Clarke had spent the last week in the comfort of Raven's near empty apartment. Bellamy and Octavia had gone home together for break, and Raven was nice enough to pretend to invite Clarke to stay and keep her company.
She liked it at Raven's. There was a large window in the living room that faced the street, during the day she would sit on the arm of the couch and look out, sometimes drawing, often people watching. It was quiet without Bellamy there to bring in friends, too. At night when she and Raven would curl up on the couch to watch netflix, it almost felt like she was supposed to be there, rather than that she was avoiding her own place.
Clarke sat on the couch, Raven on an armchair across from her, sipping coffee from a mug. It had been a relaxing Saturday so far, the pair of them woke up at a respectable ten thirty am to watch the Harry Potter movies from the beginning.
"See, now this is so dumb," Clarke pointed at the tv. "First of all, who decided that they were all gonna wear muggle clothes around school suddenly?" Clarke asked. "And secondly, why did they make Hermione wonder what her hair looked like from the back? That's so not Hermione." Clarke glanced to Raven for back up.
"Preaching to the choir, kid," Raven chuckled.
"It's like the director didn't give a shit," Clarke sighed.
"He probably didn't," Raven shrugged. Clarke watched as Raven checked her phone, looking slightly alarmed. "So uh, as much as I like you hiding out here, I kinda need you to take off for a few hours." Raven said.
"Booty call?" Clarke asked.
"You know it," Raven smirked.
"How is the demon these days?" Clarke asked.
"Oh come on, she's not that bad," Raven said.
"Uh, did you forget that time she tried to fight us? Because I didn't," Clarke said.
"She apologized for that," Raven said.
"Not to me!" Clarke said. Raven laughed.
"Well, you'll just have to take my word for it," Raven shrugged.
"To be fair, you don't have a great track record of vouching for people," Clarke shrugged.
"Yikes, true," Raven pulled her lips back, miming pain. "No but really you should probably go because she's supposed to be here any minute."
"Why did you wait until now to tell me?" Clarke asked.
"Would you believe I didn't want to be alone?" Raven asked. Clarke rolled her eyes.
"It's fine," Clarke sighed as she stood from the couch. "I should probably head back to my room anyway. It's inspections week. Gotta make sure there's no contraband lying around," Clarke said as she disappeared into Raven's room to change out of her sweatpants.
"Don't you just love living in the dorms?" Raven teased.
"As soon as next semester ends I'm out of there," Clarke shouted loud enough so Raven could hear. "No more inspections or dumb alcohol rules or temperamental RA's-" Clarke stopped short hearing a violent knock on the door. "Shit," she muttered, grabbing her shoes and pulling them on. Raven had already opened the door by the time she returned to the living room. Anya looked just as intense as ever, standing stiffly near the door.
"Uh, hey," Clarke said awkwardly.
"Clarke," Anya nodded curtly.
"Sorry, I'm leaving," Clarke said.
"An, you can go to the room, I'll be in in a second, just gonna lock up behind her," Raven said. Without a word, Anya walked down the hall and out of sight.
"That was, weirdly civil?" Clarke said quietly.
"I'm telling you, she's not as bad as you think," Raven shrugged.
"Just text me when you're done," Clarke said, stepping out onto the porch.
"You got it," Raven smiled as she shut the door behind her.
The walk back to her dorm felt longer than usual, due in part to the emptiness of the campus. There were no almost no other students to keep pace with.
Clarke was surprised to find that Octavia had cleaned her side of the room, normally littered with clothes from the outfit changes she managed to make three times a day. Clarke picked one of her own shirts up, frowning at the state of her half of the room. The drawers were half open, clothes spilling out of them from the last time she was here. She hadn't realized how rushed her last pack job was. Clarke picked the remaining clothes up from the floor, stuffing them haphazardly into the drawers before shutting them. She glanced around the room, observing how quickly it went from disastrous to clear. Clarke looked at her phone and groaned. It had only been twenty five minutes since she'd left Raven's. She moved to lift herself up onto her bed when she noticed Octavia's bluetooth speaker. She grabbed it and connected it to her phone without much thought, setting it down on her desk as she picked out music to play. She had settled on a playlist of today's hits, when she remembered there was a bottle of vodka tucked into her bottom drawer. Who knew how long Raven would be? Getting drunk seemed like a perfectly reasonable way to wait it out.
