A/N: Um, hello. So this is my first story and i'm terribly sorry if it sucks. I'm assuming this is where I put a disclaimer etc? I do not own Pitch perfect or anything affiliated with it, just borrowing the characters. Feed back is greatly welcomed.


Beca's almost positive she's gone insane, it's the only plausible reason she can think of to explain why she's currently sitting on the floor amongst a circle of girls playing spin the bottle. Sure it's the Bella's and it's bonding night and they've all had enough to drink to make them tipsy but Beca 'bad-ass DJ' Mitchell does not play spin the bottle.

It's lame. She refused to play these ridiculous games in middle school. Yet she finds herself spinning the empty bottle, Amy demolished the remaining vodka as soon as Stacie suggested the game, and peeking through her fingers as it spins to a stop.

Jesus Christ. The world is out to get her she's sure of it. Stacie and Cynthia-Rose smirk devilishly as the bottle comes to a complete stop and she's positive she won't ever forget Chloe's squeak of delight or the way the red-head's eyes light up.

Amy straightens up and gets this gleam in her eye that has the small brunette worrying her lip.

"Lap dance" is all she says, the blonde's thick australian accent carrying across the room.

She drags her feet on the way to the small kitchen in Chloe and Aubrey's apartment and returns dragging a chair much like the girls after aca-initiation night. The music starts up and she groans.

Jesus Christ almighty. The world is definitely out to get her. It's the only thing she can think of as she grinds her ass into Aubrey's pelvis and twirls to straddle the blonde's lap.

She's almost positive the blonde is about to hurl. That or have a heart-attack. The DJ allows a small smirk to grace her face at the thought of the uptight Bella's captain being so uncomfortable.

She rolls her eyes at the smirks covering Chloe, Cynthia-Rose and Stacie's faces as they rejoin the circle.

"Damn shorty!" Cynthia-rose crows and she spots Jessica blush and nod her head out of the corner of her eye.

"Whatever nerds" is the only response she can muster that will keep the blush from her own cheeks. Beca chances a glance to her left and notices Aubrey huddled next to Chloe with a deep blush staining her cheeks which seeps further down towards her chest.

But she's absolutely not thinking about that.

Beca also refuses to let herself think about the look of unbridled want on the red-heads face, or the way it makes her shift and cross her legs, as she leans back against the couch fingers intertwined with the blondes.