31st October.
Raven:
We're currently dress shopping
and it reminded me to tell
you that the party is a formal
masquerade ball. :)
"What about this one?" Clarke asks as she examines a short blue dress with grey feathers on. "Hmm, then again I don't want to look like a peacock."
"I think you would suit a princess dress," Raven replies back with a laugh. Clarke shoots her an annoyed glare, not impressed with the princess nickname that she's been stuck with since college.
"Seriously, Rae?" Clarke grumbles, her fixated glare dropping back to the clothing rack in front of them. "Will I ever live that nickname down?"
Raven shrugs with a low key amused smile, pushing apart each dress to take a closer look at them, "you've got that Princess vibe going on for you."
"More like damsel in distress," Clarke shoots pack, pulling out a long light blue sweetheart ball gown that puffs out at the bottom and places it in front of her body. "What about this one?"
Raven looks up from the clothing rack and tilts her head, inspecting the ball gown. "I approve of that one, Griff. Go try it on."
Clarke's face lights up with an excited small smile, apart from photography and art, she has more room in her heart to love shopping. Clarke parts ways with Raven and goes to the nearest changing stall to try on the dress. Leaving Raven just as stuck as she looks around for her perfect dress.
With Raven's plan of showing Anya what she was missing came with wanting an ideal dress that she could rock the floor with; she doesn't want to wear something that was too revealing but in the same breath, she wanted to work with her greater assets. A dress that would steal all eyes and have them focus on her. Especially her ex girlfriend's.
And though she will never admit it; she also wanted Spencer's approval on the dress, too.
Spencer Hastings:
What are you wearing?
Raven grins to herself as she looks down at her phone, her mind encouraging her to reply back with something a bit more on the mischievous side, even if it Spencer's question was innocent. There was nothing wrong with a little bit of harmless flirting, right?
Raven:
Is this the equivalence
to phone sex, just without
the phone call? You naughty
girl, you. ;)
I'm wearing clothes, from head
to toe. Sorry to disappoint you. ;)
Raven keeps her phone in her hand and goes back to looking through the store of dresses, with an amused smirk on her face, imagining what Spencer's reaction would be to receive a message like that.
Spencer Hastings:
Absolutely hilarious. [eye roll emoji]
I think you should be a stand up
comedian.
Now we've covered what you're
wearing today, can we cover
what you're wearing for this party?
And you still haven't told me
when the party is.
Raven:
Please, less of the sarcasm
cause I bet it made you smile.
I haven't got that far ahead yet.
I'll send you a picture when I've
found a dress.
The party is this Friday.
Clarke comes out of the changing room and clears her throat with a cough, making Raven's eyes dart up from the phone to look at her best friend. Clarke looks beautiful, with the long, blue dress hugging her curvy body. All joking aside; she does look like a princess. A beautiful one at that.
Raven feels a punch of pride just looking at her, like a proud mother who's just took her daughter for her first prom dress. Her heart swelling in awe.
"Cinderella is going to the ball!" Raven comments after blowing out a whistle, as Clarke swirled around with a shy smile, allowing the puffy layers at the bottom to twirl around with her.
"Thank you." Clarke replies back, ducking her head to hide the blush that had formed on her cheeks. "I think I'll get this one. I'm thinking of getting a white mask to go with it."
Raven nod her approval after mentally picturing the blue dress and a white mask. "A white mask will bring out the blue in your eyes."
"That's what I was thinking." Clarke replies, nodding her head thoughtfully. "I'll go change and then come out to help you."
Spencer Hastings:
I'm not even going to
comment on that. And
please do, so I can look through
my choices. I'm going back
to cleaning now. Is tonight still on?
Raven smiles, reminding herself of the flashbacks of last night. Spencer had driven her to pick some food up before taking her back to her hotel. They agreed to meet again tonight to carry on where they had left last night, Spencer had even offered to cook for her and Clarke after not being impressed by their diets since they've arrived in London.
Raven tried to argue back that there wasn't anything wrong with takeaways; ever since the soccer season had finished, it allowed her to have more freedom with food choices. Their coach was a total nut for healthy balanced meals even though salad doesn't compare to a slice of a greasy pizza. Not even close. As soon as their last game was over and done with, Raven went back to their shared house and ordered the biggest combo deal known to man going. Instead of celebrating with champagne, she celebrated with pizza, fries and chicken wings with an unhealthy side of chocolate fudge dessert.
Raven:
Yes, Chef, it's still on.
We will walk there this time
and bring a bottle of wine.
Send me your address and
the time you want us to come round. :)
With her phone in one hand and her other tackling the dresses in front of her, Raven is close to admitting defeat of finding her perfect dress until she comes across a burgundy evening dress. Raven picks up the dress up from the clothing rack to study it further; the long, burgundy dress had a side slit, a wrapped v-line and thin shoulder straps. It had no other detail to Raven's delight, she wasn't a fan of having jewels on dresses. Or a fan of dresses in particular, she would rather settle for her hoodies and jeans any day.
Only, this needed to be perfect. For her plan to work, she needed to pull out all the effort. A perfect dress, hair made up and makeup to compliment her face. Anything to show her delusional ex girlfriend what she's left behind.