Clarke took the bottle from its hiding place, sloppily filling an empty water bottle with it's contents before tucking it back under a pile of folded clothes. She took a long swig of the water bottle, coughing hard as the vodka burned her throat. "Shit," Clarke muttered, holding her throat. It might've burned, but at least she didn't gag, so Clarke decided to take another sip. Maybe waiting it out wouldn't be so bad.
Clarke wasn't sure how much time had passed when she started toying with the idea of knocking on Lexa's door. She was still sober enough to know it was a bad idea, but she couldn't shake it. What was Lexa's problem, anyway? It had been a week since she came over crying and Clarke hadn't seen or heard from her since. Was it because she had been at Raven's? Did Lexa knock while Clarke was away? Why didn't she say anything? The song transitioned to another, and Clarke got an idea. She twisted the volume knob on the speaker three fourths of the way over, flinching a little at how loud it suddenly was. She took another swig of the now half empty bottle of vodka and sat back in her chair, waiting.
Two songs went by until the knock Clarke was expecting came. She stood slowly, straightening herself out and fixing her hair before she opened the door.
"Clarke," Lexa said sternly. She tried to suppress the little thrill of hearing Lexa say her name.
"Lex," Clarke tried to imitate her tone, but accidentally laughed.
"I swore I could remember you promising to keep it down," Lexa drawled.
"That offer was for my friend," Clarke shrugged. She tried not to look as proud as she felt for sounding so disaffected. Plus, it was true, Clarke had promised to keep quiet so she wouldn't put her friend in any situations. Lexa didn't want to be friends, Clarke remembered her saying so all too well.
"Turn the music down," Lexa commanded. Her voice lacked any kind of playfulness it might've held in the past.
"It's the middle of the day on a Saturday and classes are over," Clarke said. "There are like no people here, who even cares?"
"I do," Lexa said. Clarke rolled her eyes. "Three minutes until I come turn it off myself."
"Whatever," Clarke said as she shut the door behind her. She walked over to her desk and put extra force behind twisting the knob on the speakers to its end. The upbeat pop music blasted through the room. Sure, it was only a matter of time before someone actually complained, but Clarke reviled in the fact that a few feet away Lexa was probably fuming.
The song had hardly ended before Clarke heard pounding at the door. She sighed aloud. "Yeah, yeah, I'm turning it down," Clarke shouted as she lowered the volume. The pounding on the door did not cease. Clarke crossed the room, stumbling a little and flung it open. "I turned it down, what do you want?" Clarke huffed. Lexa didn't respond, instead she stormed passed Clarke into the room. "What the fuck?" Clarke shouted. "I have fucking rights, you know. You can't just come barging in here like-" Lexa reached Clarke's desk, grabbed the speaker and whipped around. "What are you doing?" Clarke asked, brow furrowed.
"Confiscating this," Lexa said plainly, holding out the speaker as evidence.
"You can't do that," Clarke panicked.
"I am doing it," Lexa said, passing Clarke again on her way out the door.
"It's not even mine, it's Octavia's." Clarke wasted no time following her out and across the hall. She stepped into Lexa's doorway, catching the nearly shut door with her foot.
"You should've thought about that before you caused a scene," Lexa said with barely contained fury. The door clicked shut heavily behind Clarke as she strode up to Lexa.
"I turned it down!" Clarke defended, taking a step toward her RA. The speaker was still in Lexa's hand. If she could just grab it-
"After you turned it up!" Lexa growled.
"Can I just have it back?" Clarke asked. "I don't think you're allowed to do this-"
"What I can and can't do is not for you to decide, Clarke," Lexa snapped. She set the speaker down on her bed, watching as Clarke eyed it. "You can't have it back," Lexa said, crossing her arms. Clarke reached towards the speaker experimentally. Lexa caught her by the wrist. "You need to leave," Lexa said.
