This is our family - The 100

Ch.28 Bar fight

Octavia insisted they all go out to the bar to let loose and have some fun. Clarke wasn't up for it at first but Octavia insisted she got Murphy to let them in and made Clarke wear this martini dress that showed more cleavage than she would normally have shown. Ravin rocked this red knee length dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Octavia was in a dark purple colour dress made of silk. They were more than a few shots in when they started to play beer pong. It was the Blake's against her and Lincoln. It was a pretty even game but eventually Clarke and Lincoln won. They cheered and high fived. Bellamy staged her back onto the crowded sweaty dance floor and they danced together for a few songs before she decided she needed to sit down. Murphy had set a glass of water in front of her for. She was sipping it already knowing she would regret this night tomorrow morning.

As she sat on the worn leather bar stool a man placed his hand on her lower back. She turned to him assuming it was Bellamy and kissed him lazily. Everything at this point was pretty blurry and she thought nothing of it. He started to kiss back and that's when she noticed his prickly face like he hadn't shaven in 3 days. "What the fuck?!?" She exclaimed pushing him away. "Who are you?!?" She demanded now furious. This guy had the nerve to grin. "I'm whoever you want me to be baby." "Gross get the fuck away from me! Or my boyfriend will kick your ass!" She was looking for her boyfriend in the crowd. She saw his dark curls and pointed to him. "That's him. He will kill you!" Clarke threatened. "That guy over there?" He raised an eyebrow. "Sorry to break it to you but he has been grinding on other girls all night." "What?" Clarke was too stunned to be mad. She got up and started marching towards him. "Bellamy?!?" The guy was right he was lazily grinding up on some girl in a tight pink dress. She spun him around to face her. "Bellamy what the fuck?!?" She stormed out. Lincoln saw the whole thing and followed her to make sure she was okay.

He could see tears streaming down her face. "Clarke." She spun around ready to scream then realized who it was. "Don't!- oh sorry Lincoln." She wiped away her tears. "Clarke he is pissed drunk he would never cheat on you, you know that. He probably won't even remember what he did tomorrow morning." Lincoln said. He pulled her into his chest as she cried in his arms. "Shhhh... It's okay. He would never purposely hurt you Clarke. He loves you. And I saw you kiss that guy at the bar what was that?" He asked. She sniffled. "Some asshole. I thought it was Bellamy. It wasn't." She laughed. He laughed with her. "No. Definitely not. Come on I'm getting everyone home. I'll call two über's. Who else is relatively sober? Miller maybe. I'm going to go get everyone. Come on." He wrapped his arm tightly around Clarke and started searching for the others.

Octavia was chilling with the boys and some random bikers on a couch. "Let's go. Time to go home." He announced. The boys groaned and tried to protest but Lincoln gave them the evil eye and they got up and started towards the exit silently. "Hold on! Monty call two über's!" He called over his shoulder. Monty nodded and pulled out his phone. He turned to Octavia who had her arms crossed over her chest. "So is this like your boyfriend?" One of the bikers asked. He was odiously high. "Yeah. Can't we just stay a little longer we're just having fun!" Octavia whined. He stepped away from Clarke and walked up to the lounge area where she was and a big biker guy got up in between them. "Leave her alone man!" He pushed Lincoln. He chuckled before he went serious and punched the biker in the side of the head knocking him out cold. He hit the floor. "Lincoln!!!" Octavia was pissed. "What the fuck?!?" She argued. "I'm telling you we need to go now. Everybody is vulnerably drunk and easy to take advantage of. Come on. The über's are probably here by now. He brought Clarke and Octavia outside with the boys and told them to watch out for each other and he would be back. Next was Ravin and wick. Then Miller who was just sober enough to be the more responsible one, surprisingly. "Watch them please. And get them into the cars. Give them the right address you go in one car I'll go in the other. Make sure they get home safe." Lincoln ordered. Miller nodded and helped half them in the car. Lincoln now was searching for Bellamy. He was so drunk he could barley walk. 'What's gotten into him?' Lincoln thought. He just picked the man up and tossed him over his shoulder. "We are going home. Now." Lincoln said pissed with Bellamy. He mumbled something Lincoln couldn't understand them passed out. Wick and Ravin were waiting outside when he got there with Miller.miller helped them into the waiting car and Lincoln tossed Bellamy in with them. "Thanks Miller. See you at home." Lincoln said smiling at him and patting his shoulder before they went into different cars.

