Grounders(#wattys2016)

Chapter 3 Lincoln

Octavia POV

I walked to work, not wanting to waste money on the bus or a cab. It's not too bad, now that the weather is nice, but I am seriously going to need to get some type of car before winter sets in.

As I walk to the front of the line, which I might add is already starting to form at 10 at night, I get a few dirty looks and catcalls.

Before I can push my way thru the door I am stopped by the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life.

Head shaved, dark leather vest, muscles for days...

"You have to go to the back of the line" His deep voice interrupts my fantasy regarding his biceps.

"I'm supposed to start work tonight. I'm Octavia." I respond, trying not to drool.

His eyes look me up and down approvingly, causing me to blush. "Nice to meet you Octavia." He takes my hand. "I'm Lincoln, the bouncer. You picked a good night to start, it's a little slow right now " he adds waving me inside.

I nod dumbly, walk into the bar and stop short.

If this is slow what the hell does it look like when they're busy?

The entire bar is packed. They would have a hard time fitting any more people inside. That is not what sets this bar apart though, not by a long shot.

There is no dance floor, no sports tv's and and no DJ and yet, everyone seems to really be having fun.

I spot the redhead, from the diner, I think her name was Raven. She is working at the speed of light pouring multiple shots she has lined up on one end of the bar.

There is another girl behind the bar, that I haven't seen before and she is also sering drinks flipping the bottles around with like batons.

At the other end of the bar Clarke is dancing, she is wearing black leather, pants and a leather vest that only emphasizes her cleavage and high heeled boots. Her long blond hair is hanging on tousled waves down her back.

She is holding a bottle of booze which she proceeds to pour in a line on the bar as she sashays frim one end to the other.

Raven tells everyone to stand back while she throws a match, lighting it on fire with Clarke dancing behind the flames, gyrating to the beat of Paradise City.

The crowd goes crazy.

I stand there watching wondering what I have gotten myself into.

Surprisingly I'm not even worried what my brother would think, just that I wouldn't be able to mske it on my own.

I turn around, getting ready to leave when Lincoln speaks.

"Where are you going?"

"I...umm"

"Are you scared? "

"What?! Of course not!" I sputter at him.

"Good, because I look forward to seeing you dance sometime." He says giving me a look that, well lets just say I'd like to see it again.

"Thanks." I stammer as I turn to make my way back to the, bar. His words broke through my intimidation. I was a dancer. This was just another stage I told myself.

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A/N

Sorry for the lack of Bellamy up until now but he will meet Clarke in the next chapter.
:)