Lol, today a guest reviewer reviewed on my 2nd story every on FF, a Brittana story, to tell me that it was "fucking stupid" and that my writing was "so ridiculously childish"... do they realize that I was literally 13 at the time? It made me laugh, I hope that they clicked on my username to mock me only to find out that I'd written 29 more stories on this site in the past 4 years since then.

I reread some of this a while ago and I recall a few typos and whatnot. Just wanted to say, because I didn't in the first chapter, that I'm not editing these before transferring them, so typos were all my fault when I originally wrote this story. :P

"Ugh, get me some shots," Harper grumbled as she plopped down at the bar in front of Clarke. It was Friday, and the blonde understood the other girl's exhaustion. It had seemed to be a long week for everyone. Everyone was supposed to be meeting up at the bar now, however, Harper was the first to arrive. Raven had gotten called into a work meeting after she'd gotten off, and Clarke hadn't heard when she'd be at the bar.

"Sure," Clarke said, smiling softly at her friend as she poured a couple of shots. "Long week?"

"The longest," Harper grumbled. "Luckily, Luke is gonna take me out tomorrow night."

"When do we get to meet this guy you keep going out with?" Clarke asked, smiling knowingly at the other blonde. Harper couldn't stop talking about this guy, but none of her friends had met him yet.

"I don't know," she replied, "sometime, I guess. We still haven't met your girlfriend."

"She'll be down next weekend," Clarke reminded her, smiling just at the thought, "so don't worry. You'll get to meet her."

"Ooh, we can all get drunk and party on Saturday – you won't be working, right?" Harper asked, grinning.

"Correct, but good luck getting Lexa drunk," Clarke said, laughing lightly. "I'll gladly drink, but she'll probably just sip whatever I give her and never ask for a refill."

The door to the bar busted open to reveal Octavia and Lincoln. "We have arrived!" the brunette exclaimed.

"Where's everyone?" Lincoln asked, eyeing Harper and her two now empty shot glasses and then looking at Clarke.

"Rae got called into a work thing. As for everyone else – who knows?"

"Bell may or may not be hooking up with someone right now – he won't answer my texts, but I think he went out about an hour ago. Thought he came here, but now that I know he didn't, I guess the other option is some club," Octavia offered up, shrugging. "Ah well, hit me up with something to lift my spirits, C!"

"Two steps ahead of you, O," Clarke said, smiling at her and Lincoln as they sat down next to Lincoln. She was already halfway through making their drinks. "How was your guys' week?"

"Boring," Octavia answered, looking to her boyfriend, who shrugged.

"Yeah, nothing really interesting went on," he agreed.

Octavia nodded. "Which is why you won't be hearing from us all weekend after tonight. We have to make part of this week more interesting."

Harper gagged exaggeratedly. "Gross."

Clarke laughed, shaking her head at her friends as she slid them two drinks. Harper gave her a pointed look, and she refilled one of her shot glasses. Just one, though, because it wasn't even ten yet.

Before anything else could be said, Raven was entering the building, a very exhausted look on her face. "Griffin, you better have something really fucking strong for me."

"I'm on it, babe," Clarke replied, immediately grabbing what she needed. "What happened?"

"You wanna know what fucking happened?" Raven huffed, crossing her arms and not even bothering to sit down. "I got fucking fired."

Octavia's jaw dropped. "The hell? Why?"

Raven cleared her throat, clearly getting ready to mock someone. "'We're sorry, Miss Reyes, but our budget for paying employees just got cut. That's not your fault of course, and someone else has already been fired because of that issue. But unfortunately, we believe that you have not been committed fully to this company as of late, and so you are one of the people we have to cut in order to keep our firm standing after the budget cuts'."

"Wait, are you serious?" Lincoln asked, furrowing his eyebrows. "Don't you dedicate so much extra time to that company?"

"Yes!" Raven exclaimed angrily. "They don't fucking get it! A bunch of ungrateful assholes born thousands of years ago or something – they don't know how technology works, so they think that since I'm a 'tech person', I should be able to instantly fix all their fucking problems. They're gonna get in deep shit trying to find someone to do the amount of work I did for them for a lower pay than what they were giving me. And you can bet your ass that I'm going to find some fucking job that's gonna pay me so much more money than that shit hole."

