Blame It On The Booze

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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ROUNDS ON ME

Bellamy was finally able to get some rest . . . though it wasn't at all, he had enough to keep him functioning. Since the battle, things had been chaotic . . . not that they were anything but here on the Ark. They had managed to bring Finn back -- along with Murphy -- but not without serious repercussions. He had shot a village of Grounder civillians and well, Bellamy knew first hand how this war could change people. How it had changed people. They were all dealing with it in different ways, snapping in different ways. And Finn had snapped. Right now however, the focus was to bring the others home. With Clarke here, it was doable. Possible. The two of them could do something, even if The Chancellor refused to allow them. Bellamy wasn't going to wait for her to clear the mission.

They had defied her before and Bellamy would do so again. Especially when it was their people at risk. Clarke had found a table for them, while Bellamy offered to go up and get a couple of much needed drinks. They needed to talk about Mount Weather, and Clarke was already sketching out some details. A quiet moment, at long last. Camp Jaha was finally developing, with this little makeshift bar they had set up. As Bellamy made his way forward, all other thoughts had prevented the instinctive looking of a certain individual. That is, until he saw her, and he froze. His eyes remained on her, taking in her presence. She had made it . . . and the only word that he could experience right now was relief.

Pure relief, to see that she was alive, and looking well. Looking good. Real damn good. Bellamy waited in turn, the person in front of him moving to the side so that it was now Bellamy's turn. Gena's back was turned to him, as she had not seen him yet. The same small smile played on his lips, a hint of a smirk in his features as he watched her for a few moments, before speaking to capture her attention. "Some things never change." It was a tease; a joke. Because she had been working in a similar field on the Ark, and then down here. Besides, it was a good way to break the ice, and avoid all the inevitable tension that surrounded this entire damn place.

[Gena Martin]

It was easier if you got into a routine and hers, well it was helping. Giving out alcohol helped people numb pain. Giving out food helped the hunger, though they were still strictly rationed. She was confident that would change. There was no way they wouldn't establish a stable food source at first, right? She was in her element, happy, almost as she was dealing out alcohol. It was safe. It would not make her think of her mother or her friend or anyone she had lost even though the hurt lingered underneath the surface, coming out when she stopped. For tonight she didn't have to stop for another hour. Gena actually hummed a tune as she almost danced behind the corner, pouring drinks of all strengths for the people. She did so until she laid eyes on her next customer, until she heard him speak so nonchalantly like it hasn't been a month since he went missing. She had feared the worst. She though he got floated. She thought he was injured. She thought he died on impact. And here he was, alive and almost happy. She couldn't even describe the mixture of fear and relief she felt. Her face, for a moment battling between dark anger and a grin. She gave in to the anger, to the hot headed powerful emotion that was driven by the fear she had felt for him. Gena threw the barcloth onto the counter - she'd never act physically violent on him, but she needed to do something physical, so the cloth had to take the brunt of it.


"You ass!" She said, voice not even raised. Because that would not give her anything, nor him. He was alive. That was what mattered. "You disappear without a word. I was worried!" But he was fine. He was fine now. Good. And maybe it was always him being fine, him getting better after his traumatic time. That would be so good. Gena reached out, hand ruffling through his hair. "What can I get you? We have shitty strong stuff and shitty not so strong stuff. I would go for the shitty stuff, I heard it's REALLY shitty."


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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ROUNDS ON ME

Bellamy watched her reaction, a flicker of amusement crossing his features as she threw down the cloth and cursed at him. He was hardly insulted, knowing her well enough to understand that the insult came from the concern she felt for him. Really, he was touched by it. He could only imagine what she thought of him after learning that he had shot the Chancellor to get onto the drop ship. He hadn't been a violent person on the Ark. Though that part of him died the moment he fired the gun at Jaha. Down here, he had become someone else. And he knew, that that person . . . may be someone she felt afraid of. Disgusted by. Or fearful of. The thought made him feel sick, but he hid any notion of his own fear, and just conversed with her as if nothing had changed.

She made it so damn easy to forget all else. And just . . . be. Just enjoy the moment. A very rare occurance for Bellamy. "It's good to see you too," he teased, though he meant the words. Good was truly an understatement. He felt, elated to see that she had survived the crash. He had even worried that she may be one of the volunteers in the culling. He already couldn't forgive himself for is part in the death of hundreds of their people but if she had been among them . . . well, fortunately that was not something that he even dare dwell on the possibility of. Her question and options that followed prompted his smile to remain on his lips.

"That all sounds pretty tempting," he said jokingly. "You know me well enough, surprise me." They had spent time together when he had been a janitor and she in a similar field of serving food and drink. He trusted her judgment. "Two cups," he added on, not having entirely forgotten that Clarke would be waiting for him. But the desire to catch up with Gena caused him to linger here longer than he would have if it was any other person serving the drinks. He had a strong affection for the woman and well . . . on the Ark, he'd often thought of how if things had been different . . . well, he could have been pretty happy with her.

[Gena Martin]

It’s good to see you, too. How the hell did he pick those words? How the hell? But then again this was Bellamy. This was the big brother of a hot headed teenager. He knew how people could let out their anger and compared to others Gena had seen, her anger was relatively easy to deal with. It was just words, a cloth mistreated and nothing more. It was her trying to deal with emotions while needing to let them out to a certain extent. But his words were disarming. It was just Bellamy being Bellamy. And he was okay. He was in one piece and well enough to be the way she had known him on the Ark, so Gena couldn’t help a soft smile. 

Gena grabbed some of the really strong stuff and some not so strong stuff as well as something for the taste to mix it. It was not what she would usually give Bellamy, but she was sure it would do the trick. What he usually got was not available down here right now. As he said he needed two, she was hoping that the second drink would be for his sister, but then again they might be for a friend, too. Whatever it was, she had to ask. As she placed the first drink in front of him, she had to ask. “Not your usual, but I think you might like it. Is the other one for your sister?” She hoped they were united. “She’s safe, right? You protected her.” At least he would have tried, because that was Bellamy.

Bellamy Blake