[ even though they hadn't exactly stated a specific time, bellamy's at grains grenadiers, perhaps on the dot, perhaps a little late. but he discovers that he may be early — or just on time. waiting outside, his phone remains in the pocket of his jeans, and he has no desire to text or call clarke to find her whereabouts. ]
[ he's dressed casual, appearing as he would any other day — dark blue shirt and jeans — but without the blood and grime that used to plague him a year ago at home. ]
[ it's strange to think he hasn't felt blood on his face for a good year. and so he doesn't give it much of his attention. he doesn't think on how he's become used to knowing where clarke is at almost any given time, able to pick up the phone and know no one else can break into their channel as they can with a radio. what he also doesn't give his attention to: the reason for clarke wanting a drink with him. ]
[ they're friends. this is, apparently, what people who aren't from space and dropped onto a post-apocalypse earth do. ]
[it's probably a few hours later since her text but once clarke gets dressed into clothing that is a bit more casual than her work clothes, she heads over to grains grenadiers. she realizes she never mentioned a time but she knows she will see him there either way.
this particular bar wasn't one she had been to much before but it's easy enough for her to find. her first thought is to just stand outside by the entrance to wait for bellamy or call him again but as it turns out, he was already waiting there. technically she isn't sure if this counts as being late if there was no time specified but she hopes she didn't keep him waiting too long either. she decides not to dwell on that too much as she calls out to him and starts to approach] Hey.
[ bellamy walks over to her, pulling his hands out from his pockets. he smiles, small yet warm all the same. it's on the tip of his tongue to tease her about being late, but he suspects she'd take it a little too seriously. considering there's hardly anything like this on the ground back home, let alone a real need to be on time for any meetings, not consulting a watch and determining a time feels normal for them. he may wear a watch, thick and dark, but he hardly consults it. ]
[clarke smiles easily when bellamy approaches her greets her in return. he was already there before her and though it shouldn't matter, there's a part of her that feels like she should have planned this better. she was the one who asked him to join her but she realizes it was normal for them and that it went unsaid between them much like how things were at home and that they just knew without either of them picking a time.] A little but it wasn't too bad— were you waiting long?
[ it's easy to joke these days. he smiles a little easier in her presence, too, and does so now. with a roll of his eyes, he shakes his head. ]
Not long. You're here. What does it matter? [ he shrugs his shoulders. he's never been punctual, after all. isn't it fair that clarke finally gets her revenge on him? he doesn't check in via radio in mount weather at the schedule time, leading her to worry. it's a little bit extreme of an example, but it's one bellamy has up his sleeve in case clarke thinks to worry herself into the pavement. ] Are we going to wait all night to go in?
[it's easy for clarke to tell that bellamy was joking from watching his expression as he rolls his eyes at his own words but at the same time it makes her ease up a little on her worrying.
she knows that bellamy is right and that it doesn't actually matter so she nods at that, smiling back momentarily] Yeah, okay— I guess it doesn't matter.
[she looks over towards the entrance of the bar before turning her glance back at bellamy] And we're not waiting all night— let's go in.
[ he does think to ask her what's been on his mind ever since her invitation to go drinking. why? why now? why go drinking now? bellamy knows it'd been a suggestion of his originally, standing outside of the dilapidated ark, wanting to lure her back inside to sit and rest. she'd turned him down then; if she'd asked him to drink with her when he'd first arrived in eudio, he knows his response would've been petulant. ]
[ he wonders why they've come to a bar to drink, but bellamy opts not to break what ease has since been established between them. it's not worth it. sometimes he understands which fights are worth sparking and which are best to let putter out. ]
[ bellamy smiles. tilting his head to the side, he doesn't accompany it with a sweep of his hand. ]
[for all the questions that bellamy has about her invitation, clarke is completely unaware of his thoughts on that but if he were to ask, she would definitely have an explanation ready for him which was simple as the fact that she owed him one.
