[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. ]
[clarke arches her brow slightly when he opts to just get the same drink as her instead of the one he randomly pointed to from his own menu] You're going with the same drink as me?
[she looks a little amused but she just shakes her head before letting out a sigh after the bartender soon leaves to prepare their drinks. maybe being called boring was making her feel slightly self conscious but she figured she might as well push past the topic] If you must know I went with a friend of mine to the arcade a few days ago.
[ if it really does bother her he's ordered the same as her, it'll only give him more incentive to do just that. bellamy blake may be good at strategising at times, fantastic at inspirational speeches to rally the troops, and a good, if intense, big brother, but he's also a great teaser. he can be a good friend when given the chance. ]
[ he looks at her, brow slightly arched. ] Did you stand on the sidelines while your friend was having fun?
[clarke just shrugs at his words, it didn't bother her that he was ordering the same drink she was but it was more like she thought he was going with the one he randomly selected from his own menu] I didn't say there was anything wrong with it— I guess I was just surprised.
[she doesn't know what exactly she ended up ordering but hopefully it was something good at least. hearing his question that follows, clarke just shakes her head] Of course I didn't— I joined in and played some of the games too. [there were a few two player games and with the single player ones they just took turns and just competed with who got the highest score]
[ she's making it so easy to make his own assumptions about her playing prowess. he taps his fingers against the bar, lifting his gaze when the drinks arrive. he doesn't touch his immediately; he knows what it tastes like and though it's not in his usual wheelhouse, bellamy likes his alcohol when he treats himself to it. ]
[clarke doesn't touch her drink yet either when it arrives but mostly because bellamy's assumption distracts her. technically she knows she probably walked right into that one since she wasn't exactly specific either] No— okay so I only lost once but I did win the other games I played.
[ with a smile, bellamy shakes his head, fully embracing that he's purposefully being a pain in the ass. a part of him wonders why she's being so stingy with details. does she really not want him to know anything about what she does with other people? bellamy doesn't know how proper friends behave around one another when there's no war, but he has a feeling they share things. ]
[ the one thing he's trying to be better at, while also failing miserably. ]
[sometimes when clarke talks about her other friends, the fact she leaves out details isn't exactly intentional or something she realizes most of the time but she's trying. technically it is something she has talked more about with bellamy than anyone else but that might have to do with the fact she has found herself spending more time with him than most people these days.
she isn't exactly surprised when he doesn't take her word for it. she just looks more amused than annoyed by his words and shrugs her shoulders] Well in that case, I'll just have to show you if you want to go to the arcade with me next time.
[ that may technically belong to carnivals, but bellamy's been inside an arcade a few times. he finds them to be too loud. after the first time, and being taken back to how it'd been on the ground with the grounders attacking and bullets flying, he'd had to take a few certain measures to ensure he never went back to that place when he was inside. sometimes good company can be the best distraction. ]
[the arcade was something that clarke had never been to prior to going with her friend and while it did take some getting used to, the variety of games intrigued her much like it did when she was younger though it does bring out her competitive nature.
clarke smiles back because she is glad that he wants to come with her but at the same time and she can't help but laugh slightly at his comment before finally taking hold of her drink and jokingly responding back] If you actually wanted one I probably could.
[ bellamy takes a drink and doesn't so much as choke when she takes the bait. it's something he'd picked up on early during their interactions: clarke griffin was easy to rile up if you poked the right soft bits of her. there was a need to prove herself to be right and another person wrong, and an intense desire to always win. ]
[ he recognised that immediately. he considers himself to be the same. ]
Probably? Doesn't inspire a lot of confidence, Clarke.
[clarke predictably huffs in response because of course he picks at her wording and turns it around on her. she isn't the least bit surprised by that and with a shrug of her shoulder trying to appear as casual about this as she can] Fine, I'll make a correction to that— I definitely could if you did want one.
Just be prepared to have your ass handed to you, Princess.
[ he reaches for his drink, downing a good portion of it. what he doesn't say is that it's nice to have clarke not only take the bait, but also invite him out. spending time with her isn't as bad as he'd originally believed it to be during those first few days of setting foot on the ground. if anything, she's a lot more fun than he'd ever originally assumed. ]
[ not that he's ever going to tell her that. ]
[ letting his fingers remain curled around it, he looks over to her. cockily, ] I'll win you a stuffed bear.
[despite the challenge his words present, she can't help but smile back as she finally starts to take a sip from her drink she ordered for herself] Yeah, yeah— we'll see.
You can still win one for me too in return, I wouldn't object to that. [she was joking but her words do still have the confidence that indicate she would win]
[ he smiles, tipping back his drink. it's almost empty when he places that glass back onto the counter, forgoing the supplied coaster. he looks at her pointedly, amusement palpable within the brightness of his expression. it's not the alcohol that has him feeling a little more good-humoured than normal, but the company. ]
Someone who gives you stuffed animals all the time? First an elephant, now a bear. You're starting to get real greedy, Princess.
[hearing his words, clarke just gives him an amused look in return as she takes a few more sips of her drink] Oh come on— of course not!