"I will as soon as you give me my speaker back," Clarke said. She took another step towards the bed, Lexa strained her body against the movement like a human shield.
"I thought it was Octavia's," Lexa said sarcastically.
"Let go of me," Clarke groaned as Lexa caught her other wrist.
"Leave," Lexa said.
"How am I supposed to leave if you won't let go of me?" Clarke asked.
"Clarke," Lexa said. Clarke looked at her, realizing suddenly that she was close enough to feel Lexa's breath. Her chest was against Lexa's, whose legs were spread to keep her balance against the bed frame. Lexa had Clarke's wrists gripped so tightly she swore they were bruising. Clarke hated herself for thinking about how hot it was. Maybe it was the liquor. It had to be the vodka that would make her think something like that at a time like this. She was supposed to be pissed. Lexa stole her speaker and wouldn't give it back. Lexa said she accepted her apology but they couldn't be friends. Lexa didn't want anything to do with Clarke, but that didn't stop her from showing up unannounced and kiss her. "You broke a rule, this is the consequence," Lexa said.
"How else am I supposed to get your attention?" Clarke asked softly. Lexa let go of her wrists, staring at her in a familiar way.
"You don't need my attention," Lexa said, jaw clenched.
"I want it," Clarke said. Lexa gave a snort of indignation.
"Why?" Lexa asked. "I'm sure there are plenty of other-"
"I want you," Clarke said seriously. Lexa froze, staring intently at Clarke as if she was waiting for her to say more. Without thinking, she grabbed Lexa by the face and pulled her close again, pressing their lips together. It was like a fire, violent and quick. She wrapped a hand into Lexa's hair and pulled down on it hard, tripping them both over in a mess of entangled limbs on to the bed. Lexa's head knocked into the wall with a thud, leaving them half seated, Clarke nearly straddling her waist. "Shit, Lex, I'm sorry-" Clarke started, leaning up from her lap.
"Are you drunk?" Lexa asked in a serious half-whisper.
"What?" Clarke asked dumbly.
"You smell like alcohol," Lexa said.
"I had a drink," Clarke shrugged, hoping Lexa couldn't tell it was a lie.
"Clarke," Lexa said seriously.
"What? I'm fine," Clarke said defensively.
"We're not doing this if you're drunk," Lexa sat up.
"We're not doing anything if you keep talking," Clarke pressed, leaning in to kiss Lexa on the neck. She shuddered underneath her.
"We shouldn't do this," Lexa said quietly. Clarke didn't miss the way her voice shook slightly. Clarke pulled back to look at her, draping her arms over Lexa's shoulders.
"You don't want to?" Clarke asked tentatively. Lexa groaned.
"You're killing me", Lexa breathed.
"I'm killing you?" Clarke chuckled, tracing a finger down Lexa's jaw. She flinched instinctively, twitching her head like she had caught a chill.
"Yes," Lexa whispered. Clarke leaned back in, bringing her lips to Lexa's soft as a whisper. The heat from her mouth made Clarke shiver. She pulled back slowly, relishing the way Lexa lifted her chin slightly toward her. Clarke put an inch of space between them, looking at Lexa expectantly. "Shit," Lexa breathed.
"You never answered me," Clarke said.
"Hm?" Lexa looked dazed.
"Do you want this?" Clarke asked.
"Of course," Lexa sighed. Clarke smirked and leaned in again. Before she connected their lips again, Lexa spoke. "But we can't."
"Fine," Clarke said flatly. She lifted herself off of Lexa's lap, straightening out as she turned toward the door. She didn't need this. She needed another drink.
"What are you doing?" Lexa asked, sitting up completely.
"Leaving," Clarke said obviously. Her hand was on the door when she heard Lexa stand behind her.
"Clarke, wait," Lexa said. Clarke turned toward her. Lexa stood looking shockingly uncertain. She chewed on the corner of her lip. "Maybe just this once," Lexa said, giving a little nod, like she was giving herself permission.
