The day after from Clarke's pov
The pain is the first thing that hits you in the morning before your eyes even have a chance to open. You're going to kill Raven for feeding you shots all night, once you don't feel like death warmed under. Your mouth is dry and your body feels heavy and weighed down. You're hoping that Raven at least closed your curtains all the way for you, it's the least she can do after all.
Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel something nuzzling your neck and you realize that your body isn't heavy with your hangover, but weighed down by another body, a rather hairy body at that. You start to panic slightly with thoughts of who you may have accidentally taken home last night, however you don't have time to process because the body is moving again and is that drool?!
Instantly your eyes fly open to see who your disgusting bedfellow is. Your eyes open and then widen at the sight of the massive dog in bed with you. "Raven! Raven why is the dog from 7C in our apartment! Why is it in my bed!" You demand loudly at your roommate who is probably outside your door laughing at managing to somehow kidnap your neighbors dog and get it into bed with you.
You don't immediately get an answer so you continue despite the pain. "Raven I'm pretty sure they are both cops and will shoot you for kidnapping their dog!"
The dog in question startles at your volume and falls out of the bed and hits the floor with a loud thump. He covers his ears whimpering at you. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry are you okay?" You find yourself asking the dog in a lowered voice, for both his sake and yours.
The bedroom door flies open a moment later and the person standing in the door way is decidedly not Raven, but rather one of the owners of the dog that's currently sitting up on the floor beside you, wagging his tail excitedly. "Are you okay?" The beautiful brunette asks concern flooding her features looking between you and the dog.
You take a minute to look around and realize you aren't in your room. In hindsight it makes more sense than the girl from 7c being in your house and bringing her dog along. "How'd I get here? and where is the shirt I had on last night?"
"You broke in," Is the answer you receive from the now amused brunette. "Your shirt is currently in the dryer, it needed a thorough washing."
Your eyes widen in shock and your face flushes with embarrassment. "Oh god I didn't! I'm so sorry!"
"It's okay," the gorgeous brunette you've been crushing on says with a tiny smirk playing on her lips. "You got the breaking and entering part down, not so much the cat burglar part though." She teases from her spot leaning against the frame of the bedroom door.
You chuckle at her words despite your embarrassment. "I'll certainly work on that for next time then I suppose."
"Probably not the sort of thing to be telling an officer of the law."
"Even if said officer is out of uniform?" you aren't sure where your confidence is coming from, you may still be drunk, but you're rolling with it and she seems into you.
The brunette taps her chin in contemplation before shrugging her shoulders. "I guess not, anyway if you're hungry, I've made some breakfast." she offers.
"I could eat, although I make it a rule not to take food from strangers."
"I'm Lexa Woods and it's a pleasure to meet you Clarke," She sticks out her hand for you to shake and your slightly stunned by how she knows your name. "Your roommate, Raven, I believe her name was, came by to see if we'd seen you. I told her you were sleeping, so she left to get some sleep as well. Apparently she's spent half of last night looking for you."
"That bitch, I'm going to kill her." You groan, flopping back onto the bed.
"Again not the wisest thing to say to a cop, remember?" Lexa replies with a coy smile, "although I understand the sentiment."
You blush slightly at your outburst. Good job Griffin, where'd all your game go?. You think to yourself before looking back up to Lexa. "Sorry, it's just she's the whole reason I'm in this mess in the first place and she just abandons me."
"Well how bout you plot your revenge over some eggs and coffee?" Lexa offers with a timid smile.
You move off the bed and nod for her to lead the way.
As you make your way into the kitchen you notice the scene of your crime. The front door has a piece of cardboard duct taped to it where you'd broken the glass to get into the apartment. There's also a strong scent of bleach and a fruity cleaning product, which makes you a bit nauseous on your way past the couch.,Apparently drunk you reverts back to your past days of petty criminal activity.
"Well, well, if it isn't the criminal mastermind herself." The tall blonde sitting at the breakfast nook calls to you between a forkful of eggs.
Your face immediately flushes a shade of red. "Uh.. Yeah.. Um sorry about that. I can pay to have your door fixed."
"No need, already called our friend Lincoln, he'll be here soon to asses and fix the damage." The blonde responds.
