"dear clarke, i think you got grounder married, but that's fine cause your wife is hot af and kicks people out of balconies... your mom's hot af too btw"
“Okay,” Bellamy had been reading over Raven’s shoulder and took the pen out of her hand, “No more drunk letter writing for you.”
Raven reached for the pen that Bellamy put behind his back and almost fell off of her stool. “Give it back. I need to ask Clarke how bad she’ll injure me when I make a pass at her mom.”
“How do you think this letter is going to get to her?” Bellamy tapped the pen on the top of Raven’s head.
Raven put her hand on top of her head, “C’mon, Bellamy. I just…I really think she’s…” Raven sighed, “She’s way too good for me, Bell.”
“Chancellor,” Bellamy stated. grabbing the paper off of the bar where Raven was composing her poorly composed letter.
“Yes, the Chancellor,” Raven grabbed for the paper, “I just need to make sure Clarke won’t sick her new wife on me if I try to kiss her mom because Abby is so hot and I’m -” She stopped cold.
Apparently Bellamy’s statement was a warning and not a question. Abby had walked in and was standing next to the bar.
“A-Abby,” Raven stuttered, “How much of that did you…All of it.”
Abby looked at the bar and nodded, “Can you give us a minute Bellamy?”
He nodded, “Yes ma’am.” He patted Raven on the back and walked out of market area.
Abby sat across the bar from Raven and smoothed out the crumpled letter. “Dear Clarke-”
Raven snatched the letter away, “Please don’t read that.” She leaned heavily on the bar, “I’ve had a shit day. I’m kinda drunk.” Raven shoved the paper in her pocket, “It helps to just…fantasize sometimes.”
“Fantasize?” Abby bit her bottom lip over a smile, “I’m a fantasy of yours?”
Raven’s cheeks blushed heavily. She ducked her head and mumbled, “You’re like the fantasy.”
“Why did you tell me?” Abby bent down to catch Raven’s eyes.
Raven rested her chin in her hand, “Because I like being your friend and I didn’t want to make things weird because you don’t like me like that.”
“I think you’re the best friend I have,” Abby earnestly told Raven over the empty bar.
“Yeah?” Raven raised her eyebrows.
Abby nodded. She looked at her hands that were placed carefully on the bar, “But um, I’m sure that Clarke would want me to be happy and I doubt that Lexa has time to send anyone to injure you.”
Raven’s clouded brain made it hard for her to connect the dots. Then her brain started firing on all cylinders again, “Does that mean that I can…ask you out?”
Abby shrugged, “I suppose that’s up to you.”