AN: tumblr prompt I am so late to fill in, sorry!
"I'm going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else."
"We have- Mom, it's not what it looks like- we... we have swimsuits on," Clarke stammers trying to get out the foam filled pool and slipping on the edge, splashing back in beside her friends, all nodding and mumbling apologies with red cheeks and bright eyes looking everywhere but at her.
Abby sighs. The whole backyard is a mess of soft pink coloured foam dancing like snow carried by the night breeze, or trailing around, peeking through the grass and the flat stones path. Everywhere she looks there are beer bottles and cans, plastic plates and glasses scattered on the lawn and her poor rose bushes... Abby grits her teeth, looking like a crack of doom angel with the backlight from the kitchen, and Raven turns the music down a notch but still smirks in her glass at Monty collecting foam in front of him just in case.
They were up to no good, after all...
Abby clucks her tongue, skimming her eyes on half a dozen guilty looking kids in her pool, to stop on her daughter again, finally in front of her and dripping pink foamy water all over the porch. Somehow even her hair looks a little pink and Abby can't help furrowing her brow at the horror that the next laundry will be.
"I was out for one day and-"
"You were supposed to be gone the whole weekend! What happened?"
"Don't try to change subjects, Clarke," she admonishes, reviewing in her head what kind of punishment would take her out of the embarrassment of explaining in front of her daughter's friends why she's not on a cruise as planned.
Mostly, she's discarding idea after idea, knowing too well Clarke is not the first teenager in the family to have thrown a party in her parent's absence. After all, ruining their spring break sending the kids home seems unnecessarily harsh.
She's already announcing she'll retreat upstairs and requesting to keep the music low when she's interrupted by the doorbell. At half past midnight it can only mean trouble, and every head turns to the front door with round eyes.
Abby sighs, again. "Let me handle this."
"No!" Clarke grabs her wrist but her hands are wet and slippery and Abby is already scampering down the hall, "Mom, wait!" opening the door to a uniformed man.
"Good evening, madam," says the stern looking officer quite curtly, "We got a call for disturbance of the peace in the neighborhood."
How to counter with that when everyone can hear a dubstep mix of Moves Like Jagger all the way from her lit backyard. She lets herself squirm partially hidden behind the door, but before she can answer Clarke is beside her (dripping on the carpet as well, she can't help noticing) and judging by the commotion behind her back her friends are out of the pool and running down the hall on their wake, splashing pink water on her parquet.
"It's all under control now," is all she manages to say before Monroe is gently pushing her aside to open the door wide and Harper is grabbing the policeman by the belt, hollering for Nathan.
"He's here!" the girls announce.
"What? Wait!" The man does look surprised when the girls pull him inside and his hands shot to the belt that wet slippery fingers are already stripping off of him as they drag him across the hall to the kitchen and the pool in the backyard.
Clarke is in front of her before she can follow: "Mom, I can explain, we were supposed to go to the club for Nathan's stag party but they wouldn't let us all in because... because they caught Monty and Monroe's fake IDs, and Raven had that foam machine prototype to test anyway, you were supposed to be away and I would have cleaned up everything, I swear, everything before you were back! The stripper was Harper and Monroe's idea, they arranged it, I-"
"Hold on a second, is that a stripper in my backyard?"
"I- well, there were supposed to be two actually..."
Abby frowns, speechless, mirroring her daughter expression for very different reasons.
"Someone called for the police?" says a husky voice behind them just then.
Leaning on the still open door frame is a sun kissed skin uniformed young man, shifting mirror sunglasses down his freckled nose to wink at them when they turn around wide eyed. Behind him, a young girl with dark hair in complicated braids and steely green eyes pops a chewing gum, swinging handcuffs around her finger.
"Oh my God..."
Both Griffin women hurry to the backyard to find a half naked cop flailing in pink foam, deflecting prying hands and joking along with the other kids pushing him around.
"Oh my God," repeats Clarke with a soft giggle for the uncharacteristic scene.
When he finally reemerges, the poor guy is down to his drenched underwear and socks, his discarded blues floating in pink foam at the edge of the pool.
"I'm so sorry," offers Abby handing him a clean bath towel and eyeing the two other uniforms that followed the commotion suit to the pool, in an attempt to avoid looking at the flimsy material of wet underwear sticking to skin.
"Looks like this party's already started," comments the female fake cop with a wolfish grin.
Her partner shrugs. "Let's jump in, Lexa! Who's the party guy?"
Clarke is already diving in foam again, shoving Miller in the middle of the circle of people as her mother picks up what's left of the only real police officer's soaked belongings from the grass. "I am so sorry," she repeats shaking the water off one of his shoes and inviting everyone to a chorus of not very heartfelt sounding apologies.
Unexpectedly, he smiles back, securing the towel around his middle. "I wish it was the first time I'm mistaken for a stripper, especially this time of year," he chuckles "But to be pulled into a foam pool is a first."
She bites her lip, cringing. "I'm-"
"Sorry, I know," he interrupts her more business like, "Mrs?"
Rivulets of pinky water drop from his dark hair and trail down his chest. A riveting sight... At least till he combs his fingers through his curls to squeeze it all out and she notices his frown. "Griffin," she manages.
"I'm Officer Kane," he says, "I hope this color will wash away, I've never seen a foam machine quite like that," he comments pointing to Raven's assembled, unauthorized and unapproved device on the side of the pool.
Abby blushes. There are underage teens drinking alcoholics in a pool filled with homemade pink foam, two strippers and a naked cop in her backyard. How did she stoop so low? She thinks he can probably see the gears in her head spin faster as she tries to come up with a plan that won't end up with her paying a ridiculously expensive fine or some other responsible adult bailing them all out of jail.
"We can talk inside," he suggests instead, "you don't wanna be a witness to that."
"No," agrees Abby with a last look at her daughter's now pink hair as she's lifted up above the stripper's head and dropped back into the water in a chorus of whistles and laughters, "I don't think I want."
He smiles back at her sympathetically and follows her to the kitchen.
Abby has a very solid explanation about how things escalated from there, later, when Clarke wanders back into the house at dawn for a glass of water. A very solid one... as solid as Marcus Kane's body pressed against hers, or his hand cupping her bottom inside her jeans, or his...
"Mom?"
But she is too distracted and surprised, and puzzled by the turn of events to voice any of it, so she just stares back at Clarke, gaping.
Her daughter squints at them, tangled in each other and flushed with lust and... pudency.
"I know what it looks like, Clarke, but-"
Despite the fact she's still fully clothed and Officer Kane is back into his now washed and pressed uniform, she must admit Clarke has a point in echoing her earlier words with a hint of sarcasm:
"I'm going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else."
AN: thanks for reading! There's another prompt in line but it sort of escalated from oneshot to full on background story to develop, it might get lenghty... and it might take a little while longer
Nevertheless, it's still more fun than frustration to think about my OTP prompts, so if you have any ask away on my tumblr: akachankami