So here goes this first one shot! It takes place the Halloween of the girls' senior year. The prompt was given to my by thecurlingiron, she's super awesome and you should read her stories! Alright I hope you like this! And don't forget if you want to see something happen with the characters from my first three stories just pm me or leave a comment with a prompt and I will gladly try my best to write it! Oh and the next prompt is from brookester27! Thanks for reading!

November 1, 2015

Four years into college and I've finally hit rock bottom. By rock bottom I mean passed out on the floor completely shitfaced sleeping next to what is quite possibly vomit. Very vaguely I remember telling Chloe that she should make good choices, I probably should have listened to my own advice.

In my sleep I rolled over onto my side and then winced awake, my body was sore, my throat was sore, and that definitely was vomit next to me. Sitting up I looked around the living room, most of the Bellas were scattered around the room. Jessica was sleeping on the couch next to me with her head hanging over the side, I guess I could assume she was the one that threw up. Amy was laying spread eagle on the floor covered and surrounded by candy and empty wrappers, no one was moving but me. I looked around at the rest of the girls lying around the room and then spotted Lilly sitting in the corner smoking. "Hey, don't do that in here," I said hoarsely, like her smoking was really the problem in my apartment. She said something inaudible then stalked out of the door.

When Lilly was gone I looked around the room again and noticed Sam, Amber, and Stacie were missing. Where the hell are they? I tried to stand up to look for them, but my hung over body wouldn't have any of it and I fell over on Jessica who grunted and pushed me off her. Moaning I decided to crawl to Amber's room first because it was closer, I carefully made my way over sleeping Bellas and empty bottles. Damn we went hard last night.

In the darkness of Amber's room I once again tried to stand up and managed to pulled myself up with the help of her dresser. My head swam and darkness clouded my eyes while I swayed on the spot for a few seconds, but finally it cleared and I squinted around her room. I spotted a pair of feet sticking out from under her bed, by the nail polish I knew it was Stacie. There was an empty Jack Daniels and an almost empty bottle of White Cherry Skinny Girl Vodka beside the bed, something made me think that it wasn't so good if you ingested a whole bottle. Amber was asleep holding a giant inflatable giraffe and covered in glitter. Where did she get that?

Half of her hair was blonde, the rest of it was her normal color, her sheets revealed what happened to the other blonde dye. I sat down at the end of her bed and felt movement beneath me, Sam's head popped up at the end of the bed, she squinted around until she saw me then her head disappeared under the comforter. Amber jerked awake after I spent a few minutes prodding her in the leg, she looked around in confusion, "I had a dream I slept with a giraffe, his name was Hank." My eyebrows went up and I laughed a little at the shocked look on her face when she saw the giraffe next to her.

"Was it this giraffe?" I slowly drawled out my question with a smirk on my face. She was currently checking out the anatomy of the giraffe in her bed.

"Nope! We're clear!" she tried to high five me, but we both missed. "Beca, where's your cape?" her eyebrows were knit together while she took in my incomplete costume. Glancing around her room to try and find the fur lined cape I shrugged and gave up. She rolled on to her back to look at me better, "I'm pretty sure I almost got alcohol poisoning last night," she whispered seriously. "How am I still alive?"

I was doubled over laughing at her, "Remember when you could barely take a shot? Now you did like 8 tequila shots in a row, it was impressive. Then you moved on to the whiskey, I don't know what happened after that because I think I blacked out after awhile, but I'm really surprised you're not dead. Happy, but surprised." She rolled back over onto her stomach and buried her face in her now platinum blonde pillow, her sheets sounded like bottles hitting together. "Your bed is clinking with empties," this time it was her turn to laugh heartily.

Lifting up her sheets she looked down and pulled out two beer bottles and an empty skinny girl, "Damn, Bethenny Frankel and her delicious vodka. Hey, can you hand me that one by Stacie's feet?" I leaned over and she gasped, "Beca, why do you have a horse hoof bruise on your back?" she was trying to stay serious but ended up laughing a lot.

