The hangover
Clarke opened an eye and looked at her watch.17.48. Great. She then took a look around and had to think for a second before realising she was still at Monty's. She sighed, feeling a familiar throbbing beneath her temples. She shouldn't have drunk so much vodka. Or tequila. She was pretty sure there'd also been some rum at some point of the night.
She yawned and was about to stretch her arms when she saw that girl...What was her name? Lexie? Lea? And several other people lying around on the sofas. The last thing she remembered was her awkward conversation with that girl, and honestly, she was embarrassed of her own ignorance. She got up and started searching for her coat while mumbling to herself
"So you can talk? Of course she can talk, Clarke. The deaf girl...You couldn't have said 'the girl from the subway', no." She rolled her eyes to herself and kept rambling for a while before she saw a hand handing her her coat
Bellamy half-smiled sleepily "You leaving?"
Clarke nodded and lowered her eyes "Umm...Bell. Where are your trousers?"
He laughed "I've got no idea. Do you need a ride home?"
Clarke hesitated for a second, a vague memory of the previous night came to her "Yeah, I think Raven went home last night..."
"Dude" Bellamy laughed "you never remember a thing when you drink"
"Says the guy without trousers."
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As soon as Clarke got home, she went to the bathroom, silently praying that they had some aspirins left. Bingo. She swallowed them and went back to the living room, deciding she wouldn't be playing her violin, at least in a couple of hours, and taking her Music History notes.
She'd barely read a whole page when she heard Raven's bedroom door opening, followed by quick footsteps. She turned around and saw a girl who'd been at the party the previous night.
"Umm...Hi?" The girl turned around, startled by Clarke's voice, and cleared her throat
"Hi."
They stared at each other awkwardly for a second before Raven came out of her bedroom
"Hey, why are you..." She looked at Clarke, rising an eyebrow and cockily smiling "uh, hi, Clarke."
Clarke heard a deep voice grunting something. Then, another person, this time a guy, entered their living room.
"Come on, O, why are you leaving like that? It's not like we didn't know each other"
Clarke's eyes flew wide open as she tried not to laugh at the whole situation.
"Lincoln, shut up" Raven sighed, clearly embarrassed by his presence
Octavia put her hair in a messy bun, trying to look presentable, and slapped her forehead "Shit." She hurriedly searched her pockets and took her phone out. She sighed when she saw there were no texts from Lexa. "I've got to pick up a friend from Monty's"
"Come on, Octavia..." Raven pouted, but nonetheless Octavia left in a rush. "AT LEAST GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER OR SOMETHING"
Lincoln softly laughed "Nice try. But don't expect to have anything with her. Just warning you" he started walking towards the door "Nice to meet you, by the way."
The moment he closed the door, Clarke giggled
"It looks like you had a fun night"
Raven jumped onto the couch "Did you?"
"Remember the deaf girl I told you about? The one I pushed in the subway?" Raven nodded "Well. She was there, we spoke, and I was even a bigger asshole" she told her the entire story, causing Raven to loudly laugh
"You really need to learn how to speak to people"
Clarke blushed and looked back to her notes "Shut up, I know."
"You did try to apologise, though." Raven shrugged "I mean, you were rude but tried to fix it"
"Did I?"
"You failed terribly. But you tried to" Raven laughed again. Clarke rolled her eyes. Raven would tease her her entire life for her social clumsiness, but she could also fire back
"So you slept with a guy? You really ought to like that Octavia girl, huh?"
"I have no feelings. I don't like people."
Clarke chuckled and shrugged
"What?"
"Someone's got a crush."
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The first thing Lexa saw when she opened her eyes was Octavia impatiently staring at her while holding her car keys.
*Shit.* She looked around groggily *What time is it?* She slowly got up, luckily she didn't have a headache
*Late* O started walking towards the door, her tank top allowed Lexa to see scratch marks on her back. Someone had had quite a fun night.
Once in the car, Octavia turned left, away from Lexa's apartment
"O, you're going the wrong way" they'd both come to the conclusion that they couldn't sign while Octavia drove after almost crashing a year ago. Octavia shook her head and smiled. She was up to something.