FANDOM: The 100
When Clarke stumbles through the door of the bar where Lexa works after closing, she's suddenly very glad that she forgot to lock the door.
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Lexa was exhausted as she went through the motions of her closing procedures. It had been a busy night, her tip jar was overflowing and her feet were killing her and she was just ready to go home, have a beer and pass out. She'd just begun sweeping when she heard movement coming from the front door and silently cursed herself for forgetting to lock the front door.
“I'm sorry, we're closed,” she called out as the door swung open to reveal a gorgeous blonde.
“I know,” the other woman said sheepishly, her cheeks pink as her chest heaved from the exertion. “I ran all the way back, I'm pretty sure I left my purse here earlier.”
Lexa cocked her head to the side as she tried to remember serving her, but it was no use. There had been such a crush of people that it was hardly surprising but she was still disappointed and almost glad that she hadn't missed out on seeing such a beautiful woman. “I have a purse behind the bar, I bet it's probably yours,” she smiled.