An Ocean For Me To Drown: Bellarke One Shots

Booty Call

"New Kids on the Block had a lot of hits, Chinese food makes me sick," Clarke and Raven sang loudly together as they drove into town.

"Okay, so what's your deal, Clarke" Raven asked as the song went off. "You've been MIA for days."

"I told you," Clarke sighed. "I was finishing my work. I had three papers due, one project, and I had two paintings to get finished."

"Okay, fine," Raven huffed loudly. "I accept that, but only because you're about to buy my late dinner. I've been craving tacos for days and I heard that they hired all new bartenders. Miller said they're hot."

"We are not spending the night hitting on bartenders and before you ask why, I will tell you. One, you're happily engaged to Kyle. Two, I'm too busy to even entertain the idea of somebody constantly texting me and trying to hang out. It's annoying. I'm enjoying being single, thank you."

"You know it doesn't have to be that way, right? Why don't you find a booty call. No relationship, no clingy crap, and you can set your rules and times. It's a good way to let off steam."

Clarke turned to Raven once she parked, knowing she wouldn't let this go. "What do you know about booty calls and one night stands, huh? You've been with Kyle for like four years."

"I had a one night stand, thank you!" Raven said, hastily. "With that guy from the basketball team, Robbie."

"Okay, fine. And how'd that go?" Clarke locked her car as they walked towards the restaurant. "You said he was sloppy and gross."

"So find someone experienced," Raven replied.

As Clarke and Raven sat down in their favorite booth, they scanned the restaurant. It was closing in an hour, so there were very few people still left.

"Hi, I'm Bellamy," a deep voice said beside their table. Clarke and Raven both turned to face the voice and Clarke swallowed visibly. "I'm actually not your server. Uhm, I'm a bartender so I'll just be taking your drink order. What can I get you ladies tonight?"

Raven wiggled her eyebrows at Clarke, causing her to blush and kick Raven's leg beneath their table. "We will take two shots of whiskey and I'll have a long island iced tea."

"I'll have a long island iced, also."

"Alright, I'll be back in a minute," Bellamy smiled, walking back towards the bar.

"Oh, the ass on him," Raven muttered, grinning at Clarke. "Now that right there is a prime booty call candidate. Miller was not lying."

Clarke gazed over at him as he made their drinks. He was definitely attractive: tall, deeply tanned, chocolate brown eyes, and dark brown hair that was perfectly shaggy and wavy. "I won't lie, he's hot. But I told you, I'm not on the market."

"And here are your drinks ladies," bellamy smiled a bright white smile.

"Do you always serve underage girls or are we special?" Raven asked.

His smile fell instantly. "Shit, I'm about to be fired."

"Raven," Clarke said, rolling her eyes. "We're both twenty two, here's my I.D."

"He's cute when he's nervous," Raven said, sipping.

Bellamy tried to hide his smile, turning to walk away.

"You didn't have to tease him like that," Clarke said. "Poor guy thought he was going to lose his job." She smiled, "But he was cute when he was nervous."