"My friends, this is a historic Unity Day. Every year, we mark the moment our ancestors of the twelve stations joined to form the Ark, but this is the last time we do so while aboard her. Next year, on the ground."
Jasper, Monty and I could hear the Chancellor giving his annual Unity Day speech from the tent we were currently in, making moonshine. The rest of The 100 deserved a day to themselves, to just relax and not worry. Unity Day was the perfect opportunity and the batch we were currently making was the perfect partner to go along with it.
As soon as Monty and I finished making the moonshine, Jasper walked out of the tent with the jug held high in the air. Monty and I followed behind him.
"Whoo! Yeah!" he cheered. "Ryder and Monty strike again! Hey!" As soon as he neared the center of camp, the delinquents started rounding up near him. "Call this batch Unity Juice! Who's thirsty?" They all held out their cups, letting Jasper move from one person to the next, spilling special moonshine into their mugs. As more people passed by Monty and I, they patted us on the backs or gave us high-fives to show us their appreciation.
"Happy Unity Day," we sang as we bumped into Jasper. "Pass it around." I grabbed mugs, helping Jasper pour the special batch.
We drank well into the night, long after the connection to the Ark had disconnected. We had the militia on watch, in case any Grounders wanted to ruin our fun, and unfortunately Bellamy seemed to be on watch too. I was currently stood next to him, trying to get my mind out of the gutter once I saw him with a gun in his hand while trying to persuade him to drink with me.
As we playfully argued, or well, I argued as Bellamy tried to stop snorting at my silliness, Clarke walked up to us, sighing with defeat. "Hey," she greeted as I almost lost balance. Bellamy reached a hand out to grab my own to steady me. "The comms are still dead. They cut out during the pageant." Clarke also seemed unfazed by my loose attitude.
"Best Unity Day ever," Bellamy sarcastically inputted, adding on a fake smile to go along with his comment.
As I giggled at what I thought was the best line he'd ever said, Clarke looked over at me, then at the dancing, drunk crowd behind us. "Do you really think now is a good time to be having a party? I mean, the Grounder is out there."
"Grounders," Bellamy corrected. "By now, he's made it home. He's probably putting together a lynch mob."
I giggled, throwing an arm around Bellamy, who had to bend his knees a little to let me do so. "Relax, Clarkey. Bell's got security covered, don't you, babe?" He cautiously nodded his head, having noticed my calling him babe for the first time. Were I sober, I don't think I would've done it so nonchalantly. "You look like you could use a drink," I pointed out to the blonde.
"I could use more than one," she mumbled.
"Then have more than one. Clarke, the Exodus ship carrying your mother comes down here in two days. After that, the party's over. Have some fun while you still can. You deserve it. Besides, just look at Ryder here; she's having fun, aren't you, Ry?" I nodded happily, bringing my cup full of Unity Juice up to my lips. Before I could tip it back, Bellamy had taken it from my hands and placed it on the ground next to us. As I tried reaching for it, he pulled my hand away, shaking his head. "Maybe a little too much fun."
I pouted, letting Clarke respond. "Yeah. Okay. So do you, by the way," she referred to his needing a drink.
"See?" I turned to the tall boy next to me. "I told you."
He rolled his eyes, letting Clarke walk away after he said, "I'll have my fun when the Grounders come." He then turned to me, placing a kiss on my forehead and mockingly mumbling, "Unity Day," with a smile as he took a bite out of his apple.
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RYDER ▸ BELLAMY BLAKEFanfiction
97 years after a nuclear war destroyed Earth, 100 juvenile delinquents are sent back to the ground in hopes of discovering if the planet is still habitable. Among The 100 is Ryder Smoak, a young, reckless, energetic ball of fire who seems to be tryi...