your phone doesn't need to be charged during the day doesn't mean that it can survive two in a row."

"I know, I know," Clarke said, her smile softening. "I love you."

"I love you too."