"Clarke, I'm trying on a dress." Raven shouts as she walks into the changing rooms and finds herself a vacant spot, hooking up the dress on the wall and closing the curtain behind her.
"Okay, I'll wait outside for you." Clarke shouts back from her changing room.
Raven undresses herself from all her clothing and pulls off the dress from it's hanger and steps into the dress, allowing herself to slide the dress up her tanned body. Raven sighs, as she tries to pull up the zipper that was located on the back of the dress, after struggling for a few minutes, she decides to call in for help.
"Griff, I need your help."
"Which changing area are you in? Point your foot out underneath the curtain."
Raven follows the orders, pointing out her toes underneath the curtains and wiggles them. Clarke slowly moves the curtain, enough for her to enter the small changing area but not enough to expose Raven to any of the other customers outside.
"Wow, that dress is amazing." Clarke comments, checking out the dress from head to toe with her nodded approval. "I think I might come as your date after all, tell Spencer she's no longer needed."
"Smooth, Griff." Raven laughs, swatting at the grinning blonde's arm to stop her staring. "Can you do the zip?"
"Right, okay." Clarke responds, standing behind her and pulls the zip up effortlessly and takes a step back to allow some space.
Raven's never felt so uncomfortable in her whole life, she's always been a tomboy kind of girl and had little time for dresses. However, as her eyes slowly gaze up to meet the mirror in front of her, she can't help but be taken away at the sight of herself. The dress was complimenting her assets; her smooth tanned leg was on show and her boobs looked incredible in the v-line.
"I've never seen anyone admire themselves as much as you are right now." Clarke jokes, arching an eyebrow at Raven's as she stares at herself in the mirror.
"Fuck, I look amazing." Raven whispers out the words, twirling her body just a little to check out her arse in the dress and nods to herself with a smile.
"I think your ex girlfriend is going to be blown away."
"I think I'm getting blown away myself." Raven replies, checking herself over once again in the mirror.
Raven:
[picture message.]
I found my dress! Let me
know what you think of it.
Spencer stops with the process of cleaning her apartment, laying down the hoover against the settee. The image on the screen pops up of Raven standing with her back against the mirror. Spencer's breath hitches in her throat, her eyes roaming everywhere on the dress. Raven had wanted her opinion on the matter; only, Spencer's opinion wasn't suitable for a friendship comment, far from it. Raven looks stunning, absolutely so. The dress had done wonders to display her figure in the most dreamiest of ways possible.
Spencer's opinion on this? It is making her thoughts cloud with lust and desires; imagining scenarios that she shouldn't be imagining. That dress is too dangerous. And Friday night would be going to be more hard work that she had initially thought. How she's going to cope with such beauty on her arm the whole night and not be able to make any moves would be a struggle.
If Raven wanted to make her ex girlfriend jealous - that dress would be the perfect dress to turn any heads.
The phone in her hands begins vibrating, startling the brunette like she's just got caught looking at something she shouldn't be looking at. Well, it was true, she shouldn't be looking at her new friend in that way.
Mother is calling..
Spencer quirks her eyebrow slightly as she looks down at the phone. It was unusual for any of her family members to randomly call her or call at all; they weren't a family that relied on social interactions. Whatever this phone call is about must be of importance.
"Hello, mother." Spencer speaks, putting the phone on loudspeaker and throwing it on the settee so she could get back to being productive with her cleaning.
"Hi, Spencer. You're not busy, are you?"
"Just in the process of cleaning before company arrives, how're you?" Spencer yells from the other side of the living room, collecting her cloth and spray to wipe down the coffee table and television unit.
"I'm fine, thank you and you?"
"Very well, thank you."
"Great to hear. Anyway, the reason for my calling. Are you coming here still for the Christmas holidays?"
"Yeah, I've booked four weeks off. I'll be landing in Philadelphia on Friday the 17th."
"Fantastic, honey. I have some important news to tell you."
Spencer lets her amused smile display, proud yet again with being correct at how predictable her family are.
"What news?" Spencer asks, wiping down the coffee table over for the 5th time after not being impressed with how dirty it still looks.
"I'm running for State senate for Pennsylvania!"
That was something she wasn't expecting. Her mother of all people running for state senate; the Hastings legacy was changing rapidly. "Wow, mom. That's great!"
"Thank you, Spencer. The reason why I'm asking of your dates is because we're filming a Christmas traditional dinner to put in the campaign, I want to show everyone how important family is to us."
Spencer rolls her eyes, their family doesn't consume to normal family traditions but she'll play along anyway, for her mother's sake. "Sure, mom. I'll be there."
"Fantastic, honey. Melissa is coming back from her trip, too, so it'll be all of us for Christmas!"
This gets better and better; a fake pretend relationship and now a fake Christmas get together? Is her life not even reality any more? Spencer looks around the room, looking for any hidden cameras that could be hidden away and replies back, "I'm sure it'll be incredible, mom."
"Is everything okay? You seem distracted?"
Spencer checks behind her television, still on the hunt for the hidden cameras. "I've got some friends coming round soon, so I'm just cleaning the apartment. Don't forget I'm bringing Nala, too. You excited to meet your first born grandchild?"
"I'll be even more excited if it was an actual child."
"Cover your ears, Nala, don't listen to what nanny Hastings is saying." Spencer jokingly says, covering Nala's furry ears with her hands.