When they got home they dragged those who couldn't walk inside and others stumbled in. Miller payed the drivers plus a tip for dealing with their bull shit. They headed inside. They were all splayed on the couch. Lincoln picked up Octavia and was carrying her upstairs. He took Monty. They were silent as the took care of their friends taking them one by one upstairs to bed. In the morning they were going to have a family meeting. That was for sure. This was unacceptable. To be that vulnerable in public is dangerous and stupid. Again Bellamy was thrown over Lincoln's shoulder and was carried all the way up to the top floor where his room was.

The next morning when they all were puking their guts out in their rooms, (thank god they each had their individual bathrooms)Lincoln went to the cafe with Miller to open up for business. Luckily they had baked goods left over so there wouldn't much baking to do that morning. It was early and they were both hungover but they were the best out of the group. Miller served coffee and did the register while Lincoln baked fresh rolls, bussed tables, and washed dishes. It wasn't easy but they did it. When the morning rush was over Miller turned to Lincoln. "Hey can I talk to you for a second?" Miller asked leaning against the table top. "Sure what's up?" Miller took a deep breath. "Well first of all, thanks for getting us all out of there in one piece. I really respect you. You know that?" Lincoln folded his arms and smiled at his feet. "Second of all. That shit can't happen again. We are having a meeting about that." Miller said. "I agree. Actually I was going to call one after dinner." Lincoln said. Miller nodded. "Third of all." Miller took a deep breath. It came out shaky. "This is what I really wanted to tell you. Umm... I don't think I love Monty as much as I did before. I mean I do but it's different. This guy Bryan comes in here every once and a while and- I don't know Lincoln! It's like I get these butterflies and things I used to get with Monty I don't really get anymore. I don't know what to do! I barley know the guy. Do I break up with Monty do I stay and work it out?" He let out a sigh. Lincoln was listening the whole time and pulled Miller in for a hug. There were a few tears streaming down his face that he was doing his best to hide. "It's okay. Miller you need to think what's best for the both of you. Stay in a less that adequate relationship or move on to better things. Listen if you really like this guy and this is truly how you feel, you need to tell Monty. He deserves that. And for this other guy, Bryan. Get his number!" Miller chuckled. "But only after you tell Monty." Miller nodded. "Thanks Lincoln. It's good to talk to you." They continued their work and got ready for the Lunch rush. "Before we get busy try this soup I made." Lincoln said handing him a bowl. "Alright. What is it?" Miller asked as he started to eat he was starving. "This old recipe they made in my village." Lincoln said. "Oh right. Grounder. I forgot. This is really good! Is this on the menu?" He asked enthusiastically. "Let's make it the soup of the day." Lincoln said. "Yeah. Go wright it on the board." Miller said as he ate the soup. "Okay I also have to talk to you about some panini ideas I've been coming up with. And I thought we could try pizza croissants." Lincoln said. Miller nodded. "Sounds good."

Back at home they were one by one coming out of their rooms looking for food. The fridge was being rampages as well as the shelves with the drunk savages looking for food. Clarke and Bellamy started arguing about the events of last night while the others made food, moped around or were watching tv on the couch.

"I saw you with that girl last night!" Clarke yelled. "I was drunk Clarke! I didn't mean it! I don't even remember doing that! But you know what I do remember?!? Looking over to you kissing some guy at the bar!" Clarke huffed. "That's not my fault! I thought he was you!!!" Bellamy laughed turning away. "Okay. Whatever Clarke." "Can you guys take this upstairs your giving me a headache!" Octavia yelled. Clarke marched upstairs and Bellamy reluctantly followed. "Listen Clarke! You know I love you! Why would I go go with anyone else?" Bellamy yelled once they were in his room. Clarke sniffled. "I dont know. Some times I just feel like this won't work out and you want out." Clarke said looking down at her feet. Bellamy sighed taking his fingers roughly through his hair. "Clarke why would you ever think that. You know that you and Octavia are the most important people to me. I would never want anything else. And I'm sorry that you thought I would." Clarke turned back to him her eyes red. "No Bellamy. I'm sorry. I-I dont know. Let's just get over it okay?" "Okay but if any other guy gets eyes for you he's dead." Bellamy said. Clarke rolled her eyes. "Sure bell. Love you." She walked up to him and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. He hugged her back and kissed her neck. "Love you too, princess."

"I told you guys they would make up!" Octavia said over the loud speaker. They turned toward it only to see a price of tape holding down the 'talk' button with a green light flashing. "OCTAVIA!!!" They both screamed. The whole house had heard everything. 'Motherfucker!' Clarke swore to herself.