Been toying with this idea for a while and have a few chapters written. Going to see how the first 2 go down. Hopefully the concept of what I'm trying to do will become clear! Enjoy..
"It's done!" screamed Fat Amy as she crashed into the kitchen. "After last night, 'The Chloe Beale, A-Z of alcohol' is complete!"
The rest of the Bellas cheered and high fived, clearly elated at the news. Emily just raised her eyebrow in confusion.
"What's the Chloe Beale A-Z of alcohol?" she questioned, hint of embarrassment in her voice, upset that she did not just yet understand all the inside jokes the Bellas had formed over the years.
"Oh my god dude. The Chloe Beale A-Z of alcohol is the greatest achievement of the Bellas."
"Um. I'm pretty sure that was our world title." Cynthia-Rose stated.
"Beca. Seriously. It is not that important. In fact Legacy, it's nothing. Just a stupid joke Beca, Fat Amy and Aubrey started."
"Aw Red. That's cute you don't believe we've done this."
"Done what?" questioned Emily, eager to be let in on the joke.
"In the six years she's been here, we've managed to obtain a drunken story for every letter of the alphabet that Chloe has somehow been involved in or started. She gets herself in some- interesting- situations." Aubrey, who was visiting the Bellas for a weekend, seeing if the bond had lasted after their world title win, explained.
"It is a masterpiece that we've been logging since I first got drunk with Chloe and she ended up wrestling the Barden mascot. I was pretty out of it too, so wrote it down to be able to remember it the next morning and it just progressed from there. Every time Red did something stupid when drunk, in the book it went." Beca chimed in.
"And somehow these stories are more important than the story about that time I was kidnapped and held at ransom for tacos in Mexico" sighed Flo.
"Get your jammies on and get comfy Bellas. It's story time." Fat Amy announced as she sat down in the middle of the sofa circle, parading around a leather notebook.
"I'm just going to go and-"
"Oh hell no Beale. You sit your arse down on Shawshank's lap and you do not move until all twenty-six stories have been heard. Or I'll prove to you I'm the best wallaby wrestler in Australia. With toenails. Let's go Pitches."