Her mother lets out a little laugh, "I'll leave you now to your cleaning. The Christmas television meal is scheduled for the 20th, it gives us a few days to prepare. Have a good day, honey."
"You too, Mother." Spencer replies back, pressing end on the phone call, bringing the image of Raven's dress back to the screen. Her breath hitches again as her eyes roam the picture. Raven had wanted her opinion so she needs to reply back. She'll hold off her original thoughts, going for a more friendly approach.
Spencer Hastings:
The dress looks good on you,
Raven. But, I bet you're already
aware of that. I'm almost done
cleaning, I'll pick you both up,
as I'm working tomorrow, so
I won't drink.
Spencer sighs, closing down the message with the imaged attached, thinking about how much of a challenge this party is going to be. If it was a real date, the whole scenario would make her happy. Who wouldn't want a girl like that on their arm?
It wasn't the dress, or how stunning Raven was that was the challenge; it'll be the separating the pretend from reality that is going to be tough. The ultimate goal for Raven is to make her ex girlfriend jealous; Spencer was only there to help her after Raven screwed up with announcing a girlfriend she doesn't have.
Spencer could play pretend for this one night, couldn't she?
Spencer Hastings:
I'm outside.
Spencer shifts nervously in her seat, looking around at nothing in particular. Before she had left her apartment, she was waiting around with Raven's text and just so happened to click open the picture of Raven in the dress again. Needless to say, that photo was becoming her favourite. Spencer couldn't get her head around the fact that one person could look that spectacular.
And now? Spencer feels uncomfortable with the fact she's even looking at that said someone, whom she barely knows, in that way. As far as "pretend" goes, she was doing an awfully impressive job at living up to the expectations of someone who was in awe of their girlfriend. Only someone who was indeed interested in another person would gawk at a picture for that long. Pretend aside, she was growing more interested in Raven. Beauty aside, the girl was nothing short of being intriguing with her sarcasm and bite of a tongue and her low key accomplishments.
She shouldn't be interested, though.
It's not like Raven feels the same interest; they were going to a party so Raven could woo her ex girlfriend again.
"Why do you get yourself in these predicaments?" Spencer sighs to herself, slugging down against the car seat with her eyes closed. "It's just for one night, Spencer. It's just for one night."
It's just for one night, she can get through this. If she could get through years of stalking and mental torture; this should be a breeze. A walk through a park.
"What's up, legs. Are you falling asleep?" Raven says, alerting Spencer in her seat as she opens the passenger seat door. Clarke mimics Raven's actions, opening the door behind Raven and takes a seat.
"Hey." Clarke says, buckling herself in.
"No, no. I was just thinking. Hey, you two." Spencer replies back, sitting up straight in her seat and flicks on the ignition.
"What are you thinking about? That looked like some deep thoughtful thinking." Raven asks, glancing over at her.
"My mother is running for senate in Pennsylvania." Spencer answers, with the quickest lie she could think of. It's not really a major lie, considering her mother is actually running for it.
"Wow, that's really cool. I wish I could say that my mom was running for senate. Mind you, though, she is a doctor." Clarke replies.
"And just when I thought your family couldn't be any more formal." Raven chirps in, grinning from ear to ear. Spencer shoots her a playful glare as a response. "That is pretty awesome though, why did you look so bummed about it before we got in the car?"
Ah, was far as her lying skills goes - this would be considered busted.
"It's just we've got to play a pretend happy family and have a 'scheduled' Christmas dinner that we're putting on for cameras. To show how ordinary we are as a family. I can't remember the last time we actually did something like that." Spencer replies back. It was the truth after all; their family aren't ordinary in that aspect.
Their Christmas traditions are usually spent having a Christmas meal together, but the rest of the day is spent apart. Her mother and father are usually spend their day making business calls or working on their cases. Melissa would be out somewhere with god knows who.
Leaving Spencer either to her own devices; watching Christmas films on her own or catching up with her studying when she was in High School. Her best friends would invite her over but she would always feel conflicted on accepting - not wanting to intrude on their family time.
And not to mention the ache in her chest if she does accept; watching other families celebrate Christmas with their traditions, wishing her family could be like that.
Boredom would normally kick in on the evening time. After all the hesitating; she would finally accept her best friends offers when the day has died down and they would sometimes meet for a Christmas film and late night snacks.
"You don't do anything? Like open presents together?" Clarke asks, leaning forward in her chair.
Spencer shakes her head. "When I was younger we would, it was magical. The past few years however we normally have our meal together and then part ways."
"You could always spend Christmas with us." Raven offers, placing her hand on top of Spencer's hand that rested on the gear box and gives it's a quick squeeze.
Spencer tries to ignore the squeeze on her heart at the gesture. "What do you girls usually do for Christmas?"
"I'll let Clarke take this one, Christmas is her favourite time of the year." Raven replies, with a smile as she retracts her hand.
Spencer looks in the rear mirror to look at the blonde in the back seat who is beaming with excitement.
"We have all our friends over every year in our house. They arrive on Christmas Eve and usually stay until boxing day. That's if they haven't planned to visit their families. There is usually a big group of us. We all put together to buy Christmas decorations and spend Christmas eve putting them up. After all the decorations are up, we will all play a game of something." Clarke pauses to catch her breath, the excitement still lingering.
