Clarke turns around so Octavia can zip her dress up. She's wearing a white dress, which stops right above her knees. The low cut reveals an ample amount of her cleavage. She's going to enjoy the party and pretend like she didn't get her heart broken recently. Her best friend was right, Finn is slimy and shady.
"You look good, Clarke," Octavia appraises. "Can you zip me up too?" she asks, turning around while pointing at her back.
"Sure, O," Clarke answers, making quick working of zipping her up. "Maybe you can dance with Rae tonight."
"I'm nervous so I don't know if I'll ask," Octavia replies, blushing. "If she asks me I won't say no though."
"I hope she asks then," Clarke says, though she remembers Raven mentioning something about how she loves to dance.
"I kind of want to take things slow," Octavia says, sighing deeply. "After what happened she doesn't need someone hitting on her."
Clarke nods because she can understand that. If someone would try to hit on her it would be a little insensitive, so Raven might feel the same way. It's simply too recent. "You're her friend, which is a start," she points out.
"Yeah, who would have guessed? I mean, we're even friends with Ontari and she's actually kind of cool."
"Ri is kind of hard on the outside, but much softer on the inside," Clarke says, despite the fact that Ontari's tongue can be like a blade. "I think we're ready to go."
"Yup, I sure am," Octavia replies with a chipper tone.
Clarke opens the door and walks to the party with Octavia where they meet up with Raven and Ontari. "Hey, you started without us," she says, feigning offense because they're already drinking.
"That's because you two are slowpokes," Ontari replies, smirking.
"Arriving early is kind of lame though," Octavia says teasingly.
"Hah," Raven says, laughing as she nudges Ontari's side. "I'm with O on this."
"She indirectly called us losers though," Ontari says.
"What," Octavia says, gasping. "I... no," she recoils. "That's not what I meant."
Clarke chuckles, feeling amused to see Ontari and Raven teasing Octavia. She grabs the first plastic cup she lays her eyes on. Her mission tonight is to dance until her feet hurt and to drink until she can drown her memories out.
"My favorite ladies!" Jasper shouts. He sways on his feet as he puts his arms around Octavia and Clarke.
"Hey, Jas," Clarke replies, smelling a lot of alcohol in Jasper's breath. "Do you have some moonshine for me?"
"That's my girl," Jasper answers, nodding.
"Keep dreaming, Jas," Raven says, catching Clarke's wrist. "She's our girl."
Clarke smiles as she's pulled in a group hug with Raven, Ontari and Octavia. Hearing Ontari groaning and muttering expletives makes it even better. "You're so grumpy, Ri," she says, which in the past she would have never said.
"That's because you're all so damn cheesy," Ontari replies, wiping at her arms as if she's trying to cleanse herself. "I'll be outside, I need a smoke."
"I'm going to dance," Raven says. "Who's with me?"
Clarke pushes Octavia's back, which makes her best friend involuntarily take a step towards Raven.
"Great," Raven says, smiling as she grasps Octavia's hand.
Octavia looks over her shoulder and looks as if she's internally combusting.