Clarke stepped back towards her. "Just once?" She asked. Lexa nodded stiffly. They stared at each other for a moment, Clarke tried not to breathe. "I guess I can live with once," Clarke whispered. She grabbed Lexa by the hair with one hand, the other at her throat pulling her close. Lexa's hands were on her before she realized, fingertips digging hard into Clarke's sides. It was too much, too quick, the heat of Lexa's breath, the unusual warmth of her skin. Clarke's head swam, but whether it was from the alcohol or the sensory overload, she didn't know. Lexa raked her nails down Clarke's back unexpectedly. Clarke couldn't fight the moan that escaped her. With more force than she meant, Clarke shoved Lexa down to the bed in a seated position. Lexa hardly had time to register the surprise before Clarke was on top of her, across her waist and kissing hard. Lexa's hands moved quickly, catching Clarke's shirt by the hem and pushing it up along her chest. Clarke pulled away from her slightly, just enough space to allow her to pull the shirt off and away. Clarke wasn't sure where she tossed it, she didn't really care. It was chilly in Lexa's room, she shivered from the new exposure but Lexa's hands were so warm. Clarke didn't think for another second before she reached for Lexa's shirt.
A knock at the door startled them both apart. Before Clarke could open her mouth to speak, Lexa roughly covered it with her hand. Her eyes were wild, it only made Clarke want to pull her back.
"Get under the bed." Lexa said in a heavy whisper. Clarke looked back at her in complete disbelief.
"Are you serious?" She whispered back. Another knock came.
"Just a second." Lexa called toward the door. She turned back to Clarke, intense as she had ever seen. "Under the bed." Lexa commanded, gravely serious before she all but shoved Clarke to the floor. Without time to protest, Clarke slid herself in between the bedframe and the floor, reaching out to pull her discarded shirt with her just in time to see hall light flood the doorway. She couldn't see much other than their feet, the carpet, a pair of familiar looking shoes inches away from Lexa's socks. "What are you doing here?" Lexa asked.
"Am I interrupting something?" It was Anya. Clarke instantly tried to curl herself up as much as possible. She watched as Lexa shifted her weight from one foot to the other. It was obvious she was uncomfortable, even from where Clarke was lying.
"How'd you get in here?" Lexa asked.
"Well, since you've been ignoring all of my pleas to come to the bar, I had Lincoln sign me in so I could make sure you weren't dead," Anya said. Clarke watched her feet move out of the door frame and closer to where she was hidden.
"Not dead," Lexa said dully.
"You're in an even worse mood than I thought," Anya said. "Oh my god, did I stop you in the middle of touching yourself or something?"
"Jesus Christ, An," Lexa snapped.
"I totally did! Look at you, you're all flushed and shit-" Anya laughed. Clarke felt her plop herself down on the bed. The metal springs separating them flexed under the weight. She hoped Anya wouldn't move again, if she sat any closer to where Clarke's head was, her forehead would be scraping metal.
"Anya," Lexa growled.
"Alright, alright, fine," Anya said. "You can finish when I leave, but we have to talk about something." The transition from playful to serious was jarring, especially because Clarke couldn't see what was happening. She squinted, turning to the left, hoping to catch some context clues from the shifting of Lexa's feet across the room. Lexa's slow pacing didn't tell her much.
"What?" Lexa groaned.
"Clarke," Anya said. Clarke instant stiffened under the bed at the sound of her own name. How did Anya know she was here? Did she see her?
"What about her?" Lexa asked, voice noticeably panicked.
"What the fuck are you doing with her?" Anya asked.
"I'm not doing anything with her!" Lexa defended.
"Right," Anya said sarcastically. "So, you're not totally leading her on by showing up in her room and making out with her?"
"How do you even know about that?" Lexa asked.
"So it's true?" Anya asked. Lexa groaned.
"I really don't want to talk about this right now," Lexa said.
"Sucks for you, because we're talking about it," Anya said.
"There's nothing to say," Lexa said stiffly. "And since when do you give a shit about Clarke, anyway? Last I heard you tried to fight her in the parking lot."