Spencer can't help but smile at the blonde; Clarke reminds her of Emily, Christmas was also her favourite time of the year.
"Then on Christmas morning, we will all wake up, put on our Christmas jumpers and sit together to open our presents. Lincoln and Wells will then start the cooking - they're the best cooks in our group and when that's done, we all sit down and eat together. The night time usually consists of dying in a food coma and watching Christmas films all night."
"Wow, I'm impressed. How big is this group of yours?" Spencer asks, glancing sideways at Raven.
"We're very popular people, what can I say?" Raven replies, with a smug smile. "Last Christmas there was six of us. It varies on if the others are spending Christmas with their partners or families."
"I can't imagine the stress that Lincoln and Wells go through cooking for that many." Spencer says, steering the car to lead up to her block of apartments.
"It's even more stressful for them when they've got Raven and Octavia constantly harassing them for food." Clarke replies.
Raven laughs and shrugs her shoulders, "I get hungry waiting around. It's more of wanting to boredom eat."
"You're always hungry." Clarke argues back.
"You can talk, Griff, I swear we nearly all had to go battle royal on you one year because you hogged all the turkey!"
"It's my favourite part of the meal!"
Spencer laughs, listening to the interaction of the pair as she parks up her vehicle. "Remind me to never cook a Christmas dinner with you. You'll be banned from the kitchen."
"You sound like my mother more and more every day." Raven cringes, her forehead wrinkles scrunched up in disgust and shoots Clarke a look of help. "I'm in a relationship with my mother, god help me."
"And now for that, you're grounded from tonight's meal." Spencer shoots back, with a playful warning glare.
"I'm not a major fan of cats but I'll make an exception for this one." Clarke says, allowing Nala to run freely over her with excitement.
"I called dibs already, she will be mine." Raven warns her, taking a seat next to Clarke on the couch.
"Do I need to remind you that you wouldn't win?" Spencer comments, looking over at the scene in the living room, mainly at Raven's face as the tanned woman's cheeks form into an amused smile. Ignoring the fire that is burning crazily inside of her just at the sight. "She will always be mine."
"But, if we're in a relationship, doesn't that make me her mother too?" Raven asks, her brown eyes glancing away from Nala to find Spencer who's standing in her kitchen preparing tonight's meal. Raven doesn't miss the hint of a smile that appears on Spencer's face.
"No, you'll be a step mother so therefore I would still maintain all rights." Spencer replies, working her way around the kitchen to switch on the cooker to cook the pre-made lasagna.
"I can gain rights if I adopt her."
Clarke looks back and forth between them both, quirking an eyebrow up. "Isn't this what people argue about if they're married? And not in a pretend relationship?"
Clarke's comment was enough to stop their bickering over Nala, both the girls looking away with their cheeks shading with a blush. Neither one is going to continue to argue their defences.
Clarke on the other end lets out a howl of laughter at the current silence in the air, watching as they both look away. "Wow, this is comical."
"Shut up, Griff." Raven grumbles underneath her breath, not daring to look at Clarke nor Spencer, her attention focused onto the curtains that are hugging around the window.
"Anyway, that food smells delicious." Clarke replies, picking up the conversation again, disregarding the previous one.
"Thank you. I've made salad with it, is that okay? I know you're both living the junk food lifestyle lately." Spencer replies, grabbing two wine glasses from the cupboard to pour both of her guests some of the wine that Raven had brought with her.
"Hey! I did say I'm allowed to now the season is over." Raven argues back, her eyes shooting towards the smug looking Spencer.
"Pizza isn't great for your body, especially in high doses." Spencer replies back, walking over to the living room to hand each of her guest a glass.
"Are you saying that there is something wrong with my body?" Raven's glare is still intact. boring into Spencer as she walks over.
Spencer's eyes dart from the glass to roam over Raven quickly but is busted when she reaches Raven's face to find the brunette smirking at her. The shades of pink had returned to Spencer's face after being caught and she quickly replies with a quiet, "No, there isn't."
"That's what I thought." Raven says, now the one with a smug victorious smirk.
Clarke tilts the edge of the wine glass to meet her lips and coughs out with, "definitely a married couple."
"Griff, shut up! We're not a married couple!" Raven cries out, her victorious smirk suddenly disappearing and glaring at the blonde next to her instead.
The lasagna went down a treat, all three of the girls had their fair share of moans when the food had hit their throats. All empty plates aside and only a few drops of the wine left in the bottle, left each one of the girls and Nala lounging lazily on Spencer's settee watching any interesting television show they could find.
Their eyes are all glued to the television screen until Spencer's mind reminds her of a game she had set up for her and Raven. It was a game that she had found herself during her High School years, something to help her remember relevant information during her studies.
Spencer stands from the settee making her way into her bedroom, not offering an explanation of any kind to the eager eyes of either girl on the settee as she does so and returns back into the living room area, placing the sticky notes, unused fresh notepads and pens on the coffee table.
Spencer takes a seat on the floor, crossing her legs and meets with the interested eyes of the other two women and explains, "in order for us to play our roles out during the party, I thought we could get could to know each other better. I know we already know some already but this also involves basics such as our names, age, likes, dislikes, favourite and least favourite foods and our hobbies."
