"Do you want to talk about it?" Clarke's gaze flickered over to where Octavia was lounging on the picnic bench. The fire flickered over her features and cast shadows along her jaw line which shifted as she brought the red cup up to her lips. Clarke looked down and toyed with the cup in her hands.

"Talk about what?" Octavia turned to look at her with a 'don't bull-shit me' look and Clarke sighed and rolled her shoulder backwards, letting the tension release. "You mean Lexa don't you," it was more a statement than a question and Octavia nodded slowly, watching as Clarke looked towards the fire.

Clarke smiled slightly, "I think I like her Octavia… like, really like her. Whenever she's with me I just feel," she toyed with the rim of the cup, "I feel safe. Other times I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest…" she trailed off and Octavia smiled and placed her hand on the blonde's knee.

"What are you scared of babe? I've seen the way you two look at each other," she placed a hand to her chest and scoffed, rolling her eyes slightly which caused Clarke to smile. "She is totally into you, I just think she is scared." Clarke felt her heart ache slightly as she took in Octavia's words. 'Why would she be into me, I'm nothing special?' Octavia smacked her arm, reading her thoughts.

"Don't you go doing that thing where you go into self-deprecating mode. You are literally the most fantastic person I know," she waved her hand at herself, "present company excluded," she winked. "You're a total hottie, you have an artists hands," she wiggled her eyebrows and Clarke giggled and looked down, biting her lip. "you are smart as fuck, and the Captain digs your chili." Octavia wrapped her arm and pulled Clarke in for a side hug. Clarke nestled into the brunette and let the praise lift her spirits. "Cheer up buttercup, you are going to be fine."

"You always know what to say Octavia," Clarke lifted her eyes to Octavia and smiled gratefully, "thank you." Octavia beamed and stood up as she took the last swig of her drink and motioned for Clarke to do the same before grabbing the blonde's cup and heading to the cooler.

"Enough of this serious talk, let's let loose and have a little fun, what do ya say?" Octavia tossed her a beer and Clarke stood up and twisted her body, regaining some of the feeling in her back.

Bouncing over she popped the tab and lifted the can dramatically, her head high into the air. "Cheers, to good times and good company," Octavia laughed and echoed, "good times, good company."

…

The day was winding down and it was completely dark by the time the team had gathered around the fire, chatting and drinking. Clarke was having a great time talking to Raven and stealing glances at the ridiculously-attractive Captain who was lounging across the fire with a content expression gracing her features.

"So," Octavia grinned devilishly from her place on the other side of Raven. "What're are we going to make Clarke do for her initiation into the team?"

Harper chimed in, "Dude, they made me strip, drink a full bottle of tequila, including the worm, and from what I remember, which is very little," she scrunched her eyebrows, "every time anyone yelled pig I had to get down on the ground and," she used air quotes, "sizzle." Clarke who was in between feelings of panic and excitement clutched her stomach and laughed.

"So what's it going to be soccer girl…" Octavia mused as she tapped her chin with her finger. Clarke's laughter died down and she realized that Octavia had a glint in her eyes that assured she was in for quite the night.

"I got it!" Raven clapped her hands and everyone looked at her expectantly. "What if we set up an obstacle course, after each obstacle she has to take a shot and continue," Octavia nodded encouragingly and a small smile appeared on her face as she leaned in and whispered something in Ravens ear that made her smile grow tenfold. Nodding enthusiastically she looked at Clarke. "Okay blondie locks, I need you to go wait over there," she pointed towards the edge of site and Clarke huffed and glanced at Lexa who had a lazy smile on her face that made Clarke flush a little as she walked away and sat down on a stump.

She strained her ears to catch any key words or phrases that might clue her in but all of the girls were huddled and whispering excitedly.

After ten more minutes and a nervous Clarke was called over to meet her fate. She sat and everyone turned to look at her with the exception of a few who scattered into the trees. Octavia took the lead.

"Alright babe, there are five challenges which are being set up right now, after each stage you are required to take a victory shot," Clarke nodded and Octavia lifted her chin and paced in front of her slowly, hands clasped behind her back in a formal manner.

A whistle was heard from the trees and Octavia grinned and took Clarke by the arm, pulling her up and guiding her towards the woods. The group of girls giggled as they whispered and Clarke just hoped her body would be able to down five shots in such a short time without throwing up.

"Here is the first challenge," Clarke's eyes adjusted to the flashlight that glimpsed her eyes and looked down to find a box of tinfoil. Octavia giggled and placed the box in Clarke's hands. "You have to cover yourself in tin foil first then," she pointed in the distance and Clarke could make out the faint silhouettes of something. "You're gonna have to take a shot, climb through five hoola hoops which are suspended from branches, take another shot, run a quarter of a mile while avoiding a barrage of soccer balls being kicked at you, take yet another shot," Octavia sucked in a breath, "then you've got to stuff as many marshmallows in your face as possible and shot-gun a beer all within five minutes. Oh, and the last station is a surprise."

"Think you can do it princess?" Raven teased and Clarke glared and huffed indignantly.

