Friends in Low Places
Clarke wasn’t exactly sure why she had agreed to go out for her birthday, or how she somehow ended up being ditched by her friends in the last bar of the night. Perhaps she had missed them leaving, or maybe they were just too drunk to remember her, either way she was alone and working on getting plastered.
“Can I get your strongest drink?” She asked the bartender, admiring the woman’s body for a moment, before mentally shaking herself straight. She had no right to objectify the brunette, even with the amount of alcohol in her system.
“Are you sure about that? You don’t exactly look like you need something strong.” The bartender replied and Clarke got a look at her nametag, among other things. Lexa.
“It’s been a shit day.” Was the only response Clarke’s pickled brain could produce before someone sat next to her, draping and arm around her shoulders.
“Get the lady whatever she asked for, on me.” The man spoke, making Clarke smile slightly, looking up at him for a moment. “I’m Murphy by the way.” He murmured to the blonde, a smirk on his lips.
Clarke and Murphy spoke for a short while, before the blonde excused herself to the restroom. Murphy watched her with gleaming eyes until she disappeared behind the door, grabbing her newly refilled drink, pouring a small baggy of white powder into it.
He waited until it was dissolved before putting it back on the bar, anticipating the next stage of his plan to go accordingly. What he wasn’t expecting was the drink to be thrown in his face, the woman behind the bar gripping the glass tightly.
“Get the hell out of my bar before I call the cops on your ass.” Lexa growled, her dark eyes trained on Murphy’s face.
He glared at her for a moment before sliding off of the barstool, pushing his way through the small crowd and out the door. Lexa stared after him, rage twinkling in her topaz gaze. She shook her head and remade the blonde’s drink, placing it on the bar before going back to work.
Clarke returned shortly after, her brow furrowing with confusion at the lack of Murphy on the stool next to her. She frowned slightly and shrugged her shoulders, taking a sip of her drink, eyes finding the bartender for what seemed like the millionth time that night.
“Hey, Lexa?” She called, somewhere in the back of her head a voice was telling her this was a dumb idea. “Would you like to go out sometime?”
Lexa froze in the middle of her drink making, her head turning toward the blonde, whose name she didn’t even know. “Excuse me?”
Clarke blinked a few times and cleared her throat before repeating her question, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Lexa started at her for a moment, serving the drink she had been working on before walking over to the girl.
“I don’t know, tell me your name and I might consider it.” Lexa smirked, leaning her elbows on the bar to get closer to the blonde.
“It’s Clarke.”