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“Please welcome to the stage Lexa Woods!” a deep voice rings out from backstage.
As Lexa steps onto the stage, the atmosphere in the dimly lit bar shifts, the energy palpable as all eyes turn towards her. The deep voice echoing from backstage heralds her arrival, and she strides confidently forward, a microphone in her hand and a determined glint in her eye. Tonight, she's not just a random comedian; she's a force to be reckoned with, ready to captivate the crowd with her wit and charm.
The ambiance of the bustling bar surrounds her, filling the air with a symphony of sounds, the clinking of glasses, the murmur of conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter. But amidst the cacophony, Lexa stands tall and unruffled, her presence commanding attention as she takes centre stage.
In her perfectly tailored suit, every detail meticulously chosen, Lexa exudes an air of confidence and poise. From the intricate braids woven throughout her curly hair to the impeccable fit of her suit and tie and her polished dress shoes, she is the epitome of style and grace.
Clarke, fuelled by a mix of alcohol-induced courage and genuine curiosity, can't resist blurting out her question. "Why are you dressed like that?"
The sudden interruption elicits an eruption of laughter from Raven, who's teetering on the edge of drunkenness herself, while Octavia hastily tries to stifle her own giggles.
Lexa's bright green eyes search the front few tables and quickly zero in on Clarke, a mischievous smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Sorry, what was that?" she quips, her voice cutting through the din of the crowd.
Undeterred, Clarke plunges ahead. "Why are you dressed like you're in The Office?" she asks, earning another raucous howl from Raven beside her.
With a warm smile gracing her lips, Lexa leans slightly forward on the mic stand, her gaze locking onto Clarke's with an unmistakable spark of amusement in her eyes. "I'm from DC," she explains, her voice carrying a playful undertone that draws a chuckle from the audience.
In that moment, it's as if the rest of the room fades away, leaving only Lexa and Clarke in their own little world. The connection between them is palpable, a shared understanding that transcends the boundaries of the stage and the audience.
When it’s evident Clarke doesn’t catch her meaning she elaborates, "DC is not a casual city, you don’t hang out in onesies as a baby you get your first suit and tie from the hospital."
As Lexa continues to speak, her words seem to resonate with Clarke on a deeper level, each syllable carrying a hidden message meant for her ears alone. And as their eyes remain locked, a silent exchange passes between them—a fleeting moment of connection that speaks volumes without a single word spoken.
In that moment, Clarke can't help but feel drawn to Lexa, captivated by the magnetic pull of her presence. And as the rest of the world fades into the background, she knows that this encounter with the enigmatic comedian is one she won't soon forget.
Undeterred, Lexa seamlessly incorporates Clarke's interruptions into her act, firing back with quick-witted retorts that have the audience roaring with laughter. It's a battle of wits between the two, each feeding off the other's energy in a dance as old as time.
As Lexa continues her jokes, Clarke finds herself swept up in the moment, any semblance of inhibitions she may have had fading away in the warmth of Lexa's laughter. It's a sound she could get lost in, a melody that reverberates through her soul, and she knows in that instant that she wants to hear it again and again.
"You're so beautiful," Clarke blurts out, her words filled with genuine admiration before Octavia swiftly covers Clarke’s mouth, a mixture of amusement and exasperation in her eyes.
Lexa's laughter fills the air once more, a throaty, genuine sound that sends shivers down Clarke's spine. It's like music to her ears, a symphony of joy that she never wants to end.
As another blonde, tall and lithe, pokes her head out from behind the stage, Clarke can't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the sight of her. But when Lexa turns her attention back to Clarke with a grin, Clarke's heart skips a beat.
"Thank you," Lexa says once her laughter subsides, her gaze lingering on Clarke with a hint of curiosity. "What's your name?"
Clarke, feeling emboldened by the attention, proudly declares, "Doctor Clarke Griffin."
“Doctor Klark Griffin,” the comedian repeats.
Lexa's grin widens at the sound of the blonde’s name, the way she pronounces the 'K' sending a shiver down Clarke's spine. It's beautiful, sultry, and Clarke wants to hear it again and again.
"Is this Mrs. Griffin?" Lexa teases, gesturing towards Octavia with a playful smirk.
As Lexa teases, gesturing towards Octavia with a playful smirk, the group erupts into laughter, their friendship shining through in the shared moment of amusement.