Raven quirks an eyebrow up, eyes focused on Spencer. "And this involves notepads and sticky notes?"
Spencer nods, "the notepad is for Clarke, she is our judge for the test. The sticky notes is for us to write down our answers."
"Wait, there is a test involved?" Raven laughs, leaning forward to grab a pen and some sticky notes. "You want to challenge me to a test?"
"You think I wouldn't win?" Spencer questions, her voice amused. From high school to law school, she held her own and made other students afraid to challenge her. This was a first.
"Not a chance. I'm a fucking genius."
"You're underestimating my intelligence."
Raven shoots her with a smirk, "No, I'm not. I just know that I would beat you at any test. Watch and learn."
Spencer leans out both of her arms forward and clicks her knuckles, matching the smirk. "You're so on."
As far as competitiveness goes; Spencer was confident that she would sweep the floor with anyone. In order to win any contest, she would make the challenge harder for her component. The same rule applies with tonight's contender; she wasted no time going into long-winded and specific details with Raven.
Raven however hold her fort too, giving Spencer a lot of information to process and remember. All through the "getting to know each other" answers; Raven gave Spencer the smuggest smirk she could offer. It didn't put Spencer off though - it just made her even more eager to wipe that smile off.
And she would. There would be no holding back where this test was concerned.
Spencer felt confident that she would clear the floor with Raven any day of the week - she would always hold the dominance over any tests.
Clarke, on the other end, found little interest in their challenge with each other and carried on with drinking the remainder of the wine and having dominance over the television with Nala sleeping peacefully on her lap.
Spencer and Raven carried on throwing every detail they could find to the set of questions that would be asked, neither girl holding back on any information. The exchanges of information went on for half hour before Clarke was roped into writing down the set of questions; Spencer had guided her with said questions, relaying them over so Clarke could write them all on the notepads.
The contest would play out as: each girl would pull Clarke into the bedroom to inform Clarke of the correct answers to each question before arriving back to sit in the living room. Clarke is sat on the settee whilst Spencer and Raven took a seat next to each other on the opposite side of the coffee table, sitting uncomfortably against the oak floor. The next part of the process is where the battle commences; Spencer and Raven had a set of sticky notes handed to them and a pen each. They would write down their answers to each question and hold them up.
Whoever gets their answers right earns a point.
Whoever has the most points is declared the winner.
And both of them were gunning for that winning title.
"Okay, first question. What is each others full names?" Clarke asks, looking down at the notepad in front of her with the pen pressed against it.
Spencer and Raven write down their answers on their allocated sticky notes and then hold them up.
"Ladies first." Spencer says, smiling softly at Raven.
Raven rolls her eyes, "you're a lady, too, you idiot. How do you expect to win this test if you can't grasp basic human biology?"
Spencer rolls her eyes. "Just go first."
Raven holds up the sticky note with a smug smile. "Spencer Jill Hastings."
"You don't have a middle name, but it's Raven Reyes."
"Both of you are correct." Clarke replies, ticking next to their names. "Next: what are both of your ages?"
Spencer and Raven don't even bother to write their answers down, they were both too adrenaline pushed by wanting to win the test.
"You're 25." Spencer states, looking confidently over at Raven.
"And you're 24." Raven mimics, with a victorious smile.
"Both correct again." Clarke muses, scribbling down a tick on the notepad. "I'm mixing this up now - what is each other's most disliked and favourite food?"
"Oh, me first!" Raven exclaims, leaning forward on her knees with excitement. "Your favourite food is a cheese burger. Specifically, if you could choose where you could get your burger from, it would be from a burger bar in New York. And you dislike any fish."
Spencer nods, impressed that Raven took the time to listen to the extra information. "Your favourite food is pizza and you dislike curry. Especially the curry you had one time at your grandmothers. You didn't have the heart to tell her because she slaved over the cooker for hours to feed your whole family."
Raven leans back glancing over at Spencer in a shock. "I didn't think you would remember that."
Spencer shrugs nonchalantly, deep down she knows she would listen to any story that Raven would tell her but she shrugs it off, coolly. "I told you that you're on."
Clarke clears her throat, startling both of them. "Correct again." Clarke does another tick on the paper before mumbling, "I don't know why we're doing this when the game will be even. Next question: Favourite film?"
"Lion king!" They both scream out in unison as Raven taps her hands against the coffee table in excitement.
"Correct. Hobbies: what do you both enjoy doing?"
Spencer leans forward now, locking eyes with Clarke's. "Raven enjoys playing soccer, she has no choice considering that is her career. If she isn't playing soccer, she's spending time with you and O in your shared house. Raven also enjoys music, gigs, Netflix, partying, sleeping and more alarming: blowing shit up with her man made experiments."
"And Spencer likes doing nothing other than scaring people in court, spending time with her cat, reading, cooking and watching crime documentaries. You also enjoying speaking to your best friends but your lives have got hectic, so therefore you don't speak as much these days." Raven replies.
"Correct again." Clarke says, eyes flicking in between each girl. Noticing how they're both smiling at each other after each question. "Skip the questions you both know, let's make this interesting. These questions I'm about to ask you don't know the answers to, seeing as you're both in sync like an old married couple, you should be able to guess these correctly."
