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It is 2 PM when Clarke finally awakes, her head pounding with the remnants of a massive hangover. The blinds are still drawn, and she looks over to the other couch to see her two best friends tangled in each other’s limbs, with one drooling on the other.
Octavia and Raven are ever so reliable.
As with every girls’ night in gone wild, Clarke is unsurprised that she crashed first. Barely a social drinker, Clarke has the alcohol tolerance of a twelve-year-old, and her lovely friends take full advantage of it. But it is the weekend and Clarke heaves a sigh of relief, having slept half the day away. Not that it mattered, anyway. As a work-from-home social columnist, Clarke lives a flexibly creative life.
The blonde reaches for her laptop on the coffee table, dangerously surrounded by booze devoid of labels. Raven promised that it was all legally purchased, but her following wink to Octavia suggested otherwise. It doesn’t bother her for long, though.
When Clarke flips her laptop open, she feels an urge to faint and, hopefully, stay unconscious forever.
“What the fuck is a sugar baby?!”
Clarke isn’t sure what to be more horrified of: the fact that she has a fully functional account on a site that seems to sell sex or the fact that her profile picture is of her in sweats, post-breakup, devouring Coco Puffs. The anxiety dies down slightly when she notices a notification in the upper right screen. It’s a request to connect, which Clarke assumes is safe talk for “bang for a buck?”
She expects the old, executive geezer type posed in front of a posh house. Instead, her breath hitches when her eyes catch sight of a simply dressed but stunning brunette, whose captivating green eyes and small smile elicit fluttery feelings from a devastated Clarke.
Lexa Woods, huh?
She quickly glances at the drooling Octavia and snoring Raven, before returning to her laptop. Her throbbing mind begs her to act when she’s fully sober, but her fingers beat her to it.
Click.
She figures her friends can be filled in later.
“You are now connected to Lexa Woods. We wish you a good one.”
What have I gotten myself into?