clarke resists the urge to roll her eyes upon hearing her nickname but instead she just smiles back] Yeah, okay— then follow me. [she laughs slightly and eventually pulling open the door when they get close enough to step inside]
[ a long time ago, bellamy never would've been content with those words. it never would've been reassuring for him; he'd have puffed out his chest and tried his best to outdo her, to somehow get the better of her and show he didn't need to follow her, for she wasn't in charge. but now he takes comfort in it — he's spent his entire life leading a pack with mom in the lead, buckled down with the responsibility of another life, that to be able to share the weight with someone else has been a blessing in disguise as well as the usual curse. ]
[ he steps through the door instead of gesturing for her to move inside first. after all, if she wants to hold it out for him, he'll gladly destroy patriarchal ideas and let the woman pull out his seat if it's something she wants to do. instead of letting her guide them, though, he does — but after he waits for her to step beside him. with a hand hovering and pressing lightly against the small of her back, it's then he begins to lead them toward the bar. ]
[after opening the door for bellamy and letting him step inside first, she soon follows and falls in step alongside him. clarke looks around, taking in the atmosphere of the place which she vaguely remembers from the one time she went here on her own probably months ago.
it felt a bit different this time around coming with bellamy though. there were quite a lot of people but it was not as crowded or as loud as the others tended to be. she can feel sudden closeness between them from the movement of his hand against her back while bellamy leads them further inside towards the bar, she barely notices it really but at the same time she doesn't mind either. she just smiles, looking into thought as she makes her decision] The bar.
[ with her choice made, he guides them to the bar. ]
[ taking a seat, bellamy's hand falls from her back, and he gets comfortable on the stool. it's a little odd, being in a bar; there's a mirror behind the drinks, and a bartender he doesn't quite know. on the ark, he hadn't quite been allowed in the bar, mom always warning him against it. and it wasn't necessarily a welcoming place for someone from section 17. ]
[ resting his feet on the metal wrapped around his stool, his body faces forward, and he turns his head to look at her. ]
[being in a bar is a new thing for both of them really. techincally clarke wasn't much of a drinker, she never had much interest in it back on the ark and she had only indulged in it a couple times back home and a few times in times in eudio but this was a special occasion.
she takes a seat on the bar stool, leaning a bit against the counter and when he turns to face her, she just gives a slight nod] Yeah, I like them.
[ leaning forward, he drags a bowl of peanuts to sit right before her. with a sweep of his hand toward it, it's a silent invitation — and a tease in itself, with the way his lips curve upward — for her to dig right in. ]
[clarke smiles and just grabs a small handful of peanuts from the bowls while she looks over the drink menu even if she isn't technically about to order from it. she turns to look at bellamy when he asks her the question and she just shrugs]
Well usually I just ask the bartender to recommend something. I think I had one of the cocktail drinks when I last went to the bar. [clarke might not be much of a drinker but the thing about being in eudio is that there was a lot of variety and that includes the alcoholic beverages too. so instead of having a go to drink, she switches it up a bit to try something different in the couple times she has been]
[ bellamy looks at her with his brow raised. ] Anyone ever tell you you're kind of boring, Clarke?
[ for someone so controlling, she seems to let the reins slip from her hands quite frequently. he's the opposite; he keeps them tightly wound around his fingers until his circulation is almost cut off. bellamy likes to ensure he knows what he's bound to get, ordering from the menu or his own recommendations on what sounds decent and fitting for his mood. ]
[clarke is actually well aware of her actions and while she would normally be a bit more specific with her choices, it is entirely deliberate of her part to do the exact opposite. it's a habit she has forced on herself to loosen up a bit because it distances herself from the person she has had to become.
from her perspective, it makes things a bit more interesting but his words do get to her slightly because how is that even boring? she lets out a small laugh and idly just eats a couple of the peanuts that she has in her hand before she turns to glance over towards bellamy] Oh, yeah I'm sure I've heard that from someone before. You'd call that boring?
[clarke wasn't specially referring to him even though she's heard it from bellamy before since she's heard other people tell her that too too but this time, she can't help but roll her eyes at his words even though she walked right into that one] Oh come on— I think it makes things a bit more interesting.
I mean, otherwise you'd be ordering the exact same thing so isn't that more boring in comparison?
[ bellamy shakes his head. ] Not if you close your eyes and let your fingers do the walking.
