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"Okay, okay, watch this." Bellamy balances the metal piece on his tongue.
"Nuh-uh. Nice try, hotshot, but you cannot possibly-"
With one flick, the piece makes a small arc to the table before ringing off the surface and into one of Clarke's makeshift cups.
She gapes. "How in the hell...?"
Bellamy looks smug as ever, a proud smile all the way to his eyes. It's been a while since he's been able to relax like this... but with the 47 back, the grounders finally at bay, and the adults busy discussing the final peace terms, he figures it's about time to let loose a little.
"Drink up, Princess," he teases.
Clarke narrows her eyes in an attempt to look ticked, but is betrayed by the smile pulling at her lips. Wordlessly, she shoots the sickly sweet liquid back, and feels its beautiful burn fall towards her stomach.
She can't help but make a face.
"Euh. I thought I missed Monty's moonshine, until I actually got to taste it again."
She sits the throwing piece on the back of her hand, and sends it towards Bellamy's side of the table with a flick of her wrist. There's a satisfying ping as it rings off the metal bottom of a cup. He let's out an easy chuckle when she throws her arms up in celebration.
"I don't know," he says, swirling the cup between his fingers before emptying it in one, swift mouthful. "It's a little nostalgic. I sometimes actually like the taste."
Clarke snorts. "Sometimes being after five or six cups?"
He laughs again. Clarke notices, for the first time, a sort of musical quality to it. She's never heard him laugh so much before.
"Something like that," he says.
"What's got you in such a good mood?" she asks at the same time she thinks it. "Not that I'm complaining."
Bellamy tosses the small disc from hand to hand as he considers his answer.
"I don't know. I guess... it's the first time we really haven't had to think about anything. Do you realise that?"
She hadn't, and the thought intrigues her.
"There's nothing in the back of my mind. No crisis that needs to be averted. For once, everything is being taken care of for us. I'm just, relishing in the moment, I guess." He gives her a small, but genuine smile that she can't help but return. He has a point, after all; this is their time to unwind, the first they've had in months.
It's felt like an eternity.
"Well, that," he adds, wriggling his eyebrows, "and the moonshine." Now, it's Clarke's turn to laugh.
"In that case, we better keep things interesting," she says suggestively, making Bellamy's heart skip a quick beat. She retreats to the refreshments table and returns with six, much larger cups, barely able to carry them all in her arms at once. When he sees what she's doing, Bellamy meets her halfway, to help. Pulling three cups from her grip, he throws her a mischievous grin.
"Oh, yea. This is going to be very interesting."