Drunk Phone Call
Lexa felt her phone vibrating before she was conscious enough to hear it ring, she was hoping it was just a text or an email and ignored it; unfortunately, however, it was a phone call since it continued making noise until it woke her completely. She glances at her alarm clock and has to wait for the bright red numbers to come into focus before reading it 2:07 am; she wasn't happy. Lexa had to wake up in three hours to start her day and her phone won't stop it's incessant ringing, she finally gives in and doesn't even bother checking the number before she answers it "Hello?" She asks in an annoyed tone and all she hears from the other end is a giggle and thunderous music in the background. "Is anyone there?" She asks finally glancing at the number only to see that it's not saved in her contacts. It's local so it could be important, but thats doubtful; everyone who needed her number had it.
A couple of moments pass before the person on the other end finally speaks, obviously incredibly drunk "Heyyyy, m'names Clarke. I got your number from a bathroom shtall at this club. Your voice is pretty."
Lexa was livid, this wasn't important and right as she was about to hang up on this person and block their number she heard a noise from the other side of the phone that concerned her "Look dude, I told you 'no' so you need so skedaddle sailor." The brunette was worried this girl was noticeably shitfaced and now some guy was hitting on her for what wasn't the first time that night, Lexa thought perhaps she should do something. "Why are you even in s'bathroom?"
She felt like she needed to do something, what was this girls name again? Oh yeah "Clarke? Hey listen to me, are you with any friends are anything?" There was a loud noise followed by a grunt "Clarke, are you there?"
Another moment of silence then some scrambling and finally "Hello? Sorry about that, had to hit a dude in th'balls and shove's ass outta the bathroom. Whats your name? Didn't catch it earlier." Lexa chuckled dryly, this girl could clearly take care of herself.
"My name is Lexa. Is anyone there with you that can take you home? Where are you?" She asked in an anxious tone.
"M'not sure, came with friends, lost'em a while ago. What was the other question?"
"Where are you? I'm coming to get you."
"Uhhhh...whats the name of this place again? Oh yeah Polaris!" Clarke responds excitedly, proud of herself for remembering where she is.
"I'm on my way. Stay where you are, I'll be there in 10 minutes. Stay on the phone with me so I know you're safe."
"M'kay." Lexa can practically hear the drunk smile from the other side of the phone as she walks down to her garage.
As she's crawling into her '67 Corvette she rethinks her decision and reasons that since she's going to be driving around a drunk girl then perhaps she shouldn't take her favorite car and instead chooses her commuting car a 2011 Mazda hatchback. "Ok, Clarke I'm leaving my house now, sit tight."
Lexa was right, 10 minutes later she pulled up to the curve and found an open parking spot right outside the club, she could feel the bass of the music vibrating her chest. "Clarke are you still there? I'm right outside." She had to yell and the other end of the line had been fairly silent other than a giggle here and there, recently though Lexa could only hear the girl's steady breathing (thankfully). Assuming the girl was still in the bathroom Lexa went into the club after the bouncer checked her ID, she had been here only a couple times before but had to ask the bartender where the bathroom was. As she entered the bathroom she saw a girl sitting on the ground in the far left corner at the end of the row of sinks with the phone still to her ear. "Are you Clarke?" she said into the phone then saw the blonde perk right up and attempt to get up almost falling multiple times but eventually getting vertical, Lexa laughed at the scene in front of her.
She had obviously been on the brink of sleep when Lexa walked in "M'Clarke, one sec I'm on the phone."
The brunette did her best to not laugh instead spoke into the phone while looking the blonde in her brilliant blue eyes "Yes, I'm aware, I'm the person at the other end. I'm going to take you home." A look of realization hit Clarke's face as she fumbled with her phone attempting to hang it up and stuff it her jacket pocket. "Ok, lets go, can you walk?" Lexa asked tentatively eying her restricting dress and 6 inch heels.