"Which, for the record I stand by. But, now whatever weird thing that you guys have is interfering with my life, so I care," Anya said.
"Interfering with your life? How is it-" There was a moment of silence, Clarke knew the face Lexa was making without having to see her. Her brow was furrowed, eyes a little scrunched. She was sure Lexa was connecting dots. "Shit," Lexa said, not seconds later. "You're still sleeping with Raven, huh?" Lexa asked. Lexa knew about Raven and Anya? And she didn't mention anything to Clarke? What the fuck?
"Well, not that it's any of your business, but-" Anya started.
"Oh, so Clarke and I are your business, but you and Raven are none of mine?" Lexa asked accusingly.
"Uh, yeah," Anya said obviously. "Apparently, you're completely unstable and Clarke keeps complaining to Raven who complains to me, and trust me, talking about you is not the best use of her mouth." Anya said. Clarke suppressed the urge to gag out loud.
"Ew," Lexa said.
"What? It's true," Anya said. The springs shifted a little, Clarke could only imagine she was shrugging.
"Are we done talking yet? We could go get a drink-" Lexa said.
"No, we're not done until you tell me what's going on," Anya said. "Trying to tempt me with booze won't help." Lexa groaned again. Clarke had been friends with Lexa for a few months now, and never had she heard Lexa and Anya exchange more than a couple sentences. It was weird to hear them talking like this now, in an almost sisterly way, and it was even weirder to hear Lexa in a conversation where she didn't hold the power.
"Nothing is going on!" Lexa defended.
"So then what was up with the impromptu make out and leave?" Anya asked. Lexa was silent. "Don't give me that face." Clarke pushed her head a little harder against the floor, trying to angle herself to see Lexa's face. It didn't work. "So now suddenly you don't want to talk about it?" Anya said, clearly annoyed. "Christ two weeks ago I couldn't get you to stop talking about her-"
"Anya," Lexa growled. Clarke's heart pounded a little harder, her cheeks burned. It was probably dumb to think that meant there was hope, Lexa could've been saying anything about her, she could've been saying horrible things, but there was something about the way Lexa cut Anya off that said otherwise. It sounded like Lexa could've missed her too.
"Look, I know what this is about," Anya said.
"Oh, you do?" Lexa asked sarcastically. "Do you mind letting me in on my own secret?"
"Costia," Anya said. It was quiet, not as firm as everything else she had said.
"What?" Lexa asked, a brutal edge to her voice.
"You're still not completely over Costia," Anya said, quieter still. "And that's okay, but-"
"How fucking dare you," Lexa said. Clarke flinched at Lexa's tone and it wasn't even directed at her. She watched Lexa's feet get closer to the bed. "How fucking dare you," Lexa repeated, quieter this time.
"Lex, I just want to help," Anya said. If Clarke didn't know that Lexa and Anya were the only other people in the room, she would've sworn someone else said it. The voice sounded nothing like Anya, not defiant and self assured, but soft, delicate.
"You can help by leaving me the fuck alone," Lexa said.
"Come on, Lex," Anya pleaded.
"It's not Costia!" Lexa snapped, stomping back across the room.
"Then what is it?" Anya asked.
"Clarke!" Lexa exclaimed. Clarke flinched again at the sound of her own name, against the instinct to respond.
"Okay, then what about Clarke?" Anya asked, voice regaining it's usual confidence.
"We're nothing. We will always be nothing," Lexa said. Clarke's stomach dropped, her hands felt numb. So much for hope.
"Right, makes sense, I show up unannounced to make out with girls I have nothing with all the time," Anya said sarcastically.
"That was a mistake," Lexa said. Clarke wasn't sure she could feel any worse. The bedframe felt like it was pressing closer. This all had to be some kind of sick joke. Her eyes stung involuntarily. Hiding suddenly didn't seem worth it.
"Lex," Anya said softly. Just as Clarke made the decision to show herself, something strange happened. Anya stood up, springs moving after her and she moved to where Lexa was standing. "Fuck, Lex, I'm sorry," Anya crooned. Clarke could see only a portion of their legs, they faced each other. For a wild moment, Clarke thought they might have been kissing. Then, there was a watery breath.
