The italicized portion is from Luna's "point of view", and is essentially her explaining her situation to Lexa, but we get to see it from when it was happening, so it's basically just a flashback. #yayforclarificationthatIrememberedtodo
"Should I be scared?" Lexa asked, furrowing her eyebrows as she sat up a little.
"Ah, I don't know. Have you spoken to Anya at all today?"
"No, I haven't. She hasn't texted or anything, and I just got home, so. Why? Is she okay?"
Luna cleared her throat. "Well, I don't really know where she is, but I'm sure she's okay. I mean, I hope she's okay. I just... I just woke up and well, you know Anya and I went to that frat party last night."
"Yes?"
"So..."
Luna giggled as the guy next to her gave her a flirty smile, after saying something that she hoped was meant to me funny or flirtatious. The party was a bit too loud for her to hear anything, so even as the guy began to talk again, she wasn't quite sure what he was saying. She was pulled away suddenly, though, by Anya.
"Luuuu," Anya slurred, "dance with me!"
"You're so drunk," Luna teased, letting Anya drag her into the living room of the frat house, which was full of people dancing around and drinking and smoking. "Ugh, this whole place smells like smoke."
"So don't smell," Anya suggested, grinning as she began dancing.
Luna smiled at her friend. Anya always surprised her by how hard she partied on the occasions that she did. She knew that it shouldn't surprise her anymore by now, but somehow she always expected Anya to be as studious at a party as she was in everyday life. It was a mystery that she wasn't sure she'd ever figure out. "Come on, An, I think you need to call it a night."
"No, no, no," Anya tutted in response, shaking her head. "What I need is another drink."
"No, Anya, come on." Luna grabbed Anya's wrist, carefully pulling her through the mess of sweaty bodies, people who all reeked of alcohol.
"But Luna," Anya whined, but Luna just kept on tugging her friend. She'd always been the surprisingly more responsible one between the two of them, at least when it came to partying. Especially as she'd become more and more aware of her feelings toward the blonde. The last thing she wanted was to do something stupid that Anya would hate her for later. Anya nearly tripped, falling into Luna, who barely managed to catch her. "Oops. Ha, I'm very... what's the word again? Drunk, oh yeah. You should drink more, Lu, you're not drunk enough. Ooh, are we going home? I have some vodka at home. You can get drunker."
Luna actually was fairly drunk already, but as she pulled Anya out of the frat house and started down to the sidewalk, she thought that maybe some vodka wouldn't hurt. Partying with Anya had been hard so far. She'd intended to spend most of the night with her friend, but had run off to hang out with a group of hot guys as soon as she realized that watching Anya drink and dance was hard for her. Trying to distract herself with other people was easier than trying to control herself around her friend.
It was harder now that she'd told Lexa about how she felt toward Anya. It was harder knowing that it was real. It just made her sad when she saw Anya so happy, even though she really should be happy for her, even if it was because of some guy she was dating. Luna just wished that these feelings would go away, so she could go back to her previously uncaring self. "C'mon, Lu Lu, you'll drink s'more at home?"
"Sure, Anya," Luna answered dismissively, as they followed the straight shot home. The rest of the walk was quiet, and Luna was relieved. When they finally got back to their dorm room, Luna ran through the routine that she knew Anya would go through for her if the roles were reversed, and she forced Anya to drink down a whole bottle of water and then use the bathroom.
While her best friend was in the bathroom, Luna dug through her things and found a flask, which she instantly took a sip of. Whatever was inside it was disgusting, but she couldn't help needing a drink at this point. She never thought she'd be drinking for the sake of easing emotional pain, or to try and forget anything, and yet here she was. The thought made her take another swig from the flask.
Anya tumbled out of the bathroom just then and Luna quickly closed the flask and slipped it away. "You gonna sleep, Lu?"
"Probably," Luna answered, glancing at the blonde. "You should, too."
"Mkay. Can we cuddle?" Anya moved over to Luna's bed and collapsed onto it.
"It's a small bed," Luna said skeptically. "I'm not sure that we'll both fit. Plus, I don't cuddle."
Anya giggled. "Aw, come on, you know you wanna cuddle with me. You wanna cuddle with me, right? I wanna cuddle with you."
Luna laughed, looking at her friend with wide eyes. "How drunk are you?"
"Totally sober," Anya answered incredulously, grinning widely. "How drunk are you?"
"Too drunk to trust myself getting into bed with you," Luna teased, going over to Anya's bed and sitting on it as she gazed at the blonde in her bed. "Go to sleep, Anya."
"No," Anya muttered, frowning and propping her head up with the palm of her hand. "What d'you mean about trusting yourself in bed with me?" She sounded suddenly far less intoxicated, and Luna almost panicked.