Octavia shakes her head in mock exasperation, wiping a tear of laughter from her eye, while Clarke joins in with a witty retort, "She wishes."
With a knowing smile, Lexa plays along, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I bet she does," she replies, her tone light and playful. "Are you guys having a good time tonight? What brings you out?"
Octavia takes a moment to explain, her voice tinged with humour despite the underlying seriousness of the situation. "It's our anniversary," she says.
Lexa's response is immediate, her congratulatory tone filled with genuine warmth. "Congratulations!" she exclaims, her hands coming together in a soft clap of celebration.
But Clarke, ever the realist, interjects with a wry grin, "Not a good anniversary."
Lexa's confusion is evident as she tries to piece together the puzzle of their unconventional celebration. "I am so confused here," she laughs, her amusement infectious.
Raven jumps in to provide the missing piece of the puzzle, her voice tinged with humour as she explains their unique tradition. "We dated the same guy," she starts, her words drawing a collective gasp of surprise from the audience.
"At the same time!" Clarke adds, her tone filled with mock indignation.
"And today is the anniversary of the day we found out," Raven concludes, unable to resist joining in on the conversation.
“We kicked him to the curb!” Clarke gestures with a thumb over her shoulder.
"So, we celebrate our Unity Day each year." Raven finally finishes the story.
Lexa's response is immediate and enthusiastic, her energy contagious as she embraces the spirit of the occasion. "Oh, hell yeah!" she exclaims from the stage, her excitement palpable. "Anya, can you hook up some tequila shots for Doctor Klark Griffin and her sister wives?"
With a round of laughter and cheers, the group raises their glasses in a toast to freedom and friendship, their bond strengthened by the shared moments of laughter and camaraderie.
The woman who had been watching from backstage nods with a smirk and shoots Lexa a thumbs up, she disappears behind the curtain and pops out near the bar. As the laughter and banter continue to flow between them, Clarke can't help but feel grateful for this unexpected moment of connection in the midst of the chaos of the bar.
Despite the chaos, there's something about Clarke's unfiltered honesty that draws Lexa in. Beneath her drunken ramblings, Lexa senses a vulnerability that resonates with her on a deeper level, sparking a curiosity she can't ignore.
And Clarke, for her part, can't deny the pull she feels towards the comedian on stage. There's a magnetism to Lexa's presence, a charisma that draws Clarke in despite herself. It's as if they're two ships passing in the night, destined to collide in the most unexpected of ways.
As the night unfolds, Clarke's drunken heckles seamlessly integrate into Lexa's act, becoming an unexpected highlight of the show. Normally, Lexa prefers to keep interactions with hecklers to a minimum, but there's something about Clarke that captivates her, drawing her in like a moth to a flame.
With each playful exchange, Clarke's uninhibited energy adds a new dimension to Lexa's performance, infusing it with an extra dose of spontaneity and excitement. The audience eats it up, laughing along with the banter between the comedian and the blonde in the crowd.
As the voice behind them breaks through the chatter, Clarke turns to see a tall, striking woman holding a tray of tequila shots. This must be Anya, she concludes, taking in the woman's confident demeanour and elegant attire.
Raven, always quick to seize an opportunity, steps forward to introduce herself, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Doctor Raven Reyes, PhD," she announces with a playful jab at Clarke, "not MD like this loser."
Anya accepts Raven's hand with a firm shake, her warm amber eyes flickering with amusement. There's a strength in her gaze that commands respect, and Raven finds herself momentarily taken aback by the woman's natural beauty.
"I’m Anya," she replies simply, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
Raven is floored by the woman’s natural beauty, warm amber eyes, impossibly high cheekbones, and a jawline that could cut diamonds, she too is dressed in an elegant suit and tie. With a teasing grin, she can't resist making a joke of her own. "Are you from DC too?" she quips, unable to resist a playful jab.
Anya's smirk widens into a knowing smile. "I am," she confirms, her tone tinged with amusement.
Anya clinks her tequila glass against Raven's, a confident smirk playing on her lips as she brings the glass to her lips.
But Clarke, ever the provocateur, interrupts with a loud exclamation, hands held up in protest. "Woah, woah, woah! Where's the salt and the lemon?"
Lexa's voice cuts through the noise from the stage, her words drawing Clarke's attention as if by magic. "Oh, we don't do that in DC," she explains, her tone dripping with amusement.
