Disclaimer: I own nothing from Pitch Perfect or A League of Their Own. I am most probably not even the first person to come up with the glorious idea of what if a certain a capella group were a baseball team instead.
Aubrey knows that pitchers get ejected, fined, and even suspended for throwing a ball anywhere near another player's head. But she figures she has big enough a trust fund and good enough pre-law skills to minimize repercussions if she fires one right at Beca now.
"I like the way you work it," she hears Beca tell Chloe as they leave the field mid-inning. Chloe has just gotten Aubrey to strike out a fourth straight batter on a fastball-up-and-in, changeup-up-and-in, and sinker-down-and-away. Before that, the last hitter had swung through a flurry of curveballs that dropped in at all corners of the strike zone.
Aca-scuse me, Aubrey thinks. Chloe might have suggested those pitches but I was the one who nailed them!
"It's just that Aubrey loses control sometimes, right?" Beca continues. "So just—when her pitches aren't landing where you want them to, you know, frame your catch so it'll look like a strike..."
Puny, insolent, know-it-all, starting-pitcher-wannabe—Aubrey doesn't even finish the thought as Chloe laughs and swats Beca with her mitt.
"I know! God, you are such a dork! I know how to handle Bree!"
"It's just..." Beca stops and lets out an embarrassed grin. "I'm sorry. It's just you really do work a batter well and... It'd be a waste if you couldn't sell a few strikes. Gotta bag it up, you know?"
The two disappear into the dugout, Beca still sheepishly apologizing and Chloe giggling. Striding after them, Aubrey isn't quite sure if Beca has taken digs at her pitching ability (as if she could! She's a Posen; naturally she has skill—strikeouts are not decided on whether or not Chloe one-ups umpires!). She isn't sure either if, right now, she still wants to throw a baseball at Beca, or if she just wants to hit Chloe instead.
Aubrey's sure of one thing, though, as she watches her best friend and best peeve gulp down Gatorade from the cooler—and oh God, for serious, is Chloe actually asking Beca to teach her that cup cheer—?
She's not digging what she sees. She's not digging it at all.