Clarke got a confident look in her eye "Pft, watch me." Lexa did just that as she watched Clarke almost fall on her face, luckily Lexa's reaction time was olympian worthy and caught Clarke before she smashed her face into the tile floor. Clarke burst into laughter and it occurred to Lexa that this girl was too far gone to walk so she lifted her bridal style before carrying her out of the club; Clarke was still giggling when Lexa placed her in the car where she almost passed out.
"Hey, wake up, where do you live?" Lexa urged, she just wanted to go back to sleep but the good person in her needed to make sure this girl got home safely. It was a lost cause, her passenger was out cold and the brunette knew she wasn't going to get any information out of her. "I guess the best course of action is to take you to my house..." Lexa reasons out loud as she puts the car in first gear.
They make it home and Lexa carries the sleeping girl upstairs with ease then brought her to the spare bedroom, she knew Clarke would be uncomfortable in her dress but didn't know her well enough to take it off so she shrugged and took off the girls heels and jacket before tucking her into bed, bringing her a glass of water, some aspirin, and a small trashcan to throw up in then writing her a quick note explaining where she was and how she got there; she also plugged the girls phone in since it was almost dead. By the time Lexa got back in bed and looked at her alarm clock it read 2:57 am and she groaned loudly at the thought of waking up in two hours for her workout. Maybe I'll skip it she thought, she hadn't missed one in years plus she was exhausted from the previous week and tonight, not to mention it was Saturday, screw it, I'm sleeping in.
Clarke woke up and the throbbing in her skull was instantaneous along with the metallic taste in her mouth after a night out that she had grown accustomed to lately, she rolled from her side onto her stomach grasping desperately at the last few straws of sleep before realizing that was a bad idea. The nausea set in and she bolted upright in bed about to run to the bathroom before realizing she has no idea where she was, Clarke looked around hastily trying to find a receptacle to throw up in because that was the most pressing issue. She looked to her right and on the nightstand where there were a few items, nothing to help her though, beside the bedside table was a trashcan which Clarke was thankful to find as she was on the brink of retching.
After she threw up she felt much better and reviewed the contents next to her again, there she found some aspirin, a glass of water, her phone which had been plugged in where she checked the time 8:16 am, and a note which read:
Good Morning Clarke,
You called me last night from Polaris saying that you got my phone number from a bathroom stall. I went and picked you up but when I tried to find out where you lived you were already passed out. I brought you back to my home, the bathroom is across the hall from the room you're staying in. I hope you slept well, please join me whenever you feel ready. It would be nice to meet you sober.
-Lexa
Clarke smiled at the note and went to check her phone, after glancing at the notifications she sighed and figured it would take longer than she had considering how badly she had to use the bathroom. After getting out of bed and realizing that she was still in the dress she wore to the club last night she stretched as best she could before tip toeing over to the bathroom but remembered the puke bucket and decided to take that with her to clean out as best she could. When she was finished in there she made her way back to the bedroom and checked her phone; she had 11 texts and 9 phone calls from Octavia, and 4 texts from Raven.
1:24 am O-Beast: sweetie um gonw head home i think you left with that cute dirtly blonde alredy lol
2:03 am Rae-Bae: GETTT SOMMMMMMMME!!!!!!
7:09 am O-Beast: Hey, Princess where are you?
7:21 am O-Beast: Seriously babe, I need to know where you are.
7:29 am O-Beast: Text me as soon as you get these, I'm worried.
7:32 am O-Beast: clarke?
7:41 am O-Beast: Clarke? I don't care if you're hungover, you will text me back right now!
7:48 am O-Beast: Clarke!!!
7:53 am O-Beast: I hope you had some mind-blowing sex last night, and I hope it was worth it.
7:58 am O-Beast: I'm just going to keep texting and calling you hoping you eventually hear or feel your phone
8:03 am O-Beast: I would really like to go back to sleep but you're worrying me too much.
8:07 am O-Beast: If I don't hear from you by noon I'm calling the police
8:11 am O-Beast: Just call me when you can, I'm sure you're alive, love you.