I straightened back up and handed her the bottle, "I don't know-oh my God are you trying to kill yourself?" She finished off the bottle then tossed it down on the floor.

"I'm just taking the edge off the hangover," she explained while she tried to stand up. When she was on her feet she took one step then slammed down on the floor. "Whoa, Beca, did you see that?" laughing she tried to get up and fell over again. "The floor wants to be my best friend," she kissed it and then started laughing again.

"You're still really drunk."

"You are."

"Who's on the floor?"

"Me and Stacie!" she giggled and then passed out again.

Halloween

It was loud before I even got close to the apartment, but when I opened the door it was practically deafening. All of the Bellas were over getting ready for the party we were going to for Halloween. Winding my way through all the girls I searched for Jesse, finally I found him and laughed at what he was doing. Fat Amy was in the corner of the room with my boyfriend who was putting brown makeup on her face, she was going to the party as Mrs. Potato Head, or Nicki Minaj. "The people can decide who I am, their makeup is pretty much interchangeable," she told us when she revealed her costume idea. He smiled and waved when he saw me then quickly got back to work.

One more scan of the room and I saw Amber, already dressed, giving directions to people with a smile on her face. That smile was the difference between her being in charge and Aubrey being in charge. With Aubrey it was a kind of crazed glint in her eyes and direct orders without questions, but with Amber you got a softer voice and a smile. "Okay, you guys, this box is our goal for the night! We want it full of candy after we're done trick or treating!" she pointed to the box that Lincoln had just placed in the middle of the room. We were going trick or treating first because Lincoln wasn't exactly invited to the party because he had already graduated, so we decided as a group to go trick or treating on campus. "So, Stace, get your boobs out if you need to because we want candy," everyone laughed while Stacie pushed her boobs around to reposition them.

She was dressed like a typical American slut...I mean girl. Black latex, a tail, and cat ears. That constituted as a cat costume, right? Yes, for Stacie. Lilly was standing in front of the mirror drawing a Mexican death mask on her face, Sam was putting the finishing touches on her Lady Gaga costume, Jessica was slipping on her jacket, she was going as a flight attendant. I thought that was cheating seeing as all she had to do was put on her old Bella uniform. Cynthia and Denise were dressed as Mario and Luigi, Ashley was a cheerleader, Jesse was Captain America, and finally Lincoln and Amber were dressed very convincingly as Jay Gatsby and Daisy. "Beca! You need to get dressed as...um that Stark girl."

She kept forgetting who I was going as, I rolled my eyes and looked at her with her blonde hair and flapper costume. "Her name is Arya Stark and you would know that if you actually paid attention when we watch Game Of Thrones together!" we always watch it together, or I watch and she does other things in the room.

"We watch Game of Thrones together?" she looked confused then her face broke into a smile. "Go get ready then, your highness!" I trudged off to the bathroom and came out 15 minutes later pulling my cape around me. Amber was handing out pillow cases to everyone, "When your pillow case is full bring it back here and dump it in the box," she instructed. "Let's go have fun!" We left and branched off, Jesse and I went with Amber and Lincoln. "You look nice, Arya," she laughed and I stuck my nose up at her. "It was a compliment, shorty."

Up ahead we could see Stacie at a dorm door. "Trick or treat!" she said and stuck out her pillow case, the guy at the door dropped in a few pieces. She looked in the bag and back up at him, then grabbed the back of his neck and started making out with him. After a few minutes he dumped the rest of the bowl into her pillow case and tried to give her his number. She only took the candy.

"If either one of you do that, you're dead," Jesse said with all the dignity he could muster while wearing spandex.

An hour and a half later and everyone met back at Amber's and my apartment to deposit their candy. We overachieved and could have filled three of the boxes with all of the candy we had. Stacie however seemed to be the most successful, closely followed by Lilly. I think she had the scary factor on her side. We had 15 minutes before the party, Jesse had to leave because he had work in the morning and Lincoln soon followed. "Nothing too crazy, Amber," he said while he left with his jacket over his shoulder.

