Wednesday 1st November.

Spencer's usual Wednesday night hadn't gone quite to plan. By her 'usual', it meant returning from another dull day at the office to her apartment so she could lounge around lazily in the comfort of her own home with Nala by her side.

Tonight was different, though.

Instead of being in her apartment with Nala scooped in her arms; she was being pulled way out of her comfort zone, completely.

Tonight, she has decided (reluctantly, more out of her own will) to come to a bar that was situated in her little part of the town. Even after trying to shoot down both Clarke and Raven's attempts of persuasion. Only, she had no choice in the matter. Even if her sole reason of wanting to stay home was to ensure Nala was not on her own.

The pair hadn't took her arguments for an plausible answer though after putting up an counter argument of "Well, Spencer, doesn't Nala usually spend her day alone whilst you're at work?" "Yes, exactly. And Nala has spent all day with people, so, really, your point is invalid."

Needless to say, all efforts on her part wasn't effective and they were not taking no for an answer.

So, after an hour of arguing and finally changing from her Wednesday's choice of work clothes, Spencer had changed into some light blue jeans and a grey loose t-shirt before being pulled out of her apartment, en-route to the hotel room which Clarke and Raven shared, so the other two could change into something other than their previous lounge wear.

With a straw placed in the middle of her lips, slurping back her non-alcoholic drink of coca cola, Spencer awkwardly took in her current surroundings. The bar that they had chosen wasn't only just a casual pub, no, Raven and Clarke had decided to bring her to a LGBT nightclub. A night club that was full to the brim of dressed up students.

Fuck, why didn't the pair give her a warning, at least? A head's up of what she was walking into would have been great. She should have known, by the judge of Clarke and Raven's choice of outfits: Raven sporting a black crop top with tight, skinny black jeans and her black high heels to go with them and Clarke opting for a blue and white striped pinafore dress with a simple white t-shirt underneath it, opting to wear just casual white converse. The dress up may have made Clarke look more casual but the effort she put into her make up and making her hair extra curly made up for it.

Spencer was feeling more self conscious of herself as her eyes roamed the darkened room with only neon lights trying to act as some source of light. Most of the women - or girls - looked like they belong here in their classy dresses and some in their suits. Spencer? Spencer felt like an middle aged woman going through a middle aged crisis.

Great. If she didn't already looked like a spare part compared to the two people she was with, looking around the room made her feel incredibly awkward.

Spencer's eyes found Raven's laugh as Clarke was whispering something into her ear, the uncomfortable feeling began to fade, as if Raven's laugh was like a soothing technique, replacing any nerves with only warmth spreading through her body. Spencer couldn't help but think of all the types of therapy that could benefit such a beautiful sound; they're missing out on the perfect antidote.

Had a bad day at work? Raven's laugh could soothe the stress.

Family problems? Just listening to such a sound could cure all your problems, instantly.

If being in a night club full of drunken, dressed up students didn't make her feel already doomed; the happiness that was vibrating from Raven was definitely going to be the end of her; her body couldn't deal with all the emotions that were going to combust inside. Even if her feelings did end in combustion, it would be worth it. The curl of her lips and the sweet laughter that continued to escape those said lips would be worth it all.

"Are you okay?" Raven shouts over the music, eyes full of worry as her focus is now on Spencer.

"Huh?" Spencer responds, shaking her head out of her daze, eyes focusing on the two women stood in front of her.

Raven takes a step closer, closing the distance between them, leaning into Spencer's body as her lips are brushing against Spencer's ear. "I said are you okay?"

Spencer lets out a deep breath, trying to prevent her heart from breaking free from her chest. Enjoying the feeling of Raven's body brushing against hers. "I'm fine, thank you. A heads up would have been lovely, though."

"What do you mean?" Raven replies, stepping back from her previous position, scrunching up her nose with confusion.

Spencer points around the room with her free hand, "I'm not exactly looking like the part for a night club."

Raven rolls her eyes, reaching out for Spencer's gesturing hand to give it a quick squeeze of reassurance. "You look fine, don't worry. Would you like another drink?"

Taking a deep breath, again, as if breathing becomes difficult these days, Spencer looks down at her drink. Well, lack of drink. When had she finished that? It was full just a moment ago. Spencer looks up again and frowns, "yeah, I'll take a drink."