Clarke seems momentarily startled by Lexa's response, surprised that the comedian heard her over the crowd.
"We raw dog it," Anya adds with a wink, her gaze locked with Raven's as she slams back her tequila without breaking eye contact.
Raven’s breath catches in her throat, she can't help but be intrigued by the woman's boldness, her eyes lingering on Anya's lips for a moment longer than necessary. And when Raven’s eyes flick back up there's a spark of mischief in Anya's amber gaze that sends a thrill down Raven's spine, a shared understanding passing between them in that fleeting moment.
As Raven takes her own tequila shot, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through her veins, she can't shake the feeling of connection she shares with the enigmatic woman before her. In Anya's confident smirk and playful banter, Raven sees a kindred spirit, someone who's unafraid to live life on their own terms and embrace the unexpected with open arms.
Anya waits patiently as Clarke and Octavia finish their tequila shots, her gaze lingering on Raven for a moment longer than necessary. There's a silent invitation in her amber eyes, a subtle gesture that speaks volumes.
Once Clarke and Octavia have set their empty glasses down, Anya gathers them up onto the tray with practiced ease. Raven motions to her leg brace, expecting it to be a deterrent for Anya but, without a word, she motions for Raven to join her, her expression inscrutable yet inviting.
Raven hesitates for a moment, uncertainty flickering across her features. But there's something about the way Anya looks at her, a silent promise of adventure and excitement, that stirs something within her.
With a nod of determination, Raven rises from her seat and follows Anya as she makes her way through the crowd, the dim lights of the bar casting shadows across their path. There's a sense of anticipation in the air, a feeling that something unexpected is about to unfold.
As they reach the bar, Anya turns to Raven with a knowing smile, her amber eyes sparkling with mischief. Without a word, she gestures for Raven to take a seat beside her, a silent invitation to join her in whatever comes next.
And as Raven settles in beside Anya, the thrill of the unknown coursing through her veins, she can't help but feel grateful for the chance encounter that brought them together. In Anya's company, she senses the promise of adventure and excitement, a glimpse of a world beyond the confines of her everyday life. And as they raise their glasses in a silent toast, Raven knows that tonight is just the beginning of a journey that promises to be nothing short of exhilarating.
Despite her reluctance to engage with hecklers on a normal night, Lexa finds herself eagerly anticipating Clarke's next interruption, relishing the challenge of keeping up with her quick wit and infectious humour. There's a chemistry between them that's undeniable, a connection that transcends the stage and spills out into the dimly lit bar.
And as the night wears on, Clarke's drunken heckles become a cherished part of Lexa's show, a testament to the unexpected bonds that can form amidst the laughter and chaos of the night. In Clarke, Lexa finds not just a heckler, but a kindred spirit, someone who adds a spark of excitement to her performance and leaves her eagerly awaiting their next encounter.
As Clarke delivers her latest heckle, Lexa responds with a playful quip, her voice laced with amusement. "You have got to stop snapping at me, Klark," she says, her tone teasing yet affectionate. "We can find a therapist—"
But before she can finish her sentence, Clarke interjects with a burst of laughter, motioning towards Octavia beside her. "We have one!" she exclaims, unable to contain her amusement.
Lexa's smile widens at Clarke's response, her eyes sparkling with warmth as she continues. "Look, Klark, I'm sorry," she says, her tone softening with sincerity. "We've built up this connection, and I've fallen hopelessly in love with you."
The confession hangs in the air, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and affection. And as the audience holds their breath, unsure of how Clarke will respond, Lexa adds a playful twist to her declaration. "I can never speak to you again," she says with a smile, her words tinged with humour and a hint of self-deprecation.
The tension breaks as Clarke bursts into laughter, the sound echoing through the room as she shakes her head in disbelief. "You're ridiculous," she says, her voice filled with fondness as she reaches out to squeeze Lexa's outstretched hand.
And in that moment, amidst the laughter and playful banter, Clarke realises that their connection runs deeper than she ever imagined. With a smile and a shared glance, they both know that their bond is something special, a flirtationship forged in the fires of comedy and booze, destined to endure long after the lights of the stage have dimmed.
As Lexa's set draws to a close, she exits the stage with a sense of satisfaction, the energy of the crowd still buzzing in her veins. She navigates her way through the throngs of people, her eyes scanning the bar for Anya, who she knows deserves a break after making sure her set up was ready and being at her every beck and call.