[technically she had total of two stuffed animals from him which included an elephant and a dog but she wasn't about to correct him on that when it only added to his point] One stuffed elephant doesn't exactly qualify for your definition of all the time, you know. [she laughs slightly and shrugs her shoulders in response] Besides, I'm winning one for you, right? So I was just giving you the chance to do the same in return.
So you can have two stuffed animals I've already won for you, while I have one.
[ would bellamy really let anyone win him a stuffed animal? that's the question everyone should be asking themselves, truthfully. bellamy blake doesn't like to accept anything from anyone, from pity to help to even gifts. ]
[ but he still says it all in jest. he continues to smile, shaking his head in mock disbelief. ] You see how this is disproportionate, right?
[clarke doesn't seriously think that he would have let her win him a stuffed animal with his comment to win her one but she just goes along with it. she drinks the rest of what was in her glass before setting it down on the counter and she just smiles back, finding herself laughing again] Yeah, okay— I see what you're saying.
I'll win you two stuffed animals and then we're even.
[ bellamy's brows raise before he downs the rest of his drink, placing the glass back onto the counter. he motions for the bartender to come back, flipping the menu over so it's upside down to him. he points to a drink, motions for two, and then looks at clarke again. ]
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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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[she looks a little amused but she just shakes her head before letting out a sigh after the bartender soon leaves to prepare their drinks. maybe being called boring was making her feel slightly self conscious but she figured she might as well push past the topic] If you must know I went with a friend of mine to the arcade a few days ago.
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[ if it really does bother her he's ordered the same as her, it'll only give him more incentive to do just that. bellamy blake may be good at strategising at times, fantastic at inspirational speeches to rally the troops, and a good, if intense, big brother, but he's also a great teaser. he can be a good friend when given the chance. ]
[ he looks at her, brow slightly arched. ] Did you stand on the sidelines while your friend was having fun?
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[she doesn't know what exactly she ended up ordering but hopefully it was something good at least. hearing his question that follows, clarke just shakes her head] Of course I didn't— I joined in and played some of the games too. [there were a few two player games and with the single player ones they just took turns and just competed with who got the highest score]
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[ she's making it so easy to make his own assumptions about her playing prowess. he taps his fingers against the bar, lifting his gaze when the drinks arrive. he doesn't touch his immediately; he knows what it tastes like and though it's not in his usual wheelhouse, bellamy likes his alcohol when he treats himself to it. ]
You lost the few games you played.
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I'm not going to take your word for it, Clarke.
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she isn't exactly surprised when he doesn't take her word for it. she just looks more amused than annoyed by his words and shrugs her shoulders] Well in that case, I'll just have to show you if you want to go to the arcade with me next time.
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If you'll win me a stuffed bear.
[ that may technically belong to carnivals, but bellamy's been inside an arcade a few times. he finds them to be too loud. after the first time, and being taken back to how it'd been on the ground with the grounders attacking and bullets flying, he'd had to take a few certain measures to ensure he never went back to that place when he was inside. sometimes good company can be the best distraction. ]
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clarke smiles back because she is glad that he wants to come with her but at the same time and she can't help but laugh slightly at his comment before finally taking hold of her drink and jokingly responding back] If you actually wanted one I probably could.
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[ he recognised that immediately. he considers himself to be the same. ]
Probably? Doesn't inspire a lot of confidence, Clarke.
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You'll see when you come with me.
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Just be prepared to have your ass handed to you, Princess.
[ he reaches for his drink, downing a good portion of it. what he doesn't say is that it's nice to have clarke not only take the bait, but also invite him out. spending time with her isn't as bad as he'd originally believed it to be during those first few days of setting foot on the ground. if anything, she's a lot more fun than he'd ever originally assumed. ]
[ not that he's ever going to tell her that. ]
[ letting his fingers remain curled around it, he looks over to her. cockily, ] I'll win you a stuffed bear.
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You can still win one for me too in return, I wouldn't object to that. [she was joking but her words do still have the confidence that indicate she would win]
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[ he smiles, tipping back his drink. it's almost empty when he places that glass back onto the counter, forgoing the supplied coaster. he looks at her pointedly, amusement palpable within the brightness of his expression. it's not the alcohol that has him feeling a little more good-humoured than normal, but the company. ]
Someone who gives you stuffed animals all the time? First an elephant, now a bear. You're starting to get real greedy, Princess.
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[technically she had total of two stuffed animals from him which included an elephant and a dog but she wasn't about to correct him on that when it only added to his point] One stuffed elephant doesn't exactly qualify for your definition of all the time, you know. [she laughs slightly and shrugs her shoulders in response] Besides, I'm winning one for you, right? So I was just giving you the chance to do the same in return.
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[ would bellamy really let anyone win him a stuffed animal? that's the question everyone should be asking themselves, truthfully. bellamy blake doesn't like to accept anything from anyone, from pity to help to even gifts. ]
[ but he still says it all in jest. he continues to smile, shaking his head in mock disbelief. ] You see how this is disproportionate, right?
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I'll win you two stuffed animals and then we're even.
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[ bellamy's brows raise before he downs the rest of his drink, placing the glass back onto the counter. he motions for the bartender to come back, flipping the menu over so it's upside down to him. he points to a drink, motions for two, and then looks at clarke again. ]
You sure you can keep it?
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