"Time for shots?" Clarke squeals, like an excitable little puppy, depositing Spencer's empty glass on a nearby table and grabbing hold of Spencer's and Raven's hand to drag them over to the bar.

"No alcohol, I have work tomorrow!" Spencer shouts over the music, apparently her words are reaching to no one as Clarke had already asked for a tray of shots.

A few alcoholic drinks wouldn't hurt, right?

It's not like she couldn't handle her drinks, especially being friends with Hanna Marin who apparently could join the Olympics with her tolerance of handling alcohol.

Spencer snorts to herself, imagining her blonde friend standing proudly on a podium, dressed up in the USA's Olympic uniform after defeating her poor enemies in a contest of downing any alcoholic drink coming their way way.

A nudge to her arm awakens Spencer from her thoughts to find her new blonde friend with her hand in front of Spencer's face, in her hand sits a shot glass filled with a red liquid. Spencer smiles, taking the shot glass in her own hand and brings the plastic cup to her lips, letting the liquid run freely down her throat. All Spencer can think about is how disgusting that shot tastes.

Clearly, she isn't the only one thinking that as she watches Raven pull a face of disgust.

Clarke, on the other hand, is hitting the next shot down her throat.

"Clarke, that tastes like shit." Raven groans, placing down the empty shot glass on the tray and picking up another one.

Clarke shoots her a cheeky smirk in return as she licks her lips after downing her second shot.

Spencer looks down at the shot in front of her, already grimacing as she thinks about the taste the last shot had left in her throat. "Put on your big girl pants, Spencer and drink that shot" Hanna's voice demands in her head.

Well, she wasn't one to ever disappoint.

And she certainly isn't going to be one to turn down a challenge right in front of her.

Spencer picks up the next shot that is waiting for her, bringing the glass up to meet her lips and quickly shoots back the red liquid down her throat, grimacing at the after taste that it leaves in her throat. She needs another drink to wash away the taste; a drink that was preferably not a shot.

"What are you two drinking?" Spencer asks, raising her voice to beat the pumping music, leaning her elbows against the bar in front of her, looking over at them whilst she waits for their answers.

Raven's left arm brushes against Spencer's as she looks over the bar to see what choices she could choose from, and if like it is an automatic response, Spencer's body leans further into Raven, bare arms pressed against each other. Even her own brain is plotting against her, it had to be. Raven tips her head to the side, whispering into Spencer's ear, "I'll have a vodka and coke, please." Spencer's body shivers at the words, leaving prickled goose bumps down her arms due to feeling the breath that escapes Raven's lips. The feeling is gone quicker than she hoped for as Raven turns to face Clarke to ask the blonde her choice of drink.

Raven turns her head back to meet Spencer's dreamy daze and raises an eyebrow in response before replying with, "Clarke wants a sex on the beach."

Quickly, Spencer diverts her attention to the bar, flushing with embarrassment as she looks around for any free bartender to steer the conversation away from being caught in a Raven induced daze. Luck is on her side, as a smiling bartender comes over and takes their orders. Spencer witnesses the raised eyebrow drop as Raven is literally pulled into a conversation with Clarke.

Successful save.

Hours slipped by and so did the drinks, slipping freely down their throats.

Spencer's original decision of only having a careful few drinks turned into more and more. At the moment, she feels a comfortable and warmth buzz pulse through her body, her limbs wanting nothing more than joining the students on the dance floor as they lose themselves to the music that the DJ is providing them with.

Oh, how her body was aching just to be free for once.

They had found a secluded area of the night club, their drinks settled down on a raised, wooden table as they talk about everything and nothing at all. In their presence, Spencer had been feeling more like herself than she has been since she arrived in London many years ago; feeling more like the younger version of herself again. She's missed this feeling. Missed feeling like a care-free version of herself than some old woman suited up in smart work clothes going to her usual boring day to day work life and returning back to a lonely apartment.

She could get used to this feeling.

There is only one thing nagging in the back of her mind though which she needs to address sooner rather than later as Friday is only two days away. Aria had made a valid point when Spencer had never engaged with another woman like this before; she needs a grasp of understanding of whether this relationship of theirs would be needing the public affection display.

And if it did, what would she need to do?

As the thoughts run freely in her mind, Spencer takes another lengthy sip of her vodka before pressing on the urge to voice her questions. Her hand reaches out for Raven's bare forearm to grab her attention, diverting her eyes from roaming around the busy night club. In response, Raven startles with surprise with the touch and turns slightly, her widened eyes meeting with Spencer's own with curiosity of the sudden touch.