Ignoring him she smoothed down the corners of his vest and re-centered his tie. "You should wear three piece suits more often, they look good on you," she leaned forward and kissed him lightly with a slight smile on her lips. He had one eyebrow raised, "Ugh, I'll try my best to be good, I love you, now LEAVE!" Pushing him towards the door he captured her lips one more time then allowed himself to be shut out in the hallway.

That's when our night really began. We had to start off with some pre-party drinking. "Shots...Shots...SHOTS...SHOTS!" the girls were chanting while Amy filled every shot glass we had in the apartment with tequila. The total was 24. Why do we need 24 shot glasses between two people, one who isn't even legally allowed to drink you might ask? I seriously have no clue what the answer to that question is. Amy finished filling them up and they all got quiet. "Someone take as many as you can and we'll see if anyone can beat their record!" she suggested.

Each girl took a couple shots before she had to quit, the record was held by Jessica with 5. I could only do a couple before I couldn't stand it anymore. Finally Amber was up and she watched while Amy filled up at least ten shot glasses. "You only have to do six," Amy prompted her.

Sitting down at the table Amber licked her hand before she put some salt on it and grabbed a lime, "That's easy," she laughed uneasily. Amy scooted the first one towards her and then she knocked it back and grabbed the next one that was lined up. Pretty soon she had 5 down, a little unsteadily she grabbed the 6th, 7th, and then 8th ones. After the last one she started coughing and then her head slammed down on the table, "Tequila gets you drunk and pregnant," she laughed and then we all joined her and gave her a round of applause. "God, someone give me a whiskey I need to get this taste out of my mouth," a glass was pushed into her expectant hand and then promptly downed.

That's how the party started before the party even really started. When we finally got to the party we were all pretty much drunk...scratch that we were really drunk. Usually when you have a girls night out there's usually one drunk girl that's sort of loud and obnoxious, well that was all of us. We were all "that girl", even quiet Lilly had reached a new volume. But it also wasn't just our group, the entire party was ridiculous. Everyone was dancing and wasted and disgusting and I seriously don't remember if I had fun or not.

I was dancing with Sam and Jessica when a kid dressed like a horse started dancing up on us. When I say he was dressed like a horse I mean he painted his body brown, put his hair in a Mohawk, glued horseshoes to his feet and had on gloves that had horseshoes on them too. It was quite interesting. I looked around for the rest of the girls, Stacie had her tongue down a random guys throat, Amber was drinking with Cynthia and Denise, Ashley was passed out on a couch, and Amy was dancing like a maniac on the dance floor. I had no escape from the horse man that was getting his body paint all over my costume.

"What's your name?" he yelled over the music while I danced and finished off whatever drink I had in my hand at the time.

"Beca Mitchell," I answered hoping he would go away. Even through my alcohol clouded mind I was still capable of remembering the current and happy relationship I was in.

"Oh, you're dating Jesse Swanson, the radio guy!" I nodded my head and tried to turn away from him. "Let me buy you a drink."

I spun around to look at him, "You do realize that this is a party and they're not charging for the drinks?" he looked confused and then looked around suddenly.

"Shit, I paid so much money for this beer!" I laughed at how stupid he was and he thought I was laughing with him, not at him. "Do you want to fuck?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I slapped him and he looked really confused after that. "You just got done saying who my boyfriend is! Why would you ask me if I wanted to fuck you? God you're dressed like a horse, why would you think I would want to fuck you?" He rubbed his cheek with a stupid look on his face.

Laughing to himself he straightened up a bit, "Horses have big dicks!" he laughed and I slapped him again. "Wanna see mine?" Cue me slapping him again. "Why do you keep doing that?" he grabbed his face, I'm pretty sure he was so drunk he wasn't feeling pain, but it was the motion none the less. "I'm just hitting on you, damn, can't you just be flattered?" Hey look there was my hand connecting with his face again.