Spencer's eyes begin to twitch with nerves, all her preparation for this test is now going out the window. Guessing wasn't her thing: facts and correct answers were. Studying hard and knowing the information is how her brain functions - not going in on a whim. As for judge of characters goes; she spent years trying to figure out who her hooded stalker was - making correct judgements of other people weren't one of her better qualities.
"Spencer, are you okay?" Raven laughs, watching the episode of twitching happen.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Spencer replies, re-composing her demeanour and replaces the nerves surfacing with her poker face.
"Alright, let's do this. What did each other want to be when they were a child?"
Spencer looks over at the tanned woman beside her and goes with the only things she knows: she loved soccer but she couldn't imagine that was her first choice. She likes engineering whether it's electrical or chemical; a laboratory assistant? No, far too tame for someone like Raven. And far too advanced for a child to think. Something science related, possibly? What did kids want to be in relation to Science?
Raven's brown eyes connect with Spencer's, the expression on Raven's face is a dead set giveaway that she is struggling to come up with an answer too. Her eyebrows are furrowed and forehead lines crinkled with a mix of confusion and concentration.
Spencer goes back to her original thoughts - science, science, science. What could a kid want to be in relation to science? An engineer seems far too easy as an answer. Think outside of the box. Science. Kids. Kids like space? Space. Common science related careers for kids would be an astronaut.
"Astronaut." Spencer breathes out in a panic whilst looking at Raven.
"Wh-a-at?" How?" Raven stammers in disbelief. "How could you just guess that?"
Spencer sighs in relief and smiles. "I have a brilliant mind, what can I say?"
"Is that the right answer, Rae?" Clarke asks.
Raven nods, her lips gaped open slightly in shock. "Yep."
"What's your answer?"
"There's no reason behind my answer.." Raven replies, hands pressed against the floor behind her and deflates against her arms."A pirate."
Out of all the odds.
And out of all the answers.
Raven got it right.
Spencer shakes her head in uncontrollable laughter. "The fact you didn't have a reason behind that answer makes it better. The fact you got it right is insane."
"Tell me you're joking." Raven gasps, her eyes now meeting Spencer's in disbelief.
"Honestly, you're right," Spencer confirms, still laughing. "I wanted to be a pirate and travel the world."
"This is scary." Clarke interrupts both of them, Spencer's laughter dies down and her eyes shoot towards the blonde on the settee. "I now confirm you're both wife and wife. Congratulations to the newly wed couple."
"We're not a married couple!" They both cry out in unison - only being in sync with their response makes the wild grin on Clarke's face grow wilder.
"Wow, you're both really showing me." Clarke replies, rolling her eyes. "Look at this Nala, you have two mothers now."
"I swear to God, Griff. I will embarrass you in front of Lexa on Friday." Raven warns her. "I'll tell her about the Princess story."
"What's the princess story?" Spencer asks, intrigued, as she clears away all the mess from the coffee table. Clarke's grin was replaced with a glare, a glare that was directed at the smirking brunette on the floor. The look was enough for Spencer to mind her own business. Instead, Spencer changes the conversation. "Who's Lexa?"
"Lexa is Clarke's dream girl. She's my ex girlfriend's best friend and band mate." Raven informs her.
Clarke's expression softens, the glare disappearing and introducing a smile. "I can't help it, she's gorgeous."
"You're ex girlfriend studied music, right?" Spencer asks over the kitchen counter and Raven nods. "Her and Lexa are in a band? What kind of music do they make?"
"They started off doing covers on YouTube, it's mainly changing a song and putting their own rock spin on it. They got signed by a company and began making their own music. Do you know who Tegan and Sara is?"
Spencer shakes her head, "Nope, who are they?"
"They're a two member band, both of them are sisters and pretty big in the LGBT company. Anya and Lexa are the same, just more hard rock."
"So, they're a big hit, huh?" Spencer asks in a surprise. Raven and Clarke nod in unison with their responses. A part of her was interested to fire open her phone to google the band and their music; for "educational" purposes - or more so curiosity. She doesn't, though. And wouldn't, not in the company of others. "Oh! I forgot, whilst you're here. What should I wear to this party? I was wondering if you would like to look through my wardrobe; I didn't know if you wanted to go dressed colour coordinated or not?" Spencer pauses, in shock at herself, she doesn't want to encourage this whole "married couple" statement further. Clarke's face is highlighting with a grin to show that she's enjoying this conversation. "-Not that we need to be colour coordinated. We're not a married couple, before you ask Clarke-" Spencer says, shooting her a glare of "I-dare-you-to-reply" before continuing. "If you wish to look through my wardrobe, feel free. Do not mess it up though, it's all organised."
"I'm more curious to know how it's organised." Raven says, her eyebrow quirking up as she stands up from the floor.
Spencer shakes her head, "I like to be organised, it's nothing extreme."
"Curiosity is growing. I can't wait to see what 'organised' is defined as in Spencer Hasting's dictionary." Raven replies, shooting Spencer a smirk before grabbing Clarke's hand to lead them into the bedroom.
Spencer rolls her eyes, watching the two women go off into her bedroom before returning to her task of cleaning all the mess from tonight's antics. It was only a few seconds in with them both raiding her wardrobe when Raven pops her head out of the bedroom door to look at her, with a smirk on her face.