"You bet your ass I can," a few of the girls slapped Clarke encouragingly on the back and she got into position, eyes drifting towards Lexa who had yet to say a word but stood watching Clarke with slightly furrowed brows. She looked like she was pondering something but before she could dwell Octavia's voice rang out.

"GO!" She clicked the stop watch and Clarke frantically grabbed the roll of foil. Wrapping herself with careless hands she wound it up to her neck and tried to run forward. The foil ripped a little but clung to her as she threw the box and bee-lined for the hoops.

Awkwardly hopping Clarke took the shot offered to her and the team followed as she haphazardly flung herself through the hoops, ignoring the cat calls and foil nipping at her ankles. The last hoop fell as she caught her foot on it which caused her to pitch forward and nearly fall on her face. The girls ran up ahead and Clarke couldn't see but followed the lights which were in two lines, Clarke noticed the balls sitting at their feet and took the shot Raven held out for her at the starting line.

"You have two minutes left, go go go," Clarke shuddered as the vodka slid down her throat and her once sober feet carried her forward. She tried to avoid the balls that were flying in the air and just as she thought she was in the clear one hit her in the stomach with a solid thud and caused her to stop. This allowed all of the other girls to collect and kick their balls. Clarke laughed and covered her head as she was hit with at least 6. "GO CLARKE" someone yelled which spurred her to continue and choke down the shot at the end of the run, her uneven steps betraying her.

With one minute to go Clarke grabbed the bag of marshmallows and shoved as many as she could in her mouth. She was focused on her task and when a beer was handed to her she grabbed her pocket knife and stabbed it, tilted, and popped the tab. The mellows became goo in her mouth and Clarke had to force herself to swallow the fizzy liquid, praying her stomach wouldn't be too upset with her.

"DONE!" Clarke spit out the remaining paste and took her shot, swaying slightly only to be steadied by the hands of her team mates which were rocking her back and forth with congratulations. Clarke laughed but was cut short by a maniacal cackle that caused everyone t o abruptly stop laughing and look to where Octavia was standing. Looking slightly abashed Octavia ran a hand through her hair before laughing.

"Sorry, I didn't realize it would be quite that… alarming, I don't think I've ever actually made that sound before." She waved her hand and brushed it off, "anyway, I was going to say that there is still one more thing you have left to do." 'Oh yeah, the surprise,' Clarke watched as Raven came forward with a tent and Clarke's bag in her hand.

She dropped them at Clarke's feet. "You will be spending the night out here, alone." Clarke's mouth fell open as she realized she was serious.

"What?! Come on, I don't wannnna," she was feeling the alcohol and was proud when her voice sounded somewhat composed. Clarke knew that the moment she was alone she would start hearing noises which would cause her to fabricate a multitude of stories about killers and demons living in the woods, waiting for their chance to kill her. If it hadn't been for the alcohol she would have had a panic attack but instead she resigned to her fate and grabbed the tent. Octavia winked at her and handed her a joint and lighter before leaning closer.

"I know you're scared of the dark, but don't worry babe, I've got a plan," with a wink and a slobbery kiss on the cheek, Octavia hooked her arm around Raven and coerced then team down the trail.

Sighing and sitting down, Clarke removed the tin foil and using her flashlight began undoing the bag to the tent. "Ugh. This is the worst," Clarke put her head in her hands and sat there for a moment, warm and content to wallow before doing anything else.

A few moments later she heard a branch snap and her head shot up. 'Oh god. Please don't let this be happening. Should I call out?' Clarke flipped off her light and held her breath. 'The once friendly air seemed heavy with anticipation as Clarke felt her hairs stand up at the sound of another crunch.

'That one was definitely closer,' she shoved her hand into her pocket and pulled out the knife, crouching quietly and trying to figure out what was approaching.

"Clarke?" Lexa's voice filtered into her ears and she let out a laugh as her fear melted away. Standing up she flipped on her light and saw Lexa standing with a bag in one hand, flashlight in the other. "My batteries ran out," she pulled a twig from her hair and Clarke found it absolutely adorable. Walking closer Clarke grinned and touched Lexa lightly on the arm.

"Why are you out here? I thought I was supposed to spend the night alone?" Lexa looked down and shrugged lightly.

"I remember you saying you were afraid of the dark so I thought," she scratched the back of her head nervously and Clarke had to restrain from touching the girls' face. "I thought I could keep you company," she still refused to meet Clarke's eyes, "If that is alright, that is."

Alcohol giving her courage Clarke threw her arms around Lexa and shoved her face into the crook of her neck. Lexa stiffened and awkwardly moved her arms to rest around Clarke's neck. Clarke reveled in the way their bodies fit together and the fruity smell of Lexa's shampoo. She lingered for a moment longer before pulling away and giving the girl a smile.

Forest green eyes were wide and she gave Clarke a hesitant smile. "So I can stay then?"

Clarke laughed and gestured to the tent that was still laying on the ground. "Of course you can, what's mine is yours." They moved to pitch the tent, chatting easily.

Clarke let a smile rest on her lips and looked to the girl standing next to her wishing she could just reach out and take the hand that casually knocked against hers.

'This will be one hell of a night,' Clarke looked over at Lexa again and hoped she hadn't gotten herself in over her head.