“I might have had a few shots.” ~ Bellarke
Bellamy caught her as she wobbled and tripped down on the stairs coming out of the bar, and he sighed a little as he grabbed her legs and swooped her up in his arms. He wasn’t going to help her walk if he could just carry her back to his apartment instead - it was just easier that way, and she wasn’t that heavy. “What did I tell you about limits?” He scolded, as he turned a corner. He wasn’t annoyed that she was drunk. He got drunk with Clarke all the time. He was annoyed because she had endangered herself and Bellamy’s sanity. He couldn’t work at the bar and fend off all the admirers that his girlfriend seemed to get every time she went into public. He looked down at her gently and smiled at her, shifting her in his arms as she started to slip. “You need to be careful next time, Princess. How am I supposed to keep you safe when a knight doesn’t know his princess is putting herself in danger?” He raised an eyebrow and his smile turned into a smirk. She was going to have such a bad hangover in the morning.







