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BabyGriff started a group chat:
BabyGriff renamed chat ‘Dropship’
BabyGriff – Everyone at the Dropship tomorrow night. No excuses.
World’sTalentRae - y?
Octopus – whats going on?
Cheekbones – we celebrating something princess?
Cheekbones – dammit Raven stop changing my name
Clarke closes the chat, letting her phone blow up with curious messages.
“Sent the message?” Lexa asks, pressing her front against the blonde’s back.
“Mhm.”
Clarke looks at her hand and giggles.
Lexa moves back so that Clarke could lie on her back.
They smile at each other.
“If you’re finished admiring my skills, how about we continue our own celebration.
Clarke smirks, wrapping her hand around the back of Lexa’s neck and pulling her down.
“So, Griffin!” Raven shouts. “Why are we here?”
Clarke had so many different ideas to mess with them, drag it out, but her excitement bubbles over.
“Oh you know,” Clarke shouts over the music. “I just thought we should all hang out and you know,” Clarke brushes blonde hair behind her ear with her left hand, inwardly smirking. She knows that the colorful, flashing lights will glint off it and draw attention to it.
Before Clarke can finish speaking, Octavia is screaming, standing up and pushing the boys out of the way to sit in the booth next to Clarke.
“You’re engaged!!!!” Octavia shrieks excitedly.
Everyone gathers around to see the ring and congratulate the couple.
When Clarke is asked how Lexa proposed, she blushes such a dark shade of red they are almost worried about her.
Clarke just stutters out illegibly until she finally tells them it's none of their business.
The group of friends is curious but they let it go to celebrate, all of them getting beyond drunk.
They would regret how much they drank in the morning but tonight is about celebrating and celebrate they do.