"I can't do this with her," Lexa said in a small voice, cracking on the last word. She had heard Lexa sound like that only one other time, when she came in a week ago with the Harry Potter book. Suddenly it made sense. Lexa was crying.
"Why not?" Anya asked softly.
"There are so many fucking reasons," Lexa said with a quiet, humorless laugh. Clarke tried to ignore how that stung.
"That just makes it sound like you don't have any," Anya said. Clarke hoped she was right.
"She doesn't care," Lexa said.
"What do you mean?" Anya asked.
"She doesn't fucking care about any of this. She doesn't get how important this stupid fucking job is. How important getting through school is. She doesn't care," Lexa breathed. "And I don't have the time, anyway."
"You had plenty of time for her before you started overthinking all of this shit," Anya said. Lexa said nothing. Clarke shifted uncomfortably under the bed. "Look, I'm about to get kind of emotional for a second, okay? But only because I feel bad for coming here and starting shit." Anya took a deep breath. "I know how easy it is to just shut people out when you think they deserve it. But we can't live like that anymore. This place, it isn't home. These people aren't from the neighborhood. Some of them are actually worth forgiving. You know? Wasn't that the point of leaving? To get away from the bullshit? But here we are, fucking carrying it around with us. I know it's weird, but people around here aren't trying to put us down. I mean, shit, look at Linc, he's all happy and in love and only minimally traumatized," Anya chuckled, and Lexa did too. Clarke wasn't sure what about that was funny, though, she didn't understand most of what Anya was talking about. Anya took a step back from Lexa.
"I can't believe I'm actually getting advice from you that isn't 'suck it up'," Lexa laughed. She didn't sound like she was crying anymore.
"Yeah well, I guess I'm a dumb sap now," Anya said dryly.
"I didn't know you had it in you," Lexa teased.
"Neither did I, thanks, therapy," Anya said.
"You've been going to therapy?" Lexa asked.
"Yeah, did you know at the health center they give you ten free sessions a semester?" Anya asked.
"No, I didn't," Lexa said. "Should I have known that?"
"Probably," Anya chuckled. "Raven told me about it."
"So you two talk," Lexa said. "Outside of sleeping together."
"Shut up," Anya said.
"Are you together?" Lexa asked.
"NO!" Anya shouted.
There was a knock at the door. Lexa crossed the room to open it. Clarke could only hope it wasn't someone else she knew. "What's the matter Aiden?" Lexa asked the pair of unfamiliar shoes.
"My roommate is just such a - dick," Aiden said. The boy sounded like he was on the verge of tears.
"What's he doing now?" Lexa asked. Apparently this was a common happening.
"He keeps throwing away all of my books!" Aiden said hysterically. Lexa sighed softly.
"Come on, let's go talk to him together," Lexa said. "An, out."
"Only if you come visit me at work later," Anya said.
"Fine, but I have to handle this. It'll probably take a while," Lexa said. For some reason, Clarke was sure that Lexa meant that last part to be her cue to get out from under the bed. Anya's feet joined them across the room and a moment later the door was shut, they were distant voices in the hall. Clarke slowly shifted out from under the bed, momentarily blinded by the brightness. She spread out the shirt she still had balled up and pulled it over herself. She listened at the door until she was sure the hall was empty and quickly slipped back into her own room. Clarke checked her phone. A text from Raven had gone unread for the last twenty minutes. You can come back now. We still have five movies to get through. It said. Clarke dropped her head against the door, standing there for a moment in the silence before she head out.
"That is all super fucked up," Raven said from where she sat on the armchair. Clarke had just finished a recount of what happened, a dull headache the reminder of a now fading buzz.
"I'm so fucking tired of this, Rae," Clarke sighed. "Why is she so fucking cold all the time?"
"I don't know, emotional trauma?" Raven chuckled.
"Yeah, but-" Clarke's phone vibrated in her hand, startling her. She forgot that she was holding it. Her heart hammered as she read the name at least three times, it hadn't popped up on her phone in weeks.
