[ 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. ]
[maybe it was a pretty big promise if she thinks about it since she has only been participated in playing the games at the arcade the one time she went with her friend. however, she still feels confident to keep her promise if he really did want her to win two stuffed animals for him to make things even.
clarke watches as she asks the bartender for new round of randomly selected drinks and she just nods while still smiling at him] Yeah, of course I can.
[ that's the confidence he likes to see in clarke, even though it'd originally made him want to destroy it. sometimes bellamy worries he's returning to that person he once was, but he's since liked who he's become. he likes teasing clarke, and he likes pushing her, but not to the point of breaking. ]
[ when those drinks arrive, he takes a swig of his. ] Do you think any of the bars survived the bombs back home?
[clarke notices that he doesn't question her words and for now she takes that as a win when she grabs a glass from their next round of drinks and takes a few more sips.
the notices the change in topic and she has to consider his words for a moment. there might have been something at mount weather but it's not like she all that focused on anything but leaving the place but alternatively she supposes there could be other place that might have survived the bombs] I don't know. I guess it's possible, there could be a bunker somewhere that has it stashed away or something that we haven't found yet.
[ bellamy says it slowly, nodding his head. lips pursed, he lifts his glass to his lips and drains a quarter of his drink. his expression's one that suggests he can believe it. after all, it's not the least impossible thing that could happen on their ground. he's since learned to expect what he hadn't even thought possible to be possible. ]
Kind of hope we find it, just for us. I think we deserve it.
[clarke hadn't really given too much thought to it before but given how many unexpected things they have come across or even learned about the ground since landing, it seemed like it was something that could be possible though] Maybe we will— I think we deserve it too.
[ and so he does. there's so many things they could drink to and hadn't on the ground. endless surviving, enjoying themselves on the ground when they had the chance, saving their people from the grounders and the mountain men. bellamy thinks they're owed a few dozen drinks at this point in time. ]
[ she also owes him the one he'd proposed to her. ]
[ his lips curve upward as he teases, ] So, what's the plan, Princess? You're going to get me drunk so I can stop taunting you about how un-fun you are?
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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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[ the one thing he's trying to be better at, while also failing miserably. ]
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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[ he smiles. ]
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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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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clarke watches as she asks the bartender for new round of randomly selected drinks and she just nods while still smiling at him] Yeah, of course I can.
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[ when those drinks arrive, he takes a swig of his. ] Do you think any of the bars survived the bombs back home?
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the notices the change in topic and she has to consider his words for a moment. there might have been something at mount weather but it's not like she all that focused on anything but leaving the place but alternatively she supposes there could be other place that might have survived the bombs] I don't know. I guess it's possible, there could be a bunker somewhere that has it stashed away or something that we haven't found yet.
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[ bellamy says it slowly, nodding his head. lips pursed, he lifts his glass to his lips and drains a quarter of his drink. his expression's one that suggests he can believe it. after all, it's not the least impossible thing that could happen on their ground. he's since learned to expect what he hadn't even thought possible to be possible. ]
Kind of hope we find it, just for us. I think we deserve it.
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[ and so he does. there's so many things they could drink to and hadn't on the ground. endless surviving, enjoying themselves on the ground when they had the chance, saving their people from the grounders and the mountain men. bellamy thinks they're owed a few dozen drinks at this point in time. ]
[ she also owes him the one he'd proposed to her. ]
[ his lips curve upward as he teases, ] So, what's the plan, Princess? You're going to get me drunk so I can stop taunting you about how un-fun you are?
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