We're wide awake now, our eyes are wide open. We're running this world, we keeping it turning

[opheliac]

Who: EVERYONE ON THIS DANG SHIP!
What: IT'S A PARTTTYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When: last week of april before more shit happens.
Where: rischie
Warnings: PG-13??? alcohol is definitely involved, teens being teens, drunk people or doing bad decisions??? who is to say!!!





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★ ENTRANCE.
★ THE DANCE FLOOR.
★ AT THE BAR.
★ GAME AREA.
★ DJ TABLE // PRIVATE WITH JINX
★ LOSER CORNER.
★ THE FOOD TABLE.
★ KARAOKE.
★ OUTSIDE RISCHIE.
★ WILDCARD.

Comments

[barfeathers]

Mmh... [ They both hold some importance to her. Even if "La Pluma" was just meant to be used for her job. It's a job that's important to her. However... ]

Rafaela.

[skaikru]

Rafaela, then. ( one more sip on the end of her straw, and clarke will even offer the bartender a half smile over the rim of her glass. ) Thank you for this, Rafaela. You might have just made my whole night.

( and then, because it's polite — ) My name's Clarke, by the way. Clarke Griffin.

[barfeathers]

Well met, Clarke. And I'm glad I could help. I'm just happy to be able to put my services to good use.

[skaikru]

They should honestly just employ you full time.

( a platitude, a statement meant to be kind and appropriately reverent for the beauty of this mai tai. this is a party, she's allowed at least one evening where she doesn't have to consider that, if they all use and are ground down to shadows of their former selves, la pluma's soul may be stuck on board the serena eterna forever. slinging drinks, invisible, unable to scream or make idle small talk across a bar top.

...oh, nope, couldn't avoid that thought. it's almost enough to make her sad again, but clarke channels that bitter surge of sorrow into lifting her drink to her mouth. bypassing the straw this time, absolutely downing it. and, oh yeah, there's the slight burn of the rum at the bottom of the cup. )

Can I have one more for good measure?

[barfeathers]

[ She nods, and very quickly procures another glass for Clarke to slide across the counter. ]

I also provide... listening services, if you'd like to talk. You don't have to yell over the music. I can read lips just fine.

[skaikru]

( this is as close to giddy as clarke griffin can get — wrapping her hands around an ice chilled drink that promises some sort of relief from the unpleasant thoughts twisted around her lungs like a vice, barely able to hear her own thoughts over the music blaring around them, shrouded in the dark shadows and neon lights that come along with clubbing. at this moment the rischie feels so foreign compared to the last time they'd been locked inside and forced to mingle, this is almost an escape.

but an open offer to talk? no specific question? no particular demand for discussions of tactics, no murderboarding?

...that feels too vulnerable. )

I wouldn't know ( where to start ) what to talk about. But thank you for the offer.

[barfeathers]

[ It's for the best, really. Can you imagine being open with someone only to have them cut off your arm later? Awkward. ]

Well, the offer still stands. I'm a fairly good listener. And...

[ Clarke is gonna just go ahead and get a third Mai Tai while she's here. She looks like she could use it. ]

[skaikru]

( right? awkward as hell. imagine how much more it would hurt to spill your guts to someone about how you think you've failed the entirety of humanity, and two weeks later get cut down without a second thought. any legitimate bonding here is gonna have to wait until la pluma is... done... killing clarke.

but one doesn't have to be a confidant to be appreciated. that third mai tai is readily accepted, and clarke pauses before retreating from the bar to meet the other woman's eyes and nod. )

I'll remember it. And I appreciate it.

( but until that moment reaches them, clarke's just gonna... dip into the shadows of the club with her gleefully acquired drinks. don't worry, if you've missed her, she's probably circling back three or four more times to smile and, once the rum hits like a mac truck, bat her eyelashes at who has quickly become her favorite person here. )