[ as if to show her he lives on the wild side, he grabs a drink menu and rests it on the counter. he looks at her smugly, letting his hand hover over it before his finger ultimately lowers and presses itself against it. ]
[ but he doesn't read out what he's pressed his finger against — or show her how far off from where the text on the menu happens to be. it's all about living recklessly, after all. who knows what tomorrow will bring? ]
[clarke could already guess what he was intending to do from his words as he randomly pointed to one of the drink options without so much as looking at what he selected from the drink menu]
So your alternative is to go with something at random from the menu? [she looks slightly amused but she isn't against the idea either as she picks up a menu for herself so she could make her choice]
Yes, Clarke. [ he shakes his head when he looks at her, slightly amused, a little exasperated. goading clarke had been a hobby of his back on the ground when things were simpler; he doesn't see any reason why he shouldn't bring it back. ] You're in a city where you can get anything you want. And you're just going to stick with what you know? I thought you were more fun than that.
[the minute clarke asks him the question, she knew she asking the obvious given his response.] I know and I wasn't planning on just sticking with that.
[technically she knows he is right about how she should be more adventurous but his words about how he thought she was more fun do get to her slightly despite her best efforts] I can be more fun that that too, you know. [she opens up the menu she just picked up, flips it to the pages with the drink selections and copies his actions from earlier. she randomly points to one of the drink items on the menu without looking since her glance is focused on bellamy instead] See? I'll order whatever drink this is when the bartender comes over to ask what we want.
[ bellamy doesn't take his eyes off her, smile soft but remaining on his face. he doesn't even try to peer at the menu she's chosen to pick up and take his bait with. ]
We'll see. [ his lips curve even more, wanting to ensure that clarke becomes the badass he knows her to be. he picks a peanut from a bowl, popping it into his mouth. ] When was the last time you even had fun, Clarke?
[clarke roll her eyes at his words but it's clear she's taking in good humor as she smiles slightly when she responds] You know I'm pretty that game of soccer we played counts. [technically there were probably other examples she could try to give but since this was one example he was part of he can't exactly say she was making it up]
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yeah tonight. i'll meet you there.
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[ he's dressed casual, appearing as he would any other day — dark blue shirt and jeans — but without the blood and grime that used to plague him a year ago at home. ]
[ it's strange to think he hasn't felt blood on his face for a good year. and so he doesn't give it much of his attention. he doesn't think on how he's become used to knowing where clarke is at almost any given time, able to pick up the phone and know no one else can break into their channel as they can with a radio. what he also doesn't give his attention to: the reason for clarke wanting a drink with him. ]
[ they're friends. this is, apparently, what people who aren't from space and dropped onto a post-apocalypse earth do. ]
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this particular bar wasn't one she had been to much before but it's easy enough for her to find. her first thought is to just stand outside by the entrance to wait for bellamy or call him again but as it turns out, he was already waiting there. technically she isn't sure if this counts as being late if there was no time specified but she hopes she didn't keep him waiting too long either. she decides not to dwell on that too much as she calls out to him and starts to approach] Hey.
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[ bellamy walks over to her, pulling his hands out from his pockets. he smiles, small yet warm all the same. it's on the tip of his tongue to tease her about being late, but he suspects she'd take it a little too seriously. considering there's hardly anything like this on the ground back home, let alone a real need to be on time for any meetings, not consulting a watch and determining a time feels normal for them. he may wear a watch, thick and dark, but he hardly consults it. ]
Did you have to walk far to get here?
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[ it's easy to joke these days. he smiles a little easier in her presence, too, and does so now. with a roll of his eyes, he shakes his head. ]
Not long. You're here. What does it matter? [ he shrugs his shoulders. he's never been punctual, after all. isn't it fair that clarke finally gets her revenge on him? he doesn't check in via radio in mount weather at the schedule time, leading her to worry. it's a little bit extreme of an example, but it's one bellamy has up his sleeve in case clarke thinks to worry herself into the pavement. ] Are we going to wait all night to go in?
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she knows that bellamy is right and that it doesn't actually matter so she nods at that, smiling back momentarily] Yeah, okay— I guess it doesn't matter.
[she looks over towards the entrance of the bar before turning her glance back at bellamy] And we're not waiting all night— let's go in.
