It could be the effects of the alcohol and all the dance club atmosphere right now, but as Clarke dances, she wonders that if someone ever asks her where would she want to be five years from now, she'd proudly say that she'd want the exact life she's living at the moment.
Everything is just in perfect harmony. Her job, her self-esteem and her nightlife. Her drunk brain is proudly affirming that yes, Clarke Griffin is quite a big deal. She knows what she wants, she pursues what makes her heart happy and she knows how to have fun. That's why that lonely girl on the bar checking her phone all the time is bugging her. It doesn't look like she's in the same vibe as everyone else is.
Clarke can't hide her grin as she walks to the bar.
"Monty, give me two shots of tequila, please," Clarke leans in the bar, right next to that girl and winks at the barman, who happens to be her close friend.
Monty prepares the shots with a playful smile. They have been partners in crime for years now, he knows exactly what to do when Clarke acts like that. " Here're two shots for my lady Griffin," he hands her the two shots and winks at her, "my very gay and dear friend."
Clarke looks at the girl with the corner of her eye. Nothing. No sign of any sudden interest. She's still looking down at her phone.
"Thank you," Clarke says. "But I'm bisexual, Monty," she corrects him. "I'm all for cute boys and stunning brown-haired girls."
The girl, finally, looks up, but she didn't expect to lock eyes with that familiar blonde so quickly. Clarke notices the girl has sleepy eyes and a lazy smile appears on her mouth.
Oh no, she is already pretty wasted.
"Hi," Clarke says. "This is for you," she hesitantly hands the girl the other shot, wondering now that actually giving her another shot may not be the best thing do to right now.
"Oh, I remember you," she puts her phone inside her purse and chuckles to herself, ignoring the fact that Clarke's holding a shot for her.
"Do you?"
Clarke freezes for a moment. What can she say? She loves women. She likes to pick up women so much it already happened to her to pick up the same girl in the same night more than one time without realizing. She thinks now that maybe she had already met that pretty girl in front of her.
If not in this club, possibly in her dreams.
Those lips, though.
"Your name is Clork, you like my outfit and people let you enter this place without questioning that you're not in line," she coldly says, trying her best not to sound disappointed. "We met outside, but you're so automatic you don't even remember me."
And the girl walks away.
"Hey, wait-"
Clarke didn't expect that to hit her so personally, but it does. She feels her heart aching, not only because it is painfully true, but because the way she said it makes her feel like she had just made a huge mistake. She has been making huge mistakes for a while now.
She made Clarke go from "life is great" to "I'm an egocentric bitch" in seconds.
And Clarke doesn't even know her name.
"Bell, I need your help," Clarke doesn't care that Bellamy is kissing a random guy. She tries to shout a little louder, considering the noisy place. "BELLAMY!"
Bellamy doesn't stop kissing the guy, he just lifts his middle finger to Clarke.
Great.
She looks around. It's going to be impossible to find that girl among all these dancing people. Especially now that she had to take the two shots of tequila. She feels the alcohol kicking in. She's on a mission, she needs to find that girl to apologize her about things she shouldn't really apologize.
A very drunk Clarke finds the solution. She fearlessly walks to the stage where the DJ is happily mixing his songs.
"Jasper, I need your help," she says as loud as she can, but Jasper is still focusing on dealing with all that buttons.
"What did you call me?"
Clarke rolls her eyes. "Ughhh, DJasper."
"You're so drunk," he chuckles. He hits a button before taking his headphone out of his ears to pay full attention to Clarke. "In what can I help you, tequila breath?"
"I need to find a girl," she quickly says. "Give me a mic."
Jasper knows it may not be a good idea, but he's curious to see why Clarke is acting like that, so he lowers the volume of the current song and hands the mic to Clarke. "Ok, the show is yours."
Clarke clears her throat and takes the mic, trying to ignore the fact that this is the most ridiculous and pathetic thing on Earth and there are at least one hundred people staring and judging at her right now. "Hey," she says. "Excuse me guys, but I need to find a girl."
Before she lets herself be overwhelmed by the fact she's being booed, she continues. "She is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, come on guys, you know how it is, help a bro out."
Jasper's trying really hard not to laugh, but he takes the mic and decides to play along. "Miss Clarke Griffin looking for her girl!" he says and people decide to support him with cheerful noises. "How is she like?" he puts the mic close to Clarke's mouth.
Clarke feels she's being interrogated.
"She's brunette, wavy hair in a ponytail, she's wearing a leather jacket and her eyes are pretty green," she says. "Please, if you're listening to me, meet me outside. Please, I really hope you're not mad at me."
"You heard the girl," Jasper says. "Meet Clarke outside, pretty-brunette-with-a-leather-jacket-on."
Clarke takes a deep breath as she walks down the stage's stairs to make her way outside and finally find out if the embarrassing last minutes were at least worth it. She's starting to think that if she doesn't find the girl tonight, she's going to be in this club every single day until she finds her again. She gets lost in her thoughts until she brushes shoulders with someone.
Someone with really big green eyes looking at her.
"You did that for me?" she says, her voice giving away that she's maybe too overwhelmed.
Clarke doesn't think twice and the girl is too drunk to care.
They're kissing.
Then they're kissing outside.
Then they stop to take more shots.
Then they're fucking in the bathroom.
Then they're holding hands in the taxi back home.
Lexa wakes up with that familiar scent of coffee in the air. She soon presumes that, since Clarke's not in bed with her, she's in the kitchen preparing their breakfast. She feels warm inside, different from the last time she woke up alone in Clarke's bed and was scared to meet the owner of that weird and angry cat in that pretty messy bedroom.
She gets out of bed, puts on Clarke's blue robe that was purposely on top of the bed, and fixes her hair in a messy hair bun. She silently walks to the kitchen to find Clarke happily humming while preparing the table. Lexa leans against the door frame and sighs because of that, making Clarke realize she's there.
"Finally," Clarke smiles as she pours coffee on the mug. "Good morning to you, sleepy head."
"Don't blame me," Lexa crosses her arms, but can't help hiding the bright smile on her face.
It's funny that they're two grown-ups smiling like dorks at each other because they had sex the night before. But there's more, it's that feeling you have when you know you have found the love of your life. You know it because you feel it. It's simple, it's like if life sucked before them. Words are not even needed, it's all in the way they look at each other.
Lexa steps closer and hugs Clarke from behind, gently pulling down the strap of her tank top and tracing kisses on her bare shoulder, making Clarke close her eyes and sigh in pleasure.
Clarke turns in Lexa's arms to face her, but in an excellent and awkward synchrony, they hear the door opening.
"Aden, wait!" they hear Octavia's tired voice followed by little steps running inside the apartment and then stopping. "Let's please sit quietly on the couch until auntie O. finds CLARKE AND LEXA because we don't want you TO SEE THINGS YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE, right?"
"Right!" they hear Aden innocently agreeing. They look at each other and stifle a laugh as they hear him throwing himself on the couch and Lincoln talking in codes with Octavia.
"He probably insisted on having lunch with us," Lexa whispers and smiles when Clarke kisses the apple of her cheek, as in an automatic way to reaffirm that she's not bothered about it. If someone asks Clarke now where would she want to be five years from know, she knows that it doesn't matter the job, the clubs or anything else as long as she has Lexa.
"I'll cook him the best Kraft's Mac and Cheese he'll ever eat."
In that first morning in this exact kitchen, they both somehow knew they were going to be something. Something big.
Today, they truly are recognizing that.
They're a family.
This one was fun to write! Thank you for reading, guys! I'll keep posting my fics and edits on my tumblr, if you want to check it out! (loupagneau . tumblr . com)