8:11 am Rae-Bae: lol you totes got laid
8:12 am Rae-Bae: also you're in trouble with O
8:14 am Rae-Bae: id be scared if i was you, also i hope the sex was good ;)
Clarke just rolled her eyes at her friends antics, she made a group chat and send a quick message.
8:21 am Sky Princess: hungover. strange home. unfamiliar, safe though. will let u guys know if i need help.
Clarke was about to crawl back into bed after that and was taking off her dress when she spotted a pair of shorts and a loose fitting tank top that she hadn't seen before on the chair near the window. She went to change into them and there was another note on the table next to the clothes:
Clarke,
I heard you wake up, I brought you these clothes to change into. If you would like to join me I have coffee made, feel free to sleep some more if you need to though. The kitchen is out your door to the right, you can't miss it, if you've hit the wall then you've gone too far and you might still be drunk.
-Lexa
The blonde smiled at the note as she pulled on shorts, coffee did sound enticing but the bed sounded even better. Eventually coffee won out but only because Clarke wanted to know what her savior looked like, the last thing she remembered last night was some guy hitting on her at the bar and she made some excuse to go to the bathroom. Hopefully this Lexa character could fill in her blanks.
As she exited the bedroom she spent the night morning in she turned right per Lexa's directions. The place she was staying in was an incredible looking apartment, the owner was obviously well off. The room she stayed in was one of 4 rooms in that hallway, after the hallway to the right was a vast space that held the living room, dining room, kitchen and what looked like another spacious bathroom. The most attractive feature of the apartment though, was the brunette seated on the large couch curled up in a blanket with a book and her glasses sliding down her nose. Clarke assumed this was the Lexa that had taken care of her, she had gorgeous chestnut hair that was pulled into a sloppy bun on the top of her head, a jawline that could cut diamonds, and when she looked up finally realizing Clarke's presence she could see piercing green eyes that made her knees weak.
"Oh, hello" Lexa said throwing Clarke a dazzling smile that almost made her choke on her own saliva. Maybe I am still drunk Clarke thought, because there was no reason for her to be acting like this, she'd seen beautiful girls before. "There's coffee in the kitchen if you'd like some, also you can shower or I can just bring you home. It's up to you." The brunette finished before standing up and gracefully making her way to the kitchen to pull out a mug for the blonde. Clarke recovered from her strange reaction to the girl before walking into the kitchen to get some much needed caffeine.
"Um, hi. You must be Lexa, it's nice to finally meet you." The blonde said as she went to shake the girls hand which was the softest thing Clarke had ever felt. "I'm sorry about last night, but could you perhaps fill me in on the details? The last thing I remember is some random guy hitting on me and then going to the bathroom" Clarke asked wearily.
Lexa chuckled at that as she pulled out some bread and placed it in the toaster, the chuckle almost made Clarke's knees weak again, it was truly a beautiful sound I'm definitely still drunk. Come on, Clarke, pull yourself together. "Well, if I had to guess, I'd say that was right before you blacked out." Lexa told her the story about what happened last night and Clarke grew a shade of red darker with each sentence, the brunette was kind enough to make her breakfast though. Clarke caught most of the story but she kept getting distracted by Lexa's lips "So I wrote that note then went back to bed. I would have taken your dress off but I don't know you well enough for that." Lexa finished.
"Well, I can't thank you enough. I'm going to hop in the shower because I feel gross and then I'll call my friend to come get me." Clarke said as she stood from the couch.
"Nonsense, I'll drive you home, I have to go to the store anyway. You shower and let me know when you're ready to leave."
"Uh, o-ok, thank you." Clarke said shaking her head, she had no idea why this stranger was being so nice to her but she knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. She went back to the bedroom to get her dress before heading off to shower. Maybe that'll sober me up, she's just a pretty girl. Why is she affecting me like this? Clarke thought to herself, she had to think of a way to thank this girl for taking care of her, but how?