"Damn right," Clarke agreed, handing a full glass to her best friend, who took it gratefully and took a long drink from it. "You deserve more money for what you do anyway."

"Anyway."

Clarke was kind of glad that her friends all ended up too drunk to stay up by the time Clarke got off. She sent Harper, Lincoln and Octavia in an Uber back to their place, since Harper lived pretty close to where Octavia did, and then loaded Raven into her car and started home. It gave her enough time to call up her girlfriend for some much needed girlfriend time.

"Saturday nights suck," Lexa said to her best friend through the phone, staring up at her blank ceiling.

"What? Why?" Anya demanded.

"Clarke's always working, and I hardly ever work Saturday nights. Which means that I'm always just sitting here bored as fuck."

"You're talking to me," Anya insisted.

"Half of your attention is devoted to your computer," Lexa argued, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Lex, I'm trying to find a job."

Green eyes rolled at the obvious comment. "I know. I'm just saying, if we're not actually talking, it hardly counts as real social interaction, and therefore I am allowed to be bored by it."

"Fine, so let's go out," Anya suggested, and Lexa heard a sound that sounded like a closing laptop. "We'll get some drinks and go dancing. Call up Luna and Tristan. Maybe Quint, too, Luna's been seeing a lot of him recently."

"Yeah," Lexa said, exhaling. "Okay, yeah, let's do it. I'll meet you..."

"Half an hour, at whatever that place is called – the one Tristan used to work at," Anya answered vaguely. Luckily, Lexa did indeed know which place she meant.

"Mkay," Lexa replied, before ending the phone call so that she could drag herself up off of her ass and to her closet to find some outfit to wear. It was rare that her evening activity was drinking and dancing, but the fact that it had been so long since she'd done so with her friends, the prospect was kind of exciting.

After picking out a very clingy and tight black dress and quickly fixing her hair and makeup, she took a mirror selfie with her full height mirror and sent it to Clarke with a text message.

To Babe3 – Going out tonight with Anya and my friends. I wish you were here. :( I miss you, call me when you get off work!

The response didn't come until about fifteen minutes later, as Lexa was getting into her car and heading off to the club.

From Babe3 – You're so hot babe! Love you, have fun, I'll get off really late so I'll text before I call. 3

Lexa smiled softly and tossed her phone into her passenger seat.

Soon, she found herself approaching her group of friends, who were all waiting for her in front of the club. Quint was someone that Lexa had known since college, as had they all, but Luna had been hanging out with him quite a lot in the past few months. Anya was sure that they were dating by now, though Luna hadn't admitted to it. Right now, though, the four of them were talking and laughing as Lexa approached. "Hey guys!"

"Damn girl, you look hot!" Anya said, grinning at her. "Let's go get drunk, and dance, I wanna dance."

"Of course you do," Lexa muttered, rolling her eyes as Anya grabbed her arm and started tugging her into the club. About a year ago, the bouncers at the bar had stopped asking for their Ids, which on one hand was convenient, and on the other hand royally disappointing. It wasn't like they were all old looking, they just looked mature for once. At least, that was what Anya had said about it the first time it had happened. Lexa just liked to think that the bouncers recognized them from their college partying phase. At least, Anya's partying phase that Lexa had been dragged into against her will.

They found themselves squished up around the bar as Tristan took the liberty of ordering them all drinks. Lexa found something that smelled all too strong pressed into her hand, and she took a sip without thinking, before practically sputtering. "The fuck is this, Tristan?"

"Something to get you drunk for once, Lexa," Tristan replied, grinning. "Come on, you were bored, right?"

"Not bored enough," Lexa insisted, setting down the drink and instead ordering a beer from the bar. She didn't particularly like beers, but at least they tasted better than whatever the fuck had been in that glass. Beer in hand, she followed her friends out onto the dance floor. The dancing started, and Lexa found herself laughing along and dancing among her friends.

