"Okay I'm going to get us some waters, do you think you two can survive until I get back?"
Clarke stood in front of the two brunettes slumped in the booth. Octavia was deep into a third drunk dial to Lincoln, and Raven was sending a sloppy wink towards the blonde.
"You got it prin - "
She paused to hiccup.
"-cess."
Clarke rolled her eyes before turning towards the bar, taking a moment to steady herself. The girls were nearing the end of their night out, and with the combination of floral shots and subtle mixed drinks, the blonde's head was swimming. She shakily made her way to the bar, narrowly avoiding a collision with a passing waiter. Soon the blonde was handed three glasses of ice water, and she carefully turned back towards their booth, her entire being focused on balancing the glasses in her arms. Just as she started her journey back towards the waiting girls, Clarke found herself slamming into another body, sending the contents back onto her dress and the glasses crashing to the ground.
" Jesus christ, try opening your eyes next time."
Clarke gaped at the woman she had crashed into. She was stunning, even with the anger radiating off of her. Dressed in a white button down shirt, tucked loosely into fitted black dress pants, the brunette was easily one of the most intimidating people in the club. Clarke snapped out of her daze, quickly bending down to gather the scattered pieces of glass off the floor.
"I'm so sorry, I thought I could get them to my booth without a tray. I'm not usually this out of it, it's been a long night."
Clarke looked up from the ground, her ocean blue eyes locking onto the stranger's emerald ones. Anger washed off the taller woman's face immediately as she knelt beside clarke.
"You should have a waiter clean that up, you could cut yourself…"
Clarke heard the unspoken question at the end of the sentence and answered on instinct.
"Clarke, and the waiters have been running back and forth all night, I can handle this."
The brunette smirked slightly before letting her eyes travel over the blonde, landing on the wet spot on the front of her form fitting dress. She felt a blush creep across her face, hearing Clarke clear her throat softly.
"Napkins, we need napkins."
Clarke raised an eyebrow at her as she stood up abruptly and gestured to her dress.
"Oh, this can wait. We were planning on leaving soon anyways."
Scooping up the remainder of the glass and carefully placing it in a nearby wastebasket, Clarke turned back to the mystery woman.
"The least I can do before I go is buy you a drink for crashing into you, Ms.."
The brunette waved her hand slightly.
"Don't worry about it, I was calling it a night soon as well. And my name's Lexa, Lexa Wo-"
Her words were cut off by a high pitched screeching, coming from the direction of the band that had abruptly stopped playing. Covering their ears, the two girls turned toward the stage, falling silent at what they saw. A man dressed in a blue and grey leather jacket was standing behind the microphone, the lead singer of the band held at gunpoint beside him.
"Anya and Lexa Woods, I come bearing a very important message. It's in your best interest to listen carefully, or else your friend Luna here gets it."
Clarke turned slightly to Lexa, registering the flare of her nostrils as she clenched her fists at her side.
" It seems as if your dear mother and father have decided to skip out on a deal with my boss, and she's unhappy to say the least. She is however, willing to make a deal, which is very rare. She wants your family to make good on their end of the deal, and she could care which one of you does it."
The man paused for a second, searching the crowd before his eyes landed on Lexa.
"I wouldn't keep her waiting long though, patience is not in her vocabulary. I'll be leaving now, it would be unwise to follow me out, I did not come alone."
He lowered his gun from the singer's temple, and started retreating slowly. Clarke caught the image of a glass falling from the club's second story just as the man was turning his back, and inhaled sharply. As soon as the glass hit the ground, the club erupted. She saw the man turn with his gun drawn, firing blindly into the crowd, and she felt bodies surge past her towards the exit. She saw the man from earlier, Gustus, draw his own gun and try to get a clear shot on the man amidst the chaos. Her mind flashed to Raven and Octavia, knowing they were in no state to navigate the mob. Just as she turned to run in the direction of their booth, she felt a hand clasp her wrist.
"Where the hell are you going?!"
Clarke shook off Lexa's hand.
"My friends, I can't leave them!"
Green eyes flashed from concern to pleading.
"I'm sure they can make it out without you, we need to go."
Clarke shook her head slightly before turning on her heel, taking off toward the booth. She vaguely registered the exasperated sigh from the brunette behind her as she jogged after her. The blonde hesitated for a second, catching sight of their empty booth. She scanned the area around it, and spotted both Raven and Octavia huddled underneath the table. Just as she opened her mouth to call out to them, she felt someone crash into her side, sending her forcefully to the ground. Her head connected with the tile, sending a sickening crack into the air. The last thing Clarke saw before darkness enveloped her vision were green eyes, searching hers desperately.
"I still don't understand why you insisted on dragging her back here. Dropping her at a hospital would've been easier for everyone."
Clarke opened her eyes slightly, furrowing her brow at the ache in her head. She wasn't at her apartment, her bedroom didn't allow this much sunlight to get into the room at any time of the day, she was anything but a morning person. Sitting up slightly, the blonde listened to the hushed conversation taking place outside the room she was in.
"She would have woken up completely alone and confused in a hospital. I didn't want that to happen."
A light scoff sounded before the first voice spoke again.
"And waking up in the bedroom of a complete stranger is any better?"
There was a beat of silence before the second voice spoke again.
"Give it a rest Anya, last night was hard enough on the both of us."
Clarke inhaled sharply as a flood of memories of the night before flashed through her mind, and she realized suddenly that she had never gotten to her friends. Ignoring the black spots that danced across her vision, the blonde pulled herself out of bed. Her dress lay in a folded pile on a chair nearby, and she glanced down to find herself dressed in loose sweats and a tank top. Ignoring the blush that crept up her neck at the idea of someone else dressing her, she dug her phone out from her purse that was resting against the chair. A wave of nausea washed over her as she realized it was dead.
"You should be resting, you took a nasty fall last night."
The blonde spun around, her eyes landing on the brunette leaning against the doorframe.
"My friends, Raven Reyes and Octavia Blake, I never got to them."
Lexa stepped forward, uncrossing her arms.
"They're okay. There were no casualties last night thankfully."
Clarke let out a breath and sat hesitantly on the arm of the chair.
"You didn't have to bring me back to your place."
The brunette smirked lightly.
"Should I have left you on the floor of my club?"
Clarke rolled her eyes, flinching at the resulting ache. Lexa noticed, and moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
"You do have a pretty serious concussion Clarke, you should lay back down."
The blonde hesitated, taking a tentative step towards the bed.
"Fine, but just for a little while, they'll be worried about me."
The brunette nodded, happy with the compromise. Clarke let out a sigh once she was settled back in bed. Her mind raced with questions, and she knew she should have headed home the moment she woke up, but something told her to trust the brunette seated on the edge of the bed. The blonde let her eyes close slowly, her headache getting the best of her. Her questions would have to wait.
Okay so things are going to start picking up from here.. Please let me know what you think!