"Nothing extreme, huh? Why do you have your work clothes already lined up in order with a note on each one stating what day to wear them on?"
"There isn't anything wrong with that." Spencer protests with a non-nonchalant shrug as she washes the wine glasses. "It's important to be organised."
"-There's different sections in here, too, Rae. Each section has a note indicating lounge wear, formal wear and running wear." Clarke yells from her bedroom.
Raven rolls her head back against her shoulders and laughs, "we're going to find a sock drawer labelled aren't we?"
"No, who needs to label their socks?" Spencer argues, glaring at laughing woman. "That's madness."
"Oh, that's madness? That's where the line draws?" Raven asks, her head dropped back to normal but the laughter was still escaping her lips. "You're something else."
"Do you want to be single for this party?" Spencer yells as warning back at Raven who has disappeared into the bedroom.
"Do me the honour." Raven yells back.
"Suits, suits and more suits." Is all Spencer can hear as they both rummage through her wardrobe.
If anything, Spencer isn't offended by the running commentary, she's impressed with her formal selection of suits for work. She feels nothing but class as she puts them on and leaves for work.
"Judging by the tremendous amount of suits and the flannel shirts I'm going to judge by saying she's a grade A lesbian." Raven's comment is muffled like a whisper.
And not that she's offended by being labelled - it's more so the fact that she's never been labelled before by the judge of her clothes. She hadn't chosen her clothes to be redeemed anything other than formal. She has a lesbian best friend, for God's sake, if she looked gay in any shape or form, Emily would have called it out ages ago.
"I'm not a lesbian." Spencer shouts, walking through the living room and spots the girls in action as they look through the wardrobe.
Raven looks over her shoulder, both eyebrows raised in disbelief. "You're not a lesbian?"
"Nope."
"You dress more gay than I do."
"If that was the case, why didn't my gay best friend call it?" Spencer challenges, with both hands on either hip and her head tilted.
"I bet they're waiting for the day where you announce that you're out of the closet." Raven bites back, matching the challenge.
"You really think so?" Spencer argues and Raven nods her head. "Right then, let's see, shall we?"
Spencer wastes no time by pulling out her mobile phone from her suit trousers and finds Emily's name on her contact list. The FaceTime call rings out several times before a familiar blonde comes up on the screen, the camera pointing up at Alison's face.
"Spencer, what do I owe this pleasure of seeing your face?" Alison asks, walking around what Spencer believes is their house.
"I need to ask you a question. Do I give off the impression that I'm gay?"
Alison looks down at the screen, her lips gaped open. "Em, I think this is a phone call for you. You owe me $20, by the way."
"Why?" Emily shouts in the background.
"You'll see why when she asks you." Alison replies back to her, the phone in her hands being switched over and the camera displays Emily's chin.
"Hey, S. What's up?" Emily asks, positioning the phone against an object and leans forward into the view.
Spencer swallows down on the irritation about the bet they had going on and the fact Raven is staring at her, with that smug look again. "Em, hello. My question is: do I give off the impression that I'm gay?"
"Oh, boy, this is finally happening, huh?" Emily replies, with a warm smile.
"What?" Spencer snaps, the irritation getting the better of her - Raven's victorious smile was becoming too much to handle.
"You're finally coming out as gay."
"I'm not gay!" Spencer snaps.
"You're not? Why are you asking me that question then?" Emily asks, confused.
"Because." Spencer glares at her before lifting her eyes to look over at the laughing girls in her bedroom. Raven is bent over, her hands pressed against her knees, struggling to breathe through the pants of laughter. Spencer switches the camera angle round, allowing her back camera to point at the scene in front of her. "You see the idiot bent over? She thinks I look gay."
"You do give off that vibe, S, if I remember correctly in High School, I had Paige once ask me if you were."
"I told you!" Raven cries out during the fits of laughter. "This is too funny."
"Is that Raven Reyes the soccer player?" Emily asks, peering more towards her phone to get a better look. Raven stands up straight after hearing her name and waves at the camera. "HOLY HELL, it is! Alison, come look at this! Do you remember when we were watching Rosewood's women soccer team playing against Ton Dc? And you thought one of the female's looked like me on the opposite team?"
"Yeah, what about it?" Alison's says in the background.
"She's with Spencer, come look!" Emily yells out with excitement.
Raven practically bounced from Spencer's wardrobe to stand by Spencer's side to look down at her phone. "Wow, your bestfriend is hot."
"Seriously?" Spencer warns her, glaring into the top of Raven's head. An eruption of jealously inciting through her veins. "You are checking out my best friend?"
Raven shrugs her shoulders, with a smirk lingering on her lips as she meets Spencer's eyes. "Why? Do you have a problem? I thought you were straight."
"I'm not straight nor gay. As I told Aria-" Spencer begins to explain, irritated beyond words.
"You told Aria before me?" Emily snaps, glaring through the other end of the screen.
"Em, let me explain-"
"Explain what? That I'm not a priority to tell these vital information to?!"
"Em, please. Let me explain what happened!"
"I think these two are the married couple after all." Clarke interrupts them all, smiling innocently over at Spencer and Raven.