Luna averted her gaze. "I mean that I'm horny because you pulled me away from my chance to get laid tonight."
Anya giggled. "You'd have sex with me because you're horny?"
"Maybe," Luna answered, smiling at Anya despite herself.
"I'd totally have sex with you," Anya stated, nodding surely and then hiccuping. "I bet you're good at sex."
"Ha," Luna laughed, smirking. "Probably better than you."
"Have you even had sex with girls?"
Luna felt herself nodding. "Yep."
"So you're gay?" Anya asked, laying her head down on Luna's pillow. "Like Lexa? I'm friends with lots of gay people."
Luna laughed again, shaking her head. "I don't know."
"Like Clarke?"
"I guess," Luna answered, though she was actually unsure of how Clarke defined her sexuality. "Girls are nice in bed, so are guys."
"I've thought about girls in bed," Anya murmured, turning her eyes up to look at the ceiling. "But I can't picture it. It's weird."
"Not that weird."
Anya sat up, looking across the space between their beds with wide eyes. "You should show me."
Luna's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "We're both drunk, Anya, and even if you asked me to do that while we were sober, I'd say no."
"No? But Luna," Anya whined, stretching out her name, "I wanna know what the hype is about. Please? Pretty please? I promise I won't get mad later. I wanna know what it feels like."
"Why?"
Anya shrugged, standing up and crossing the room, seating herself next to Luna on her own bed. Luna watched her carefully, biting down on her lip as Anya's dark eyes searched her own. Before she could process anything further, Anya's lips were pressed against her own, and all of Luna's feelings came bubbling to the surface. She pressed into the kiss, pulling Anya close to her and tracing her tongue over the blonde's lips. Anya let her in without question, and Luna's hand lifted and gently buried itself into her hair. As the kiss became more heated, Luna felt a bad feeling in her chest, and she forced herself to pull away.
"We can't, Anya, we... we can't."
"I want to," Anya pleaded, gently grabbing the side of Luna's face and gently coaxing their lips back together. "We're both drunk anyway. We'll forget."
"I won't forget," Luna murmured into Anya's lips, but the blonde just kissed her harder, and there was no going back.
"Oh, Luna..." Lexa frowned. She wasn't sure what to say to her friend. Personally, she never would've thought that Anya would ever sleep with a girl, drunk or sober. Knowing that she had, however, wasn't the strangest thing that Lexa had ever heard. "Have you tried calling her?"
"Are you kidding?" Luna demanded. "Of course I have! She won't pick up, or text me back. I even called her fucking parents, neither of which will pick up. I texted Lincoln, he hasn't answered. If my head wasn't pounding so badly, I would be driving around everywhere trying to find her and make sure she's okay. I don't know when she left. She should've been asleep for ages considering how much she drank, so I can't help but wonder if I fell asleep afterward and she left sometime during the night."
"I'll try to call her," Lexa promised, biting down on her lower lip. Clarke had left the bathroom by this point, and was laying on her stomach across the bed next to Lexa, doing something on her phone. She flashed Lexa a curious look, and then frowned in confusion. "Are you okay, Luna?"
"I mean, as okay as I can be," Luna muttered. "I woke up fucking naked in my best friend's bed, with very blurry, yet somehow clear, memories of having my head between her thighs. Then looked around and realized that she wasn't even still there. Ugh. I'm going to go out and try to find her, after downing some coffee. Let me know if you get in touch with her."
"Sure."
"Thanks." The phone beeped to let her know that Luna had hung up, and Lexa dropped her phone into her lap.
"What happened?" Clarke asked, concern lacing her voice.
Lexa groaned, looking up at the ceiling. "Luna and Anya slept together."
"What?"
"Which is really bad," Lexa continued, "because they were both really drunk, and because Luna is in love with Anya and Anya is straight... I mean, as far as anyone knows."
"That's... dramatic," Clarke commented, frowning. "Is Luna okay? Is Anya?"
"Luna will be okay, I think. Anya... she's um... missing?"
Clarke's jaw dropped. "What? Should we be looking for her?"
"I'm going to try and call her," Lexa mumbled, looking down at her phone again. "Luna said she isn't sure if Anya left this morning or sometime last night after it happened, so she's worried. Rightfully so, of course."
"You don't seem so worried."
"Of course I am," Lexa countered, "it's just that Anya's never really been a drunk wanderer. She's more of a 'find the right spot and fall asleep there' kind of drunk." She quickly found Anya's contact on her phone and hit the call button, bringing the device to her ear. It rung three times before someone picked up.
"Lexa?" Anya's shaky voice asked. "Hey. How was your getaway day yesterday?"