You quirk a brow at the familiar name. "Lincoln, tall guy, more muscles than hair. Owns a Harley Davidson seventy-two and currently banging a hurricane of a girl named Octavia Blake?"
"That would be our Lincoln," Lexa answers.
"Hmm, small world. Raven, Octavia and I grew up together. She brought Lincoln to the shop a few weeks ago when the seventy-two was acting up." You supply.
"So, you're a grease monkey by day and an unsuccessful criminal by night?" The yet to introduce herself blonde states through a chuckle.
"Anya!" Lexa huffs to the other woman.
Anya raises her hands in surrender and shrugs. "What? I'm just saying she should maybe stick to her day job. Would have saved you the trouble of scrubbing puke off the hard wood and me from having to improvise a new door and of course there's the matter of having to arrest her on our day off."
Your face pales at the thought of being arrested. Lexa notices the change in your posture and moves to reassure you. "Pay her no mind Clarke, she's just messing with you. We aren't going to arrest you."
"This time anyway," Anya quips before leaving the table and heading back towards the bedrooms."your shirt is hung up with the rest of laundry when you're ready." She calls before disappearing into her room. Once she's left you let out a deep sigh of relief.
"Don't worry she likes you." Lexa says as she hands you a cup of coffee, which you accept gratefully.
"Really, how can you tell?"
"If she didn't you'd already be down at the station being booked. Of course I'm sure a date with your roommate may further ensure that doesn't happen."
You almost choke on your coffee at the thought of Anya and Raven going on a date. They'd probably kill each other. On second thought, it may be the best way to get revenge on your best friend.
"Uh oh, that smirk can mean nothing good." Lexa notes.
Your smile only grows wider. "I think them going on a date would be an excellent idea."
Lexa hands you a plate of bacon and eggs and you thank her before digging in. After a night like you just had you're extraordinarily ravenous and polish off your plate in record time. When you look up Lexa is only half way through her own breakfast and you flush embarrassed.
"Looks like someone was hungry, if you want more there's still some bacon in the pan." Lexa smiles at you then continues eating. You're tempted but decide to forgo the extra bacon.
"Believe me as much as I would love to I have a training session with Octavia in about a half hour and she'd smell the bacon on me and make me do more laps." You groan at the thought.
Lexa laughs besides you and you shoot her a playful glare. "I admire the commitment though after a night like you had, I'd be utterly useless."
"Well just know if you don't see me after today, it's Octavia Blake's fault." You joke.
"I'll keep that in mind." She says as she stands and takes the plates to rinse off and put in the dishwasher.
"Thank you for breakfast and well taking care of me last night." You stand and tell her once she turns to face you.
"Not a problem, just let me get your shirt and I'll walk you out," Lexa says before she walks back to where you assume the laundry room is. A minute later she comes back with your now clean shirt on a hanger. "There you go."
You're so captivated by her smile that it takes you a minute to respond and take the shirt from her. There's a small smile playing at her lips and you feel your cheeks heating. "Thanks again, Lexa."
"Anytime Clarke, but maybe next time without the destruction of property?" You shove her lightly and she laughs at your attempt.
"Hopefully, next time will include me, you and coffee on Sunday, so I can make it up to you?" You ask sheepishly, your hand flying to the back of your neck.
"I'd love that." Your heart soars and you have to remember to contain yourself from looking like a dork in front of Lexa.
"Yes, sure Sunday...um about 11am good?"
"Tomorrow 11, I'll be waiting with bated breath." She winks at you and you try not to blush more than you already are. You wonder where all your game has gone.
She opens the door for you and you walk through, keeping yourself composed as you cross the hall to your own apartment. You turn back and she's still standing there watching you, she waves as you push open your own door and enter closing the door behind you. You lean against it with a big smile on your face.
this is actually the last chapter I had written for this, but I think I'd like to see both dates. Also if you haven't yet, I totally recommend checking out my other one shot series called in the silent moments, this chronically Clarke's time on earth before the 100 land in the sky is falling. Currently working on the next chapter and will also be taking prompts for that story if there's something you'd like to see. As for the sky is falling good news both new chapters are almost ready for posting just need one or two more sessions with my beta to polish them and they'll be out.
