Might As Well

Chapter 8

"Lex! Can you help me with this?" Clarke called to Lexa. The party was winding down to mostly close friends as the hours ticked by. With formalities evaporating, Clarke and Raven were clearing the pop up tables of food and drinks to play drinking games.

"Excuse me one second," Lexa said politely to the warehouse managers she'd been socializing with.

She visited the warehouse to see Lincoln now and then, and she made all of her sales teams come through and meet the distribution team when she had anyone in the area. They respected that she made her people see faces and match names to anyone they planned to speak to on the phone in their bossy sales voices demanding favors. The higher ups told her it was a waste of time, but she had the fewest shipping issues in the country by a large margin.

She respected them and cared about them and knew she couldn't do her job without them. They respected her far more than any of her peers in return.

"Hey, Woods, hold up," one of the guys stopped her.

"Yes?" Lexa paused. She was drunker than she planned to be but was keeping it all together as best she could.

"Is that your girlfriend?" One of them asked. She guessed they had been pushing each other to work up the nerve to ask her by the reactions of his peers.

"C'mon, Babe! Bring those muscles over here and show Raven and I how it's done!" Clarke cried. She had also had a lot to drink. As a result, she became even more confident and loose and lovely if such a thing were possible. The guys all perked up.

"Yes," Lexa replied with purpose. They all turned and looked to see Clarke drinking straight from one of the champagne bottles, throwing her arm around Octavia and cheering as she passed the bottle to Raven. "That's my girlfriend," Lexa feigned calm, stood up a little straighter and spoke as evenly as she could.

"She seems dope," One of the guys laughed at Clarke's mischief with her friends.

"She actually is quite dope," Lexa grinned. She meant it.

"So, are you going to introduce us, or what?" he asked. They all leaned in to hear her response over the music that Raven turned up as she drank from the bottle.

"I, uh," Lexa turned and looked again. Clarke, Raven and Octavia were in the middle of a group of their friends dancing with the table moving project completely abandoned. "She looks kind of busy," Lexa tried as she watched Clarke belt the lyrics along with Raven using the empty bottle as a microphone.

"Lex!" Clarke tried again, this time beckoning for Lexa to join them on the makeshift dance floor. Noticing who Lexa was with, coupled with the panic in her eyes, Clarke knew it was time to perform and she danced her way over. "I heard some rumors that the bride and groom want to play flip cup, so we're getting the tables ready!" Clark sidled up to Lexa and took her place tucked in neatly to her side. "Your presence is requested," Clarke wore a sloppy grin induced by too much fun as she reached up and booped Lexa's nose with her index finger.

"Sorry guys, it looks like I'm being summoned," Lexa turned to the warehouse crew.

"Oh! Shit, I'm sorry. I'm interrupting," Clarke turned to them as well. "Raven has another song cued up, so you have a minute," Clarke leaned more of her weight into Lexa. She had been dancing and drinking and laughing and her perfume and her hair products were mixed with her sweat and it was just awesome.

"That's great. The guys here were all just hoping I would introduce them to my girlfriend," Lexa let her hand come to rest at the small of Clarke's back. The curve of her hand fit perfectly. She liked it there, and she liked that Clarke leaned the slightest hint closer in response.