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isn't she a looker

A sigh escaped Clarke's lips as she inhaled the cold air, the sting of it laying over her where she stood on the balcony. She heard steps and felt a warm hand on her bare back and looked to her side to see Finn. "Your mother called you back in, you can't hide on the balcony all night. After all how often do you get to go to a ball?"

Clarke suppressed a sigh and turned to him. "More often than you'd think when you're the daughter of the hospitals owner and the head over the trauma surgeon department... well was at least."

She saw Finn's gaze avert downwards to their feet where two cigarette stumps were hidden in a conveniently located plant. "Again?" Finn asked and Clarke sighed. "Let's go in." Finn suggested and Clarke nodded and followed him inside.

Finn released his hand on her back, his fingertips grazing the fabric of her red dress, cut low in the back. She walked inside ahead of him, her gaze going around at couples eating, dancing, talking and laughing. She found her mother in a group of people and approached them quickly, moving to stand next to Abby.

"Honey, there you are. Let me introduce you to Lexa Woods, our very generous donor to help make the new hospital wing a reality."

Clarke's gaze shifted to the woman wearing a spotless looking suit, brown chestnut curls spilling down her left blazer clad shoulder. "Nice to meet you." She extended an arm and studied the woman, high cheekbones and a sharp jaw defining her face with plump, pink lips and piercing green eyes. "Likewise." The woman said and took her hand, and the spark of interest that had been lit at the first gaze died down inside Clarke.

She wasn't supposed to be here, and she knew it. But the board couldn't keep her out of the ball and her mother wouldn't allow her to stay away from it. "I suppose we owe you our gratitude for your large donation miss Woods." Clarke said stiffly and the brunette raised a brow.

"Not really, I didn't donate to get gratitude. And feel free to call me Lexa, but if you'll excuse me I'll go help myself to a drink." She left them and Abby smiled at Clarke. "Isn't she a looker?" She smiled and Clarke nodded, feeling Finn shift behind her and she turned to him. "Don't worry babe you're a looker too." She smiled and he chuckled. "Yeah I know, that's why you're marrying me right?" He joked stiffly and Clarke stifled a sigh, for probably the hundredth time tonight and mustered a smile.

"I think a drink is a good idea." She said and trailed after Lexa, leaving Finn, her soon to be engaged, as he refers it as. When he had brought up the idea of marriage, she had quickly told him that even though she saw it for them in the future, she wasn't ready for the marriage talk yet. Luckily it had been enough to keep the meant to be secret wedding ring in Finn's pocket, but since then he continuingly kept bringing up the topic of marriage in their discussions, probably scanning Clarke's reaction for a sign that she was ready.

She arrived by the bar next to Lexa and watched her get served. "I'll have what she's having." She said and was given a glass of scotch, taking a slow sip. "Would have taken you for a wine drinker." Lexa said and Clarke raised a brow, seating next to her on one of the barstools. "As long as there's booze in it i'd drink anything." She said, taking another swig. "Yeah thank god for open bar right?" Lexa said and Clarke prodded an eyebrow towards the ceiling of her forehead. "Yes because I bet you couldn't afford to pay for your drinks, big shot." She said, earning a smile from the tight lipped brunette.

"Maybe paying for your wing cleaned me out." Lexa quipped back. "It's not my wing, but of course, let me buy you a drink then." She nodded the bartender for two more drinks and smirked at the brunette. Lexa put down her empty glass. "That's a cheap trick. Not even going to pay for the drink you're so called buying me?" She turned to Clarke with her full body and Clarke did the same, the two girls facing each other completely.