"Griff, have you got a marriage kink going on?" Raven asks, bewildered at her best friend and her ridiculous amounts of marriage comments tonight.
Clarke doesn't respond verbally, she just shrugs her shoulders before turning her attention back onto the wardrobe.
Spencer chooses the current silence to carry on with her explanation whilst Emily's eyes are burning into her. "Anyway, the reason why Aria knows already is because she was with me when this one," Spencer points the camera at Raven before replying, "decided to choose me - as random - in front of her ex girlfriend to be her current girlfriend and now I'm going to her ex girlfriend's engagement party as her date. As far as my sexuality goes: I don't define by the rules of labelling, I define the rules of what my heart decides."
"You're missing out the part where you offended me." Raven chimes in.
Spencer scoffed, "I didn't mean to offend you. I just merely said-"
"-whatever, you still said I had no game." Raven interrupts her.
"Nope, I stand incorrect: it's you two who are the married couple." Clarke adds in, looking over her shoulder.
"Man, if anyone has game, it's you, Raven. I've saw how many fangirls you have on your social media sites."
"Can I take your best friend as my date?" Raven playfully swoons in awe.
"Not unless you want me to kill you." Alison's voice comes into the conversation, joining Emily's side and places a kiss on the side of Emily's forehead.
"Aw man, I like your friends, Spencer. Maybe more than I like you." Raven comments, smiling at the two women.
Spencer looks down at her watch, taking in the time and whistles out subtly, "Well, would you look at that? I think it's time for you to go."
"Aw, really?" Raven pulls her bottom lip out to a pout. "There were us thinking we're staying for a sleepover? Clarke even brought her pedicures to paint your nails."
Spencer rolls her eyes up and shakes her head, forgetting they were on the phone to an audience in Rosewood, who were currently laughing.
"Keep her, Spence. She can visit us any time." Alison says, grinning.
"Okay, that's enough of you two. Have a good day, miss you guys, lots of love. Bye." Spencer glares at them and hangs up the phone before they could protest.
"So, safe to say your friends approve of me." Raven hums as she skips back over to where Clarke is stood.
"You're saying that like we're actually in a relationship." Spencer sighs. Not that it would be a bad thing, she's growing quite fond of the annoying brunette.
Not that she would ever admit that. Ever.
"Still, your friends approve." Raven casually replies. Spencer doesn't even need to look over at the brunette to know she's smiling with that victorious grin.
"Anyway, what were we doing?" Spencer disregards her comment, joining the other two near her wardrobe.
"Well, we were looking for an outfit for you. What are you feeling? Would you like to wear a dress or shall we choose out of your collection of suits?" Raven asks, looking through the section of neatly and organised suits.
What was she feeling? Irritated. Mainly.
"Whatever you decide." Spencer replies.
"What about this grey blazer?" Raven pulls out the blazer out of the wardrobe to inspect it.
The grey blazer was one of her favourites; one that she doesn't wear frequently and only uses for important events such as meeting new clients or going out to the company events. The blazer was part of a fitted piece; one she had made specially for her. The blazer came with a tailored made fitted waistcoat and long, slim grey suit trousers.
Spencer tilts her head, overlooking the blazer and nods. "I can wear that one, if you wish. I have the whole suit outfit and a fitted black, long sleeve shirt to go with it."
"That'll do fine then." Raven nods in agreement and for the first time tonight, her lips are laced with a sincere smile.
And Spencer doesn't melt at the sight. At all.
Maybe a little. Why is she even kidding herself?
"That settles it then." Spencer replies, stifling out a yawn to cover the smile that wants to surface. "Not that I don't mind you guys being here, but do you want to stay or I can take you both home?"
"Unless you want us all sharing a double bed and believe me, you don't want Clarke stealing your blankets-"
"Hey!" Clarke says, swatting at Raven's arm.
"You're a blanket hogger!" Raven replies back, swatting at Clarke's hand.
"It's fine, you two can take the bed. Unless, you want to go home. No obligations." Spencer replies, laughing at the two of them swatting at each other in defence.
"We're not stealing your bed, Spencer. We can go home." Raven responds, pulling out her phone and her eyes widen at the time. "Shit, it really is late."
"Yep." Spencer replies, yawning away. "Take the bed, guys. If anything you can both babysit Nala whilst I am at work tomorrow."
"You sure?" Clarke asks excitedly now, looking back and forth between them both.
"Sure thing. There is some spare pj sets in the drawers. Let me grab mine and I'll get out of your hair. Help yourself to drinks or whatever during the night. And don't worry about the noise, either, I tend to sleep like I'm dead."
"Hey, thank you. We promise we won't break your apartment or kidnap your kitten." Raven says, even if it was meant to come across as a joke, Spencer could sense their was a deep, thoughtful meaning behind it.
"No, thank you two for babysitting her. Feel free to use the television in here or my laptop if you want Netflix." Spencer smiles at Raven with reassurance before pulling out her laptop and placing it on the bed. She then walks over to her drawers to grab her pj's and her work clothes for tomorrow morning before ushering herself to the doorway. Spencer turn her head to look over her shoulder and smile, "sweetest dreams."
Whether it was the exhaustion from today's events or the company she had in her home; for once Spencer slept peacefully throughout the night for the first time in what felt like years.