It is now or never.

Spencer gulps nervously, before leaning over the table to invade Raven's personal space, lowering her mouth to find Raven's ear. "So, I need to ask you something."

Raven nods, her brown eyes no longer surprised but looking down at the floor to wait for the question.

"On Friday, will we, uh, will we need to be affectionate with each other?" Spencer asks, her cheeks burning up with a flush of embarrassment. She is secretly thanking the night club's technicians for setting up the lighting to make the room so dark.

Raven lifts her head, staring dangerously at Spencer with a smirk playing on her lips. Spencer narrows her eyes, frustrated in response, she should have known that Raven would get off on this. Raven switches their positions, leaning in to press her lips to Spencer's ear and teases with, "Wow, Spencer, I didn't know you were that keen for this pretend relationship."

Spencer scoffs, shoving Raven away from her which only makes the brunette laugh even more. Spencer rolls her eyes as Raven tries to compose her laughter, intriguing the curious blonde who is standing next to them. Clarke shoots Spencer a look of confusion to telepathically ask why her best friend is dying of laughter. Spencer couldn't find the words to vocally respond, so, she settles for a glare in Raven's direction instead.

After a few minutes of trying to calm her laughter, Raven brings up her hand to wipe away the tears that are running down her cheeks before biting down on her bottom lip to stop any further attempts of giggling. Spencer doesn't give her any further encouragement, letting her eyes roam around the dance floor - anywhere but the frustrating brunette.

"Okay, okay, I'm good." Raven says, inhaling and exhaling deep breaths before walking over to where Spencer is stood. Spencer narrows her eyes, glare still intact as she watches Raven make a move to stand near her. The glare doesn't shift, even if her body is working against her as Raven closes the distance, her body close to Spencer's.

Her body is a traitor, as the hairs on her arms stand up as Raven's breath presses against her skin. Traitorous.

"As a serious answer to your question: we will need to put on a show for the guests on Friday." Raven huskily replies.

And just like that, Spencer's heart begins to pound in her chest, unsure what was the cause of this sudden close call of a heart attack - was it the thoughts of displaying affection to the gorgeous woman she is pretending to date or the tone of voice that Raven used? Both. Definitely both.

As Spencer pulls away from Raven, just enough to catch the smug looking grin on her face, she knows she is a goner.

Spencer isn't much of a religious person, has little time for any of it but right now, she is secretly praying for any God to have mercy on her.

With a shake of her head, trying not to let the smile that wants to oh so badly creep upon her face, Spencer's hand finds her drink on the table and she takes an unhealthy sip to control herself, attempting to ignore the mental slideshow of images that her brain is broadcasting of what the potential public affection could entail; ranging from just simple pecks on the cheek to holding each other in front of crowds of people at the engagement party. "What kind of show?" Spencer bravely asks after swallowing the remainder of her drink and her nerves.

Raven's lips curl up into a dangerous smile, eyes glinting with amusement before she's advancing with her next words, "what kind of show are you hoping for?"

"I'm not hoping for anything," a massive lie. Spencer rolls her eyes as the amusement grows on Raven's face. "I'm just asking what is it that you need me to do to be successful as your date."

"Well," Raven starts, brushing her body closer to Spencer, her hand a shy inch away from touching Spencer's arm. The smug smile on Raven's face is enough to inform Spencer that she enjoys getting Spencer wound up. That fucker. "We may need to do simple touches such as hand holding.." Raven's fingers are brushing ever so slightly against Spencer's arm, trailing her fingers down to meet the side of Spencer's hand. It is no more than a ghostly touch but enough to set Spencer's skin alive with fire.

Spencer's brain malfunctions as her eyes are fixated on the slow movements of Raven's fingers, desperately wanting to grasp Raven's hand with her own, wanting to intertwine their fingers together.

Wanting.

Even though she shouldn't want.

Apparently, the wanting is too powerful enough to override logically thinking. Spencer knows she shouldn't have had a sip of alcohol tonight, the wanting is progressing into urges. Urges that are acting on their own control, as her pinky tries to reach out to shyly touch Raven's.

Raven shifts in her position to find her own drink on the table, which gives Spencer a second to mentally fight against the urges and to breathe, before replying with, "just hand holding? I can do that."

I can definitely do that.

