[ 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]
[clarke laughs slightly, shaking her head while playfully poking his shoulder] Of course I have— I know that wasn't recently but that is at least one example you'd know of. [there are definitely other examples she can probably give but indirectly she might also be admitting that she has fun with him too]
[ he crosses his arms against his chest, his expression turning cocky. it's almost like old bellamy, the armour he'd worn back when he'd first dropped to the ground. this time, though, there's no malice. the bellamy she knows lurks underneath with the friendly curve to his mouth. ]
[clarke just knows that expression and she just looks over towards him somewhat amused before before waving over to the bartender to come over to request their drinks] Does it matter? I'm pretty sure you'd call it boring. [she knows he would really because she has found that their definitions vary when they do spend time together but not in a bad way]
[ his brow arches as he smiles. ] So you haven't done anything fun since then. You just had to say so, Clarke. I won't judge you.
[ if bellamy is good at anything, it's pushing people's buttons. people-watching had been one of his favourite things to do on the ark, as it was one of the only things to do. it helped him learn the habits of those around him, which guardsman was on duty at what time and which one of them chose to linger by their door when they shouldn't have. ]
[ it's the same for clarke. except bellamy knows if he pokes her a little, she'll eventually give. she always does with him. ]
I never said I haven't. [clarke huffs slightly looking slightly indignant before she just rolls her eyes] Oh, come on— you would judge me either way. Just like how the way I order drinks is boring. [it's not something she is surprised in the least despite her protests]
Speaking of which— we should probably order our drinks already. [she picks up he menu again and with her finger still on the drink she randomly selected, she points it out and hands over the menu to the bartender after letting him know her choice] I'll take that one there.
[ he glances toward the bartender, lips still curved into an amused smile. ] Make it two.
[ then he looks at clarke, smile still in place. bellamy suspected back before the world had shown itself to be ugly that him looking at her with such an expression would've made her shift uncomfortably and grow insecure under his gaze. he suspects it now, if the reaction to be slightly more friendly. ]
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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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Tell me of one I don't know about.
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[ if bellamy is good at anything, it's pushing people's buttons. people-watching had been one of his favourite things to do on the ark, as it was one of the only things to do. it helped him learn the habits of those around him, which guardsman was on duty at what time and which one of them chose to linger by their door when they shouldn't have. ]
[ it's the same for clarke. except bellamy knows if he pokes her a little, she'll eventually give. she always does with him. ]
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Speaking of which— we should probably order our drinks already. [she picks up he menu again and with her finger still on the drink she randomly selected, she points it out and hands over the menu to the bartender after letting him know her choice] I'll take that one there.
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[ then he looks at clarke, smile still in place. bellamy suspected back before the world had shown itself to be ugly that him looking at her with such an expression would've made her shift uncomfortably and grow insecure under his gaze. he suspects it now, if the reaction to be slightly more friendly. ]
Try me, Clarke.
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