Turning on my heel I stalked away from him, he tried to follow me, but tripped. Suddenly my whole body hurt and he was laying on top of me passed out. I rolled him off me and then pushed myself off the disgusting floor. "OOOOh my God, BECA!" Amber stumbled over to me and slumped against my shoulder. "I saw you slapping Liam a whole bunch! That was hilarious! Why are you so hilarious, Beca?" she giggled when I shrugged my shoulders "You-" she was cut off because she threw up everywhere.

I dragged her away from the disgusting pool and we got pulled back into the dancing crowd. "Beca, I broke the rule! You're not supposed to throw up in front of people!"

"I don't think they noticed, Bamber," she giggled wildly when I messed up her name.

"Eca, that means I have room for more vodka!" she grabbed a bottle off a table and sucked some of it down before handing it to me. That was roughly around the time that I blacked out.

It was 3 in the morning when the party started to break up, somehow I managed to find my way to my apartment, as had many of the drunk Bellas. At that time only Amber and Stacie were missing from the group of passed out girls. Meanwhile near the art building Amber was sitting on a wall holding her bottle of skinny girl. "Is this gonna make me lose weight, Stace?" waiting for an answer she only received a crash in response. "I drank a lot of it and I don't need to lose weight. OH MY GOD I'M GONNA DIE!" She thought she was going to die, but not for the right reasons. In reality if she had died her death certificate would have read alcohol poisoning, not death by extreme weight loss from drinking too many skinny girls. She would have liked to believe that though.

Finally Stacie appeared in the doorway, she pressed all her weight against the door and fell forward when it swung open. Springing back up she smiled at Amber who was starting to cry over her death, which hadn't happened and wouldn't happen. "Look what I got!" proudly Stacie held a container out to her weeping friend who immediately stopped all forms of crying to look at the thing in front of her.

"What is it?" she asked before she jumped down off the wall and landed on her butt with a thud.

Stacie's smile grew, "IT'S GLITTER!"

"Glitter is the herpes of the fashion world," Amber nodded knowledgably when she managed to regain her upright position. "Stacie, I found a dead animal!" she held out my fur lined cape and showed it to Stacie who scrunched up her face. "I want to put it in the fridge when we get home and then we can make dinner tomorrow!" Stacie seemed to like this idea more. They started to wander their way back to our apartment stopping every once and awhile to trip or throw glitter at each other.

All of the sudden Amber stopped and grabbed Stacie and pulled her onto the ground. "What's that over there?" she pointed with a shaking finger to a large shape that was scooting along the ground toward them. Starting to army crawl with it they both screamed in delight when they figured out it was an inflatable giraffe that had been passed around at the party, the breeze was pushing it toward them. "THIS IS THE BEST NIGHT EVER!" Amber cheered while she hugged the giraffe.

"Amber...that giraffe told me his name is Hank. Hank is sexy," she winked, or tried to wink at the plastic giraffe in Amber's arms.

This made the younger girl glare at her and pull the toy closer to her, "He's mine, I found him, you can't sleep with Hank Stacie! Make the hunter take a break for the night!" And so the two girls finally arrived at the apartment. There they were faced with whole new obstacles.

"You have to turn the doorknob, Amber!" they lost time when they started cracking up a the word doorknob. "Let me do it, you're a dumb blonde!" pushing Amber out of the way she leaned down to closely inspect the doorknob. Then she suddenly stood up, "WHEN DID YOUR HAIR TURN BLONDE, AMBER?"

"Lincoln spray painted it for me...I think it was spray paint," finally the door swung open and the two girls weaved into the house. "Everyone's home," Amber whispered loudly. They dragged themselves to her room, "Ew, Jessica, stop throwing up on my carpet," She slurred one last time before she collapsed on her bed with her new giraffe.

"Move over so I can fit!" Stacie tried to sit on the edge of the bed but missed, "I'll just sleep under here! It's like a cave!" she passed out a few seconds later.

"Are you two finally home?" Sam sat up at the end of the bed, when no response came she fell back asleep.

And that was the Bellas' Halloween 2015.