"Looks like you're in my seat Princess."

Clarke froze.

And then said in a voice so quiet he probably couldn't hear her over the din of the Dropship

"Hi Bellamy."

Bellamy Blake slid fluidly into Clarke's eyeline, onto the booth side of the table next to Murphy.

He had changed a bit since they last saw each other, but it was still essentially the same old Bellamy Blake.

Same dark tousled hair and olive skin. Same dark eyes and annoyingly tall stature.

New scruff along his jaw line.

She didn't get past appraising his face as he looked up and caught her looking, so she quickly averted her gaze. Instead she levelled a glare in Raven's direction and jerked her head towards the bar.

"Uh, me and Clarke are gonna get another round in. Be back in a few!" Raven said brightly and she and Clarke got up and headed to the bar.

As soon as they were away from the table Clarke rounded on Raven.

"You didn't tell me Bellamy was coming!"

Raven at least had the decency to look a little guilty. A little, but not much.

"Because I knew you wouldn't show up and I really wanted you to be here. Besides he only said he might be coming tonight. And anyways, Clarke it's been THREE YEARS! You two had to close a bond to stay this distant, you need to work through this shit!"

Clarke sighed and lay her head on the bar for a moment, before groaning and saying tiredly

"aaaarrggghhh! Maybe you're right. But it's so not happening tonight. That is not my plan for tonight."

Raven grinned triumphantly and turned to the scarred bartender.

"Hey Roan! Another round over here!"

"Not your slave Reyes!" growled Roan but Raven just laughed and tossed her hair over one shoulder.

"Yeah but you love me. So chop, chop ponytail!"

Roan tried to glower but couldn't help letting out a smirk as he started pouring drinks. As he did so, Raven turned back to Clarke.

"So, if Bellamy is off the table, what exactly is the plan for tonight?"

Clarke grabbed one of the shot glasses that Roan had just put in front of them, and down the hatch it went.

"My plan now is to get drunk. Very. Very. Drunk."

"Raaaaaveennn wh-why are there th-threeee of you right now?"

"Because you and tequila still don't mix well even after three years." Raven laughed as Clarke wrapped her arms around her friends neck and hung off her spinning in circles.

"Mmmm, Raven did I ever tell youuuuuuuu that I-I think youuuuuuu're reaaallyy sexy?"

"Erm is anyone sober enough to drive Clarke home? You know she's had enough when she starts hitting on me, because I love the girl but she knows I don't swing that way."

Raven called to the group, or at least those who were still at the table. Monty and Harper were dancing together and Emori was dancing with some guy who had approached her at the table. Octavia and Lincoln had left about half an hour before, saying something about an early class.

Bellamy had disappeared to the bathroom and Murphy was sat in the corner of the booth seat, Lula perched sideways on his lap, leaning back into him, their heads close together.

Muprhy didn't look away from the girl sat in his lap, just did a thumbs down gesture at Raven who sighed and put an arm around Clarke's back as the girl sagged against her.

"C'mon, Miss Griffin, let's get you in a cab." Then as they got near the bar she called "Hey Roan, call Clarke a cab for me?"

"I'll take her."

Bellamy had appeared through the crowd and Raven raised an eyebrow at him.

"If I let you take her, am I gonna see a news report tomorrow that they've pulled her body out of the river?"

Bellamy snorted and shook his head.

"Best behaviour. Promise."

Raven gave him another look before smiling and saying

"I'll help you get her in the car."

Together they got Clarke out of the Dropship and into the cool night air of the parking lot. They practically dragged the blonde to Bellamy's truck and Raven strapped her into the backseat. As Bellamy turned to say something to Raven, he noticed the brunette sway on her feet a little.

"You need a ride home too?"

Raven smiled ruefully and ran a hand through her hair.

"Probably a good idea. I cant remember where my car is anyway."

"Get in then birdbrain."

And with that Raven hopped in the passenger seat and Bellamy climbed into the drivers side and pulled out of the Dropship parking lot.

"We should get married."

Lula smiled sweetly as she helped Murphy up the stairs to their room. He had been drunk before they even got to the Dropship, but now he was almost paralytic.

The nineteen year old (who was so small that she looked the same size as a fourteen year old, which got Jon some strange looks when the two were out together) was struggling to support her boyfriend's weight and as gently as she could, deposited him onto their bed.

He rolled over onto his side with a groan and seemed to fall straight to sleep, so Lula padded into the bathroom for a quick shower. Once she was done, she slipped into one of Jon's Metallica t-shirts that looked like a dress on her and slipped into bed beside Murphy.

She thought he was asleep and so jumped a little when he wrapped an arm round her waist and pulled her back to his chest.

"Marry me." He mumbled into her hair and Lula smiled into the dark.

"Sure. As soon as your sober."

She felt a tired chuckle rumble through Jon's chest as he nuzzled the back of her neck.

"Hey silly girl. You know I love you right?"

"I love you too."

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

"Jon?"

"Mhm?"

"You ever propose to me paralytically drunk again and I'll set Bellamy on you."

"Understood."

Clarke was awake.

Sort of.

She was only sort of awake as someone carried her up the steps to her apartment.

Only sort of awake as someone else pulled her keys from her pocket and unlocked her front door.

Only sort of awake as the first someone put her in her bed.

And she was asleep as Bellamy looked down at her sleeping form with an odd expression on his face.

On instinct, just as he had done a hundred times before she left, Bellamy tucked a stray strand of hair behind Clarke's ear but then quickly withdrew his hand.

"Goodnight Princess. And welcome back."

But Clarke was asleep.

So she didn't hear him say it.

And she didn't hear him leave.

Ta da!

So you may have guessed but Lula is an oc that I came up with a while ago and have been DYING to use in a story and I just felt like she fit in this.

So Clarke is a lightweight. Lol.

Let me know what you think I love to hear from readers.

More soon.

Geronimo xx