Raven blesses Spencer with a wide smile in return. "We may need to be just in general close, you know? Like hands on the waist, arm around the shoulder. Hugging should be okay, too. Don't worry, I won't jump on you and force you into heated make out sessions. I can control myself."

A disappointing feeling settles in Spencer's stomach. Was it bad of her for secretly hoping just for a simple kiss? Just a quick peck on the lips would be more than enough. She was only human after all, right?

And as if Raven was reading Spencer's thoughts, she continues with her sentence with both eyebrows shot up, amused at the sudden change of behaviour. "It's okay, Spencer, you don't need to look so worried, I'm not going to hurt you by being close to you."

Maybe she didn't read her thoughts after all. Thank god for telepathy being a myth.

"I think I can handle a hand on the waist, Raven but thank you for your concern."

"Are you sure about that?" Raven challenges, smirking from ear to ear.

If anything, Raven should know by now not make such challenges against Spencer, when will she learn? And nothing gives her better satisfaction than wiping the floor with her opponent, especially those with a smirk like Raven's. It was becoming her favourite past time, after all.

Raven presses the glass of vodka against her lips, smirking from behind the glass with her eyebrow raised, encouraging Spencer to meet the challenge she just made.

Determination and dutch courage are controlling her body as she takes a step towards Raven, bringing her hand up to take the glass from the brunette's hand, replacing the glass with her own hand. Spencer looks over to meet the eyes of an intrigued Clarke, who no doubt has watched everything that's just happened, before reaching over to grab her hand too - not wanting to allow Clarke to be on her own - before leading them to the busy dance floor. They are cramped in a tiny space, with younger adults swarming the dance floor as the DJ pumps "Camila Cabello - Never be the same" through the speakers.

Perfect song to prove a point.

Spencer drops both of their hands and turns around to meet their faces. Two young females had already managed to capture Clarke in a three-way drunken dance, swaying their hips with confidence they already had or confidence infused by the alcohol; either way, Clarke doesn't mind as her hands travel up her body to meet her blonde hair, swaying her body to the music, as one of the females dances behind her, the other at her front.

Which leaves only the two of them, Spencer's eyes meet with Raven's, the brunette has her head tilted to the side, hands on her hips and the smirk had grew wider on her lips, displaying her teeth.

There is no backing out of this now, she had already agreed to the challenge and there is no loophole out of it, especially not against a person like Raven. She knows if she backed away then Raven would claim all bragging rights.

That is something that will never happen.

Spencer smoothes down her t-shirt with her hands, wiping away the sweat from her palms and then stalks forward, closing the gap between them. Her eyes are focused on Raven's eyes the whole time, wanting to see the reaction that the brunette would give. With the tip of their shoes touching, Spencer reaches out with her arm, wrapping it around Raven's waist, her long fingers trailing along the bottom of Raven's bare back. Spencer may have closed the gap between them but she left some space, their bodies slightly touching, after all; Spencer doesn't want to push it too far with her point.

Raven's reactions is priceless. Spencer is wishing she had a camera to snap the changes of her facial expressions during the swift change of positions; the smirk had dropped, transforming into a slightly open-mouthed gape as Spencer walked towards her. As Spencer curls her arm around her waist, that's when Raven ducks her head, hiding her face as she lets out a shy squeak at the surprising strokes of her fingers. Which leaves Spencer wondering if maybe she's found a ticklish spot?

Not so cocky after all, Spencer thinks, storing away the new found information in her brain; maybe she could use it next time Raven wants to challenge her.

And underneath all that cockiness persona, she is just plain adorable.

Actually, adorable doesn't come close.

It was beyond that.

More like endearing.

Spencer laughs, ducking her head to try find Raven's face - who is stubbornly having none of it, using the close distance of Spencer's body to lean forward to hide her face on Spencer's shoulder. "Raven?"

"Hmmm?"

"Hey, look at me." Spencer whispers into Raven's hair, dropping her hand from Raven's waist to help soothe the situation, awkwardly shoving it into her jean pockets. Only, her hand is aching to be placed back to its previous position.

Raven lifts her head but quickly looks away, looking at nothing in particular, wanting to avoid Spencer's face. She definitely has that shy side of her, all traces of confidence had disappeared. Spencer wonders how many people gets to see this side of Raven; the inner vulnerability.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Raven speaks up, in a grumble no less, but finally speaking. Her eyebrows are furrowed into a glare, a glare that is burning into Spencer now.

