A/N: JUST ONE MORE. Next chapter is THE chapter. The chapter where Clarke and Lexa get married. It will be updated next Wednesday. And then the next fanfic (yes, there is a 3rd!) will begin next Sunday!

Clarke

"Are you ready, Griffin?"

Raven smirked, twirling the bottle of vodka in her hand.

"Last few days as an unmarried lady!" she cheered.

Raven, Harper, and Emori decided to go club hopping, their goal to get me completely hammered by the end of the night.

"I'm ready for bed," I joked, backing away as Raven tried to smack me.

"I hate you, Griffin. Although, you don't be Griffin for much longer! Clarke Woods!"

I chuckled, shaking my head. Raven was already buzzed. The only one who wasn't was Harper, who didn't drink much and was also designated driver. Designated driver for a club-hopping bachelorette party. Raven handed me a new drink and I internally groaned and I tilted my head back, drinking the liquid. I'd much rather be spending the night in my bed with Lexa, but Raven and Octavia decided that we had to have a night, separate from each other, to enjoy freedom before we tied the knot in three days.

I whipped out my pone when Raven wasn't looking.

Clarke: Raven's trying to get me drunk!

It took a few minutes before I got a response. I thought O had swiped her phone, but apparently she hadn't.

Lexa: Same. O is pulling out the hard stuff.

Clarke: We're club hopping

Lexa: There's strippers here. O wants to go full out…

Clarke: STRIPPERS?!

Lexa: Pole dancing, lap dancing, O said I need the full effect before I become a married woman.

Clarke: Well damn!

I chuckled. Of course Octavia would bring in strippers to try to get Lexa wound up. But Lexa wasn't a drinker, at all. She didn't even like caffeine. And strippers isn't really her thing either. I wished that I could have seen Lexa's face when she saw Octavia's plan.

Clarke: Raven's giving me vodka. Kinda feeling…funky

Lexa: I haven't had a single drink yet. O is pissed. Says I'm fucking stubborn

Clarke: You kinda are

I hid my phone as Raven came back with yet another drink.

"Fell up for beer pong?"

I nodded. "Give me a few minutes."

"Okay, but hurry the hell up!" with that, she danced away towards a table where Emori a girl I didn't recognize were filling red cups and situating them in the beer pong triangle.

Clarke: No defending yourself?

A few minutes went by.

Clarke: Lexa?

"Clarke, get your ass over here!" I groaned loudly but got up, stiff legs carrying me over to the girls. Raven decided to split us into two teams. Emori and I against her and the blonde girl who was helping set up.

"Let's do this!"

Raven was trashed so she was a terrible aim, but the blonde made up for it. She threw a ball, making it in our cups perfectly. I groaned as I removed the ping pong ball, tipping my head back as I swallowed the beer, then replacing the cup, upside down. It wasn't the traditional rule, but that's what we were doing. Emori and I were both sober enough to make almost every shoot.

We won by two cups, though the blonde put up a good fight. She bid us farewell and turned to leave.

"Wait! Blondie! What's your name?"

She turned around with an arrogant smirk and looked me right in the eye. "Costia."

…

Lexa

Octavia, Roan, and Anya were determined to make my life hell. Roan insisted on going out with us, not caring that t was a bachelorette party. He didn't care. Not only was Octavia desperately trying to get me to drink, she had strippers come because she wanted me to live a little before I tied to knot with Clarke.

"Seriously, guys?" I frowned.

Octavia folded her arms over her chest. "Fuck, yes! This is your last time to get out as a free woman! Take it from me: being married is awesome, but this is forever and it binds you to that person. No more admiring other babes, no more strippers, no more trying out people."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Roan asked.

"Yes, what does that mean?"

"It means that once you're married, you're Clarke's. One hundred perfect. No more window shopping."

"Window—I don't want to know."

Anya laughed, dragging me to the bar. "The sky girl may confuse the hell out of me, but I agree with her. Enjoy your last taste of freedom. You'll still be the same with Clarke, but like your friend said, she'll be yours."

"Ugh!"

My phone dinged and I made sure nobody else heard it. "I'm heading to the bathroom."

Clarke: Raven's trying to get me drunk

I laughed. Of course she was.

Lexa: Same. O is pulling out the hard stuff.

I shuddered at the thought of the alcohol waiting for me when I returned.

Clarke: We're club hopping

Lexa: There's strippers here. O wants to go full out…

Clarke: STRIPPERS?!

I thought of the sight I was greeted by when we entered the club twenty minutes ago. I tried to book it, but Anya and Octavia wouldn't let me bail on my own bachelorette party.

Lexa: Pole dancing, lap dancing, O said I need the full effect before I become a married woman.

Clarke: Well damn!

I laughed. I could picture a red-faced Clarke, getting jealous of the fact that, whether I enjoyed it or not, other people trying to impress me with their bodies and dances.

Clarke: Raven's giving me vodka. Kinda feeling…funky

Lexa: I haven't had a single drink yet. O is pissed. Says I'm fucking stubborn

Clarke: You kinda are

I huffed, knowing all true that she was right but also knowing she was joking. I went to type a response, but suddenly my phone was plucked from my hand. "What?"

"Going to the bathroom my ass. Get out here," Octavia groaned, dragging me out to where Anya waiting. She waved my phone. "She was texting Clarke."

"Give it back."

She shook her head stubbornly.

"Give it back, or so help me I will leave right now, even if I have to fight you to get out of here and considering I'm the only one completely sober, I could take all three of you at once."

Sighing, Octavia handed the phone to me. "No using it unless it's a life or death emergency. Got it?"

"Fine."

"Good!" she rubbed her hands together. "Now that that's settled, let's get down to business! Come on, Sexy Lexi, we have some strippers to go see."

I rolled my eyes but let her drag me over to the stage where the dancers were performing. I felt like it was going to be a long night and I almost wanted to get wasted so it'd be bearable, but I wasn't going to give in that easily.

A few hours into the party, I decided to check my phone and saw I had three messages from Clarke.

Clarke: No defending yourself?

A few minutes later.

Clarke: Lexa?

A half hour ago.

Clarke: Costia's here. She's been…oddly friendly? She said she wishes us the best and gave me her number to give you…I'm really fucking drunk so idk if I'm even making sense. Raven finally got me to cave and let me say: this is so much more fucking fun when drunk!

"Well, fuck."

Anya looked at me. "What's with you?"

I handed her my phone and she choked on her drink. "Fucking weird. But you should listen to your babe." She was shaking her head.

I eyed the glass in her hand and took a deep breath. If Clarke was running around having a good time, then I should, too.

"Fine. Give me some of that shit."

For the first time in my life, I was absolutely, without a doubt as drunk as could be. And Clarke was right. I had the most fun in my life.

Though odds are, neither of us would remember what happened tonight when tomorrow came.