Until she suddenly felt a familiar body press against her back, and she stumbled forward immediately, turning around. Her vision fought the darkness and flashing lights in order to make out the shape of Costia's grinning face. "Don't touch me, Costia."

"Hello to you too, Lexa!" Costia chimed, still grinning. "I haven't seen you in a while. Or like... ever, actually. You loved this place in college."

"No, Anya loved this place in college," Lexa countered, narrowing her eyes. "As per usual, I am here because of Anya, not because I feel like getting drunk and hooking up."

"Aw, why not?" Costia asked, pouting.

"Because I'm in a committed relationship? Because I wouldn't want to hook up with you either way?" Lexa snapped, narrowing her eyes.

"C'mon, Lex." Costia deepened her pout, and stepped into Lexa's personal face, her front brushing against Lexa's. Lexa stepped back instinctively, scowling.

"Leave me alone, Costia."

"It has to be lonely – not having your girlfriend around ever."

Lexa was already sidestepping the other woman, and Costia didn't step in front of her. "Fuck off," she called behind her as she made her way over to the bar. She wanted to be as far away from her ex as possible right now.

She briefly asked the bartender what it was that Tristan had ordered her before, and by some stroke of luck, the guy actually remembered. He slid one over to Lexa a minute later, and she forced herself to drink a bit of it. She was angry at Costia for trying to mess with her feelings, for one, and for another, she really did miss Clarke right now.

After the one drink, though, she forced herself to even set down her beer. She wouldn't let herself get too drunk and do something stupid. Not that she would necessarily, but she hated not being able to be in control of herself.

"Where'd you go?" Luna asked, once Lexa finally rejoined her friends.

"Avoiding Costia," she answered loudly over the music, "she showed up."

"Who did?" Anya asked, pushing into their space in order to join the conversation.

"Costia."

"Fuck that!" Tristan exclaimed. "Let's go somewhere else if that bitch is here."

That's how Lexa found herself being dragged out of one club and to another, where she adamantly refused more drinks just to end up taking a shot. Now that Costia was definitely not around, she felt a little more relaxed anyway.

They were out for a while, and it was past one in the morning when Lexa felt a text come through her phone.

From Babe 3 – I'm off, can I call you?

Lexa immediately pushed past the people around her and left the club, hitting call on her girlfriend's contact instead of answering the text. The call was answered almost immediately. "Hey, babe," Clarke greeted softly.

"Hey," Lexa replied, smiling as she leaned against the wall and breathed in the polluted air of New York City. "How was work?"

"Fine," Clarke replied, her voice sounding a bit funny. "Have you been drinking, babe?"

"Why do you ask that?" Lexa asked.

"Your words are all slurred together, Lexa," Clarke replied, laughing lightly. "You're with your friends, right?"

"Well, not right now, because I came outside to talk to you," Lexa explained. "And yeah, I may have had a little to drink. I wasn't going to, but then fucking Costia was trying to –"

"Costia, your ex?" Clarke asked.

"Yeah. She showed up at the club we were at," Lexa answered, "and proceeded to piss me off, so we left. We're at a different place now, I don't know."

"Mm," Clarke hummed. "Do you have work tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Lexa replied, "but not until the afternoon I think."

"Maybe you should go home soon," Clarke said, sounding amused. "You're gonna have a headache in the morning."

"I'm not that drunk."

"So? You never drink like, anything," the blonde reminded her pointedly.

"Okay, maybe you're right."

"Of course I am. I deal with alcohol all the time," Clarke teased. "I guess I'm the professional now."

"You've been working as a bartender for what, two years? I don't think that makes you a professional," Lexa bit back playfully, grinning.

"More of a professional than you," Clarke insisted, "and I'm very good at what I do."

"Mm, I know," Lexa replied, her mind on something totally different than alcohol this time.

There was a bright laugh on the other end of the phone. "Get your mind out of the gutter, babe. I meant making drinks."

"Boring," Lexa teased, feeling quite relaxed. Suddenly, her friends came busting out of the club.

"There you are, Lexa!" Anya exclaimed. "C'mon, we're gonna go back to Tristan's!"