Finally spotting Anya engaged in conversation with one of Doctor Clarke Griffin's sister wives, Lexa can't help but smile. Anya's natural charm and easy going demeanour make her a favourite among the regulars wherever they decide to pitch their show, and Lexa is glad to see her enjoying a moment of respite.
As Lexa approaches, ready to join the conversation and perhaps share a few light hearted jokes with the pair, her smile falters when she sees her manager grab the sister wife by the back of her head and bring their lips together in a heated kiss.
Great, Lexa thinks wryly, rolling her eyes inwardly. Tonight's going to be noisy.
Resisting the urge to let her frustration show, Lexa turns on her heel and retreats, deciding to give Anya and her new companion some privacy. She knows better than to interfere in Anya’s on the road escapades.
Instead, she heads back towards the stage area, where she can still hear laughter and conversation as people enjoy the next comedian’s set. As she passes by, she takes a few selfies with people who enjoyed the show, flashing her trademark smile and soaking in the adoration. She enjoys being enjoyed.
"Hey DC!" a nearby voice calls out.
Lexa turns towards the source of the voice, her ears catching the call from a few tables away. A grin spreads across her face as she recognizes the familiar blonde figure.
"Doctor Clarke Griffin," the comedian says, a smile dancing on her lips as she raises her glass of water in a casual salute.
"It's just Clarke," she adds, her words slightly slurred but filled with warmth.
Lexa can't help but be charmed by Clarke's easy going demeanour. With a nod of understanding, she acknowledges Clarke's correction, a silent agreement passing between them.
"Got it, Klark," Lexa replies with a grin, her tone playful yet genuine.
In the dimly lit embrace of the bar's ambiance, Lexa's forest green eyes shimmer like emerald pools, their depths alive with a silent symphony of secrets and dreams. Each glance holds the weight of a thousand whispered stories, a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling beneath their verdant surface.
As Clarke's ocean blue eyes meet Lexa's gaze, a cosmic dance unfolds. A collision of worlds, a meeting of souls. In the tranquil expanse of Lexa's gaze, Clarke finds herself adrift, lost in the tranquil embrace of a forgotten forest, where shadows dance upon sun-kissed leaves and whispers linger in the cool breeze.
Their eyes lock in a timeless embrace, a silent conversation unfolding between them as a symphony of unspoken truths and untold desires. In Lexa's gaze, Clarke finds solace, a sanctuary from the tumultuous waves of uncertainty that crash against her shores.
And in that fleeting moment, amidst the chaos of the bar and the cacophony of laughter and chatter, Lexa's forest green eyes and Clarke's ocean blue ones collide, weaving together a tapestry of longing and possibility, a testament to the timeless power of connection in a world filled with fleeting moments.
“I’m going to head out,” Octavia says slamming back the last of her beer. “My Uber is here.”
“See you around, O.” Clarke says, her eyes not leaving Lexa’s.
Clarke's eyes snap open, the unfamiliarity of her surroundings sending a jolt of panic through her veins. As she tries to shake off the remnants of sleep, she reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair from her eyes, only to freeze in horror as she realizes she can't move her hands.
Her heart lurches in her chest as she frantically attempts to free herself, but the bindings hold fast, securing her arms to her body. With each failed attempt, her panic intensifies, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as adrenaline courses through her veins.
Desperate and disoriented, Clarke kicks the blankets off her legs with a forceful motion, her mind racing as she searches for a way out of her predicament. Every second feels like an eternity as she struggles against her restraints, her heartbeat pounding in her ears as she finally cries out, “HELP!”
Suddenly, the comedian from last night appears beside the bed, popping up from where she’d been sleeping on a pillow under a sheet on the floor, her own expression mirroring Clarke's panic as she surveys the scene.
"What?" she exclaims, her eyes darting around the room in confusion. "What is it?"
"Why did you tie me up?" Clarke demands, her frown deepening with each passing moment.
"I didn't tie you up," Lexa insists, her voice tinged with concern as she reaches out to untie Clarke's bindings. "This is my hoodie."
Clarke's confusion deepens as Lexa's hands work to free her. "Hoodie or not… Why would you tie me up?" she asks, her voice trembling with uncertainty and fear.
"You kept trying to... you know," Lexa hesitates, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I didn't want to take advantage of you."