Of course Anya would pretend like nothing had happened – she didn't know that Lexa knew, of course. "We can talk about that later, where are you?" Lexa asked, sitting up straighter and trying to think of the best way to deal with this situation.
"Nowhere," Anya answered quickly. "I'm okay, though. Did Luna ask you to call me? Tell her that I don't want to talk to her."
"She said she woke up and you were gone. She didn't know if you left while you were still drunk or if you left after waking up. She's worried," Lexa explained, trying not to let on that she knew about the sex.
"Well, tell her that I'm okay, but I don't want to talk to her. If she's allowed to go off the grid for a week and not text me or come back to the dorm, then I'm allowed to do the same," Anya spat, before the call abruptly ended. Lexa's jaw dropped, and she pulled the phone away from her ear.
"She just hung up on me."
Clarke sighed. "Is she okay?"
"She said she is, but she wouldn't say where she is," Lexa answered as she pulled up her text messages with Luna and quickly let her friend know that Anya was alright, just apparently not in the mood to talk to anyone. "Ugh. You going to the warehouse today?"
"I was planning to," Clarke answered. "I need to finish the piece I'm working on."
"Can I come? I won't distract you, it's just a nice place to hide away."
Clarke gave her a soft smile. "Of course."
"Hey! How was your guys' trip yesterday?" Octavia asked happily as Lexa and Clarke walked into the warehouse.
"It was nice." Lexa flashed a smile at Clarke, who nodded in agreement.
"It was definitely a good way to get our minds off of everything," Clarke stated. "Did we miss anything extraordinarily important while we were gone?"
"Not much," Octavia said, but then a smile crept its way onto her face. "Oh, except that Lincoln told me that he's for sure going to New York with me. Honestly, I wasn't worried about him agreeing, because he didn't get mad at all when I first said that I was thinking about it. He said that he just wanted to make sure that he'd have the finances to do it, and he told me yesterday that everything's checked out and that even his parents think that it's a good idea."
"That's awesome," Clarke said, lifting an eyebrow. "So Bell's going to have to get a place with Jasper and Monty."
"Up to him."
"You know what I'm mostly concerned about," Raven started, interrupting them suddenly as she walked into the room from the back of the warehouse, "where the fuck am I going to live? If all the boys are going to get a place together, and Lincoln and O are going to live together, who am I going to room with? There's no way I'm lowering myself to living in a dorm again."
Octavia chuckled. "Just move in with the boys."
"Are you kidding?" Raven demanded, throwing her hands up into the air. "I would die!"
"I'm sure dying is a bit of an exaggeration," Lexa commented, sitting herself down on one of Octavia's couches as Clarke leaned against the arm of one.
"Maybe if you two decide on moving, you can get a place with an extra bedroom and I can live with you!"
Clarke glanced nervously over at Lexa, but her green eyes were trained on Raven and not the blonde. "You wouldn't be able to live with us. We're very loud." Clarke snorted with sudden laughter as Raven's jaw dropped.
"What she means by that," the blonde added quickly, "is that she's loud. I make very minimal noise."
Lexa gave her an incredulous look. "Seriously? Is this always something you're going to deny?"
"You two are utterly ridiculous," Octavia muttered, rolling her eyes as she looked back to her computer.
"How are things with your dad, Lex?" Raven tilted her head curiously, looking slightly concerned. Clarke didn't blame her, considering how shaken up Lexa had been when seeing her brother in person the previous week. However, since then, the brother thing had obviously become the lesser issue.
"Alright," Lexa answered. "I mean, I think this next week is going to be his last in town. And Aden would've gone back home today. Apparently the reason that Anthony is even in town at all is because he and his wife are having issues. Leave it to the twelve year old to divulge information like that."
"Wait, when did you talk to the kid?"
"We... sort of babysat him last Thursday," Lexa admitted, glancing over at Clarke. "He's a really good kid. And turns out that he knows that we're half siblings because he heard his parents arguing about me. So Aden is hardly an issue. As far as my dad goes... I'm not really ready to have any sort of relationship with him beyond just acquaintance at this point. I haven't really forgiven him for everything he's done."
"That's reasonable," Raven said.
Lexa started saying something, but Clarke didn't hear what it was as her phone vibrated, indicating that she had a new email. She grabbed it out of her pocket immediately. She hadn't heard from her mom at all since the previous Saturday, and she was hoping that Abby had just given up and decided to leave. She willed the email to be from her mom, an admittance that she'd been ridiculous to come down to Polis, or something.
Instead, she saw that it was an email from The Bean.
Furrowing her eyebrows, she opened the email and read it over quickly, her jaw dropping as she did so. "What the fuck?"
"What happened?" Octavia asked, and Clarke looked up to see that the other three were all looking at her with concern.
"I just got fired."