The smile on Spencer's face isn't down for bragging rights, or feeling proud that she could dismantle Raven's usual confident mask with a simple touch of the waist. Her smile is there due to being in awe of the discovery she's just found.

So, in a protest, Spencer lifts both of her hands and shakes her head, "No, no. You've got it wrong, I was smiling because it's nice seeing this shy side of you."

"Please, you caught me off guard," Raven snorts, with her hands on her hips. Her shyness is being hidden again, like it shouldn't have been shown in the first place. "You've just managed to discover a ticklish spot, that's all."

"You don't have to hide that side of you, Raven. I'm not going to think of you any less for being ticklish. Or, the fact you may have, you know, squeaked just a tiny little bit." Spencer replies, with a teasing grin.

Maybe she's enjoying having the power to tease Raven, after all.

"Whatever, don't think of yourself so high and mighty about it. Two can play that game and just know, that I can play it a whole lot better."

The song shifts to another and so does Raven's behaviour, the shyness gone far away, nowhere to be seen any longer. It is like Raven is making her own point now, her hips swaying seductively, arms raised in the air as her body moves to the song. Spencer has to blink hard several times to prevent her eyes from travelling down to the movement of those bare hips swaying. The blinking doesn't work in her favour, her eyes having a mind of their own as they slowly look down. It is mesmerising. Whatever point Raven is trying to make; it is working.

Like being being stuck to the ground with cement holding her down, Spencer just stands there, mouth slightly open, eyes going wild as they couldn't focus on one thing at a time, like it is too much information to process at once.

Raven is side smirking as she watches Spencer in return; the taller brunette being stunned by Raven's powers. Raven knows, Spencer also knows, that right now Raven has the upper hand - how the tables have turned.

Raven took full control over the situation as Spencer makes no effort to move, closing the gap between them, lazily running her fingers up Spencer's arms, finding a position for both of her arms as they wrapped loosely around Spencer's nape, her hips still swaying to the song, her body pushing forward as she does so against Spencer's. Raven's eyes never left Spencer's the whole time as she moved closer.

Spencer's breath hitched as Raven moved closer and wrapped her arms around. Finding it impossibly hard to work her lungs. Producing oxygen whilst in this position had become difficult.

Now if we're talking body,

You got a perfect one, so put it on me.

Raven's hands that were around wrapped Spencer's neck dropped down, to Spencer's disappointment but Raven wasn't finished just yet, her eyes are glowing too much with mischief to be finished yet. Twisting her body around so her back is pressed against Spencer's front, Raven reaches for Spencer's hands, placing them on top of her hips. Too stunned to do anything about it, Spencer doesn't move her hands once, just allowing Raven to do whatever she pleases.

Swear it won't take you long

If you love me right

With her hands firmly pressed against Raven's hips, to Raven's satisfaction, Raven lifts one of her arms to reach back up to Spencer's neck, fingers curled into Spencer's loose hair, body rocking against Spencer's front. Raven's other hand is laying over one of Spencer's hand, intertwining their fingers together. Spencer eyes are focused on the movement of Raven's body as it sways along with the music, the pressure of Raven's arse rocking against her jeans is sending her body into an override of lust.

She was only human, after all, right?

It must also be human nature to find the feeling of layers between them annoying, the fabric desperately needs to go, Spencer wants to know what this position would feel like if their clothing was thrown on a floor somewhere. Maybe not quite the public affection Raven was thinking of, more for her bedroom. Or, anywhere that didn't have an audience of people.

The lyrics that sang out aren't helping her case, at all.

We fuck for life, on and on and on.

Raven turns her head, leaning up just a little, smirking as she does so, to whisper into Spencer's ear. "Remind me who's shy again?" with the sultriness of Raven's voice leaving goosebumps in her wake, Raven leaves a gentle kiss just below Spencer's ear before dropping her arm from Spencer's neck and removing Spencer's hands from her waist, walking away from where Spencer stands , dumbly and turned on.

Raven turns her head ever so slightly, looking over her shoulder at the stunned brunette and sends her a wink before pulling Clarke away from the prying hands of the two random women and begins walking towards the bar.

Spencer runs her hand through her hair, her lungs now beginning to function correctly again to provide hard, deep breathes. Her eyes focused on the back of the smaller brunette, her hips still swaying as she walks away.

If she previously thought she was screwed, she's now confident enough to say she is truly fucked.