"Oh my god," Clarke breathes, mortified by the realization of her own actions. "I'm so sorry, I don't remember—" she begins, her words cut short as the bedroom door swings open, revealing Anya standing in the doorway with a pan in her hands, her amber eyes scanning the room for any sign of danger.
"What's going on?" Anya says, her voice laced with confusion as she takes in the scene before her.
"This is so embarrassing," Clarke mumbles, raising her newly freed hands to cover her eyes in a futile attempt to hide her mortification.
Anya's dishevelled appearance is a stark contrast to what Clarke remembers her looking like the previous night, Anya’s bedhead is wild and her lipstick slightly smudged, she’s wearing Pacman boxers and a white undershirt exposing strong legs and impossibly strong arms. Hickeys trail up and down her neck, evidence of a wild night. Despite the chaos of the moment, Anya looks distinctly amused by the scene unfolding before her, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
“I’ll… uh… leave you two alone,” Anya says with a knowing smile, closing the door behind her, leaving Lexa and Clarke alone in the room.
Lexa rises from the floor, a sheepish smile playing on her lips. “I’m sorry about Anya, she’s a little overprotective,” she explains, her voice tinged with amusement.
Clarke's cheeks flush with embarrassment as she frantically searches for her clothes amidst the disarray of the room. “I’m so sorry about all of this,” she murmurs, her voice laced with genuine regret. “I don’t remember anything—”
“It’s okay,” Lexa interrupts gently, her voice soft and reassuring. “Nothing happened, Clarke. Not that I didn’t want it to, you made it so hard…” She catches herself, a blush creeping up her cheeks.
“Hence the hoodie jail?” Clarke chuckles, a sense of relief washing over her as she realizes the true nature of the situation.
“Hence the hoodie jail,” Lexa agrees with a smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement.
“I’m so sorry,” Clarke repeats, her head still in her hands as she struggles to come to terms with the events of the night before.
“Don’t even worry about it,” Lexa reassures her, her smile warm and understanding. In that moment, as their eyes meet in silent understanding, Clarke feels a weight lift off her shoulders, grateful for Lexa's kindness and understanding in the midst of her embarrassment.
"You wanted to drive home last night in that state," Lexa says, reaching for the hotel room nightstand. "I took your car keys from the bar."
"Abduction and hoodie jail," Clarke smiles wryly. "Do you treat all your hecklers like this?"
Lexa chuckles, a playful glint in her eyes. "Ah, you remember the heckling?" With a casual flick of her wrist, she tosses Clarke's car keys into her lap.
"Again, I am so sorry," Clarke says, her expression contrite as she takes hold of the keys.
Lexa waves off the apology with a grin. "No worries."
"Yesterday is the one day a year where the three of us let loose—" Her voice trails off as a sudden realization dawns on her. "Oh god! Raven!"
"She's with Anya," Lexa reassures Clarke calmly.
"And Octavia?" Clarke asks, her concern evident in her voice.
"She Ubered home," Lexa confirms.
Clarke exhales with relief, a weight lifting off her shoulders as she processes the reassurance. In the quiet of the hotel room, surrounded by the remnants of their shared chaos from the night before, she feels a sense of gratitude for Lexa's intervention and understanding. And as she sits there, clutching her car keys in her hand, she knows that despite the unexpected twists and turns of the night, everything will be alright in the end.
"Thank you for having a stranger's back," Clarke says, her smile warm with gratitude.
"I don't think you qualify as a stranger at this point," Lexa chuckles, a playful glint in her eyes.
"Please don't tell me I overshared," Clarke begs, flopping back onto the pillows with a groan.
"I think I know more about you than I do about myself," Lexa smirks, her tone teasing yet genuine.
"Noooo," Clarke groans, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the thought of revealing too much in her inebriated state.
Despite her protest, there's a sense of friendship between them, born out of their shared experiences and the unexpected twists and turns of the night before. And as they share a laugh amidst the comfort of the hotel room, Clarke knows that she's found an unexpected ally in Lexa, one who's willing to stand by her side through the chaos and confusion of it all.
"I'm going to go take a shower in Anya's room. There's some complimentary shower stuff on the counter, you're welcome to all of it. I'll treat you to breakfast?" Lexa offers.
Clarke nods in agreement, appreciating the gesture of hospitality. "Thank you," she replies gratefully.
"My clothes are in here," Lexa continues, indicating the wardrobe. "Help yourself to whatever."