"Is that from her?" Raven asked, sitting up on the edge of the chair. Clarke nodded. "Hello! Open it!"
We should probably talk. It read. Clarke nearly snorted. Of course Lexa would find a way to make her feel worse. No thanks. She typed back, hitting send without another thought. "What'd she say?" Raven asked.
"She wants to talk," Clarke shrugged. "I don't care. I'm over it. I can't keep doing this."
"She probably wants to apologize for being an asshole," Raven said.
"Do you know what it's like to hear someone you have feelings for talk about how terrible of a person you are? To have them say there's no chance in hell they'd ever want to be with you?" Clarke asked. "Cause it fucking sucks."
"So you have feelings for her?" Raven asked. Clarke glared at her. "What? I'm just saying, I'm pretty sure that's the first time you've ever admitted it." She shrugged.
"Yeah, well, doesn't matter now, right?" Clarke huffed. "Anyway, Goblet of Fire?" She asked, turning toward the tv. "There's no way we're getting through all of these by morning." Raven stood, popped the dvd into the player and joined Clarke on the couch.
They sat in silence together for a long time, watching the movie. The third task was in full swing when an unknown vibration on the couch startled them both. Raven shifted some blankets around, looking for the offending phone.
"Lexa's calling you," Raven said, having found the phone between two cushions.
"What?" Clarke asked.
"Answer it!" Raven grinned wildly, flinging the phone toward Clarke.
"Wait, shit- Now?" Clarke asked.
"Do it!" Raven shouted, guiding Clarke's hand that held the phone toward her face.
"Uh, hello?" Clarke answered awkwardly.
"Where are you?" Lexa asked, sounding strange.
"I'm at Raven's, why?" Clarke asked.
"I'm here, come open the door," Lexa said.
"What? Here? Like, here, here?" Clarke panicked. Raven tore off of the couch and to the door, swinging it open dramatically. Lexa swayed slightly in the open door frame. Clarke didn't have to get closer to know that she was drunk. "Lex," Clarke started, walking toward her. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to talk," Lexa said smiling strangely.
"How did you even know where I was?" Clarke asked. Lexa giggled.
"Anya might, maybe, possibly have mentioned you've been here," Lexa said.
"Is she with you?" Raven asked.
"No," Lexa laughed. "She told me, don't under any circumstances-" Lexa pointed aggressively, apparently imitating Anya. "Go over there tonight." She laughed again. "What a bitch, right?" Lexa grinned.
"We should take her home, right?" Clarke asked Raven, who grimaced.
"I'll call Anya," Raven said, disappearing to get her phone.
"We'll get you home," Clarke said.
"No," Lexa said. "We need to talk. I came to talk."
"That's probably a better idea when you're sober," Clarke said.
Raven returned. "Anya didn't answer."
"Maybe she's drunk too," Clarke shrugged.
"Wait, shit. Earlier she mentioning having to work tonight. She's probably still there. You wanna haul her home?" Raven asked.
"No, we have to talk. I came to talk," Lexa said.
"Lex, you're drunk," Clarke said.
"Yeah, I know. That's why we have to talk. Cause I get drunk and then I can say things that are hard to say. It's easy like this," Lexa said. "Anya says I'm a pussy. She's probably right," Lexa shrugged, screwing her face up in laughter a second later. "You are what you eat, right?"
There was a sharp yelp to Clarke's left. She looked over to find Raven doubled over, shaking hard with laughter.
"Oh my god," Raven cried. "Holy shit," she straightened halfway, wiping a tear from her eye as she continued to shake. "Holy shit I had no idea you were funny."
"Don't encourage her," Clarke glared.
"Clarke, come on. That was fucking hilarious," Raven defended.
"Can you give us a minute?" Clarke asked.
Raven sighed. "Fine. I'm gonna go smoke. If either of you want to join me, you're welcome to." Raven disappeared into the house.
"So, you want to talk. Let's talk," Clarke said, crossing her arms. It was going to be a long night.