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[ he wonders why they've come to a bar to drink, but bellamy opts not to break what ease has since been established between them. it's not worth it. sometimes he understands which fights are worth sparking and which are best to let putter out. ]
[ bellamy smiles. tilting his head to the side, he doesn't accompany it with a sweep of his hand. ]
Princesses first.
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clarke resists the urge to roll her eyes upon hearing her nickname but instead she just smiles back] Yeah, okay— then follow me. [she laughs slightly and eventually pulling open the door when they get close enough to step inside]
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[ he steps through the door instead of gesturing for her to move inside first. after all, if she wants to hold it out for him, he'll gladly destroy patriarchal ideas and let the woman pull out his seat if it's something she wants to do. instead of letting her guide them, though, he does — but after he waits for her to step beside him. with a hand hovering and pressing lightly against the small of her back, it's then he begins to lead them toward the bar. ]
[ he leans in toward her. ] Bar or booth?
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it felt a bit different this time around coming with bellamy though. there were quite a lot of people but it was not as crowded or as loud as the others tended to be. she can feel sudden closeness between them from the movement of his hand against her back while bellamy leads them further inside towards the bar, she barely notices it really but at the same time she doesn't mind either. she just smiles, looking into thought as she makes her decision] The bar.
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[ taking a seat, bellamy's hand falls from her back, and he gets comfortable on the stool. it's a little odd, being in a bar; there's a mirror behind the drinks, and a bartender he doesn't quite know. on the ark, he hadn't quite been allowed in the bar, mom always warning him against it. and it wasn't necessarily a welcoming place for someone from section 17. ]
[ resting his feet on the metal wrapped around his stool, his body faces forward, and he turns his head to look at her. ]
Fan of peanuts?
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she takes a seat on the bar stool, leaning a bit against the counter and when he turns to face her, she just gives a slight nod] Yeah, I like them.
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What do you usually have?
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Well usually I just ask the bartender to recommend something. I think I had one of the cocktail drinks when I last went to the bar. [clarke might not be much of a drinker but the thing about being in eudio is that there was a lot of variety and that includes the alcoholic beverages too. so instead of having a go to drink, she switches it up a bit to try something different in the couple times she has been]
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[ for someone so controlling, she seems to let the reins slip from her hands quite frequently. he's the opposite; he keeps them tightly wound around his fingers until his circulation is almost cut off. bellamy likes to ensure he knows what he's bound to get, ordering from the menu or his own recommendations on what sounds decent and fitting for his mood. ]
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from her perspective, it makes things a bit more interesting but his words do get to her slightly because how is that even boring? she lets out a small laugh and idly just eats a couple of the peanuts that she has in her hand before she turns to glance over towards bellamy] Oh, yeah I'm sure I've heard that from someone before. You'd call that boring?
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[ watch how you phrase things, clarke. bellamy grabs some peanuts, lets them roll into the middle of his palm, and picks them from there. ]
It's still safe. Pick something for yourself instead of relying on someone else to guide you. Live a little, Clarke.
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I mean, otherwise you'd be ordering the exact same thing so isn't that more boring in comparison?
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[ as if to show her he lives on the wild side, he grabs a drink menu and rests it on the counter. he looks at her smugly, letting his hand hover over it before his finger ultimately lowers and presses itself against it. ]
[ but he doesn't read out what he's pressed his finger against — or show her how far off from where the text on the menu happens to be. it's all about living recklessly, after all. who knows what tomorrow will bring? ]
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So your alternative is to go with something at random from the menu? [she looks slightly amused but she isn't against the idea either as she picks up a menu for herself so she could make her choice]
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[technically she knows he is right about how she should be more adventurous but his words about how he thought she was more fun do get to her slightly despite her best efforts] I can be more fun that that too, you know. [she opens up the menu she just picked up, flips it to the pages with the drink selections and copies his actions from earlier. she randomly points to one of the drink items on the menu without looking since her glance is focused on bellamy instead] See? I'll order whatever drink this is when the bartender comes over to ask what we want.
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We'll see. [ his lips curve even more, wanting to ensure that clarke becomes the badass he knows her to be. he picks a peanut from a bowl, popping it into his mouth. ] When was the last time you even had fun, Clarke?
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