"I'm gonna head home," Lexa told them, shaking her head and coming to her senses a bit. They were clearly far more intoxicated than she was. "I have work tomorrow."

"Suit yourself, see you!" Anya said, and then the four of them all called goodbye to the brunette, who gave them a wave.

"How you getting home?" Clarke asked.

"I'll take a cab," Lexa replied, smiling to herself. "I'll have to get a cab back to where I left my car tomorrow morning, though. I really should've thought this through."

"You should have," Clarke teased.

Lexa hailed a cab as she said, "I don't need your teasing, Clarke."

Clarke laughed. "I don't see the harm," she countered. "You're gonna stay on the phone with me while you're on the way home, right?"

"Sure," Lexa agreed. "Why, worried about me?"

"Of course," Clarke chided. "I've seen you this drunk once – when we were in Europe and I got you drunk. But we were in our room that whole night, there was no traveling involved. And I need to make sure that you stay in one piece so that the next time I see you isn't in a hospital room."

"Okay," is all Lexa said, a wide grin across her face. A cab stopped in front of her, and she climbed in the back, quickly giving the driver her address. She settled into the backseat, her girlfriend's voice coming from the phone as the blonde launched into a story about her day.

"We should go get drinks tonight!" Raven exclaimed, looking over at her best friend with enthusiasm.

"No way," Clarke huffed, rolling her eyes. "I already had to take care of you losers on Friday night, and last night Lexa went out a got drunk, which was totally weird. I'm not about to spend another night taking care of intoxicated people."

"Aw, Griffin," Raven whined, sprawling across where Clarke was settled on the couch, covering her sketchbook with her dark hair. "Please?"

"Oh, I have an idea," Clarke said, smiling pointedly at her friend. "How about you shoot that girl you were talking to a text and see if she wants to go get drinks with you?"

"What? Valerie from the bar?"

"Yeah," Clarke confirmed. "Have you texted her since Thursday?"

"She texted me yesterday," Raven replied, "and I answered. We talked for like twenty minutes. No big deal."

"Ask her if she wants to go out with you tonight," Clarke prompted. "Because I am not going out. I'll take care of drunk you if you're here, but I don't want to be keeping track of you all night. And I have a feeling that if you were out with that Valerie or whatever, you wouldn't be getting plastered."

"Exactly, C, and I wanna get plastered," Raven insisted.

"Rae, no."

"Clarke, yes."

Huffing, the blonde slid her sketchbook out from under Raven's head and tossed it aside, making a break to grab the brunette's phone from her pocket. Raven squealed as she realized what Clarke was doing.

"Clarke!" Raven protested.

Clarke unlocked the phone and opened her text messages. Sure enough, there was a short text conversation with a girl named Valerie at almost the top of the list of conversations. "She seems decent."

"She's boring," Raven insisted. "I mean, she's cute and she's clearly interested, but she'd boring. Do you see that conversation? Totally not stimulating at all."

"You may as well give it a shot?" Clarke suggested, raising her eyebrow at her best friend. "Come on, what's the worst that could happen? You decide that you don't want to go out with her again, and you delete her number."

Raven searched her friend's blue eyes, and then relented. "Okay, fine. Give me the phone."

Clarke watched as Raven typed out a message.

To Valerie – Feel like getting a drink later?

The response was almost immediate.

From Valerie – Sure! Time? ;)

"She's eager," Clarke commented. Raven rolled her eyes.

To Valerie – Seven?

From Valerie – Works for me, see you then cutie ;)

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Clarke asked pointedly, smiling at her friend.

"I guess not. But I can almost guarantee that I won't want a second date with her," Raven insisted.

"Okay, so then this ends up as just one date. Dating isn't a bad thing, Rae. It's a normal thing."

Raven narrowed her eyes. "You never just dated anyone. You met Finn and almost immediately got with him. Same with Lexa."

"Then I'm an anomaly, Rae."

"Fine," Raven muttered, shaking her head. "Whatever, I'll go."

"Yay!" Clarke exclaimed, grinning. "You haven't been on a date in forever, Rae, it'll be good for you."

"Yeah, yeah," Raven groaned. "Whatever."