Once Lexa leaves the room, Clarke takes a moment to survey her surroundings. The hotel room is truly massive, far larger than anything she's used to. As she moves toward the bathroom, she can't help but marvel at the luxury of it all.
As Clarke stands beneath the steady stream of warm water, she closes her eyes and lets out a sigh of relief, feeling the tension melt away from her tired muscles. The gentle cascade of water washes away the remnants of a night filled with too much alcohol and unexpected twists, leaving her feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.
With each passing moment, Clarke finds herself sinking deeper into the soothing embrace of the shower, allowing herself to be enveloped by its comforting warmth. The steam fills the air, cocooning her in a sense of tranquility as she rinses away the last traces of the night before.
For a brief moment, she allows herself to forget about the chaos and confusion of the previous evening, focusing instead on the simple pleasure of being present in the here and now. In the solitude of the bathroom, with nothing but the sound of running water to fill the silence, Clarke finds a moment of peace amidst the chaos of her thoughts.
As she finishes her shower and steps out into the cool embrace of the bathroom, Clarke can't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to start afresh. With renewed energy and clarity of mind, she knows that she's ready to face whatever the day may bring, armed with a sense of resilience and determination to make the most of every moment.
As Clarke sifts through Lexa's wardrobe, she can't help but chuckle at the stark contrast between the perfectly tailored suits and the baggy sweatpants and hoodies. It's as if Lexa's wardrobe is a reflection of the two sides of her personality—the polished performer and the laid-back individual.
Opting for comfort over style, Clarke decides to embrace the cozy appeal of the sweatpants and hoodie. Though the pants are a bit snug, she manages to wriggle into them, feeling a sense of amusement at the idea of wearing the comedian's attire.
Pulling the hoodie over her head, Clarke relishes in the familiar scent of fabric softener and faint traces of Lexa's cologne. Despite the unconventional circumstances that led her to wearing these clothes, there's a strange sense of comfort in the familiarity of it all.
With a satisfied smile, Clarke takes one last glance in the mirror before heading out of the room. Clad in Lexa's attire, she feels a sense of camaraderie with the comedian, as if they're sharing a small piece of their lives with each other.
As she moves toward the door, Clarke can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unexpected kindness of her host. With a smile on her face and a newfound spring in her step, she heads out to join Lexa for breakfast, eager to start the day anew.
“I didn’t know what you’d want so we got the mini buffet,” Lexa says motioning to all of the trays on the counter. “Raven and Anya are on the patio.”
As Clarke steps into the common area of the enormous hotel room, the sight of Lexa dishing out bacon and toast onto a plate immediately catches her eye. There's something comforting about the scene, the aroma of sizzling bacon mingling with the warm, homey atmosphere of the room.
“I didn’t know what you’d want so we got the mini buffet,” Lexa explains, motioning to the assortment of trays spread out on the counter. “Raven and Anya are on the patio.”
Clarke follows Lexa's gesture and glances outside, where she sees Raven and Anya seated on the patio, clinking orange juice in champagne glasses. Raven is nestled against Anya's side, their easy connection evident even from a distance.
The scene fills Clarke with a sense of contentment, a feeling of belonging amidst the company of newfound friends. As she joins Lexa at the counter, she can't help but smile at the thought of sharing a meal with them.
"You know, this is way more than I expected when Octavia dragged us to your show last night," Clarke remarks with a smile as she starts to dish up her own breakfast.
"Oh, Octavia dragged you to my show, huh?" Lexa replies, a playful glint in her eyes. "Kicking and screaming, I'd bet."
"Oh no, I was game," Clarke retorts with a chuckle. "She showed me a clip from your last show, you know the one where you flirt with the teacher?"
"I called her mommy, I don't know if that counts as flirting," Lexa laughs, recalling the comedic exchange.
"I'm not about to kink shame anyone," Clarke quips back, her tone light-hearted as she opens the sliding door to the outside.
"Who's kink shaming?" Raven interjects, joining the conversation with a chuckle.
"We're discussing Lexa's mommy kink," Clarke says, placing her plate on the table with a mischievous grin.
"I'm sorry, your what?" Anya splutters, clearly taken aback by the unexpected revelation.
"I do not have a mommy kink," Lexa deadpans, her tone dry and matter-of-fact, as if she's setting the record straight once and for all.