Car Show – The first time.
The Bella's had taken their place amongst the crowd that had formed around the stage of the car show. The a cappella group was peeved, no, pissed off. Yeah, so they had a wardrobe malfunction: do they really need to be kicked off their entire tour. It was a mistake. Everyone should be allowed to fuck up every once in a while. They deserved to be on that stage right now. They had earned it, damnit.
Coming in to the performance venue, the girls questioned what group the National Committee had gotten to replace them for their tour. They were, like, irreplaceable.
We Are Das Sound Machine.
"They will not control us." It started. Shit.
The choir of perfectly pitched chords came from behind the shield of smoke that had accumulated in front of the ominous hallway that these perfectly shaped bodies were originating from. The Bella's leader watched on with indignance... and secretly, slight horror. As the beat dropped, she looked around at her fellow sisters and watch as, one-by-one, their jaws slacked or eyes tried to look away. She knew how they felt, but, being the badass trick she is, Beca kept her head up. As the leader of this group, she felt it her duty to be the one to stare down the competition.
Little did she know, this would come in very handy in about ten minutes. The tall, perfectly toned leaders of the German group approached her. She fought the urge to scoot closer to Chloe.
"Barden Bella's…" the gorgeous blonde announced.
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After a few insults, Beca tried to stand up for her girls and get the motivation going by telling the leaders that they can basically shove it, but in nicer words. Beca found her lower back start to sweat as she tried to keep eyes with the tall, perfectly groomed German standing not six inches from her face. She scanned the woman's face, committing it to memory and for some odd reason, that Beca could not later explain, she lost all control of her filter.
"You…. Are physically flawless." was all she could produce.
"Thank you." The woman didn't miss a beat.
"But that doesn't mean I like you." she continued. However, she couldn't formulate anything after that. Thankfully, Chloe filled in for her. What would she do without this girl.
Not two minutes later, Beca made more of a fool of herself than she possibly could have imagined for a five minute time period. Again, Chloe caught her as she feel down a spiral of she doesn't even friggin' know. What am I doing, oh my god.
After the German group, as well as most of the Bella's had walked away, Chloe caught Beca's arm.
"Beca, what the hell was that? I've never seen you act this way." Chloe tried to look Beca in the eye but the brunette avoided her gaze. She could tell she wasn't in the mood but she had to know what it was about that German girl that got Beca so out of whack.
"I don't know." Beca looked at everything but Chloe. "She's just…"
"She's?" Chloe pressed.
"Chloe! I don't know! She's in my head." Beca did that thing where she gets all moody really fast and runs away from whatever the real problem is.
Beca left her standing by herself, staring at the side of the new 2015 VW bug. Chloe wondered for a minute why Beca never wanted to tell her anything anymore. She remembers after their first National Championship, Beca quickly became her best friend. She had almost felt honored in a way that the distant girl let her in. "Must have been that stupid party last year…" Chloe said quietly to herself as she remembered the party that she drank wayyyy too much and made an ass out of herself..
"Chloe, are you coming?!" Stacie shouted at her. Chloe snapped out of mind and left with the group.
~~/\/\~~
Beca avoided most of the Bella's for a few days, unsure of what they thought of her words to the DSM leader. She also had way too much going with the internship and freaking out with life and love and all that crap she's constantly all angsty about.
A few nights later, when Beca came back from a long day at work, she found a weird envelope on the door step with a weird dragon looking thing on the front. She almost didn't pick it up, thinking it was another stupid joke or hate mail, like they have been receiving for the past month. However, she did and she went in to the house where the girls were having a pillow fight.
It's not that she wanted to necessarily be in a pillow fight, but she sure did miss being with her sisters. Why did life have to be so damn hard?
In the envelope, they found a really weird invitation to like some guy's house. They had a group discussion about whether or not they should go or if they were gonna show up and have people through eggs and toilet paper at them. However, there was a password and such so maybe it wouldn't be that bad.
~~/\/\~~
Riff Off - The Second, More Worse Time
They all got ready that night and showed up to this giant mansion of a house. Like, what the hell even?
After this weird guy gave them some odd speech about nothing, he showed them to his basement. In this moment, a good majority of the girls were wondering if this was going to be the death of them. Stacie even grabbed Cynthia's hand for a minute, until they all were revealed to a room of people they knew.
"Ohhhhh, secret aca-party." Stacie announced as she halfway pried her hand from Cynthia's. She almost instantly ran to some big hot guy in hops he would get her a drink.
Almost as soon as they walked through the door, they saw that the DSM clan was also there and the leaders instantly approached them. Again, the woman instantly made Beca's mind go all floofy and she managed to call her gorgeous. Yeah, that was going to scare her. Cool.
Before she managed to say anything embarrassing… just kidding. Before she needed to insert herself in to a hole, Chloe pulled her away. Beca did not know what she was gonna do without this girl in her life.
"Beca, seriously!" Chloe huffed. "I really don't think complimenting her is gonna do anything for us. What is your deal with that woman?" Chloe had her by the hand and they simultaneously looked down at their hands and then back to the other's eyes.
It lasted only a second before Beca pulled her hand away. Chloe instantly missed the feeling and, right on cue, Jessie walked up.
"Jessie, what are we doing here?!" This was the question on everyone's mind, and since he looked like he had already been there for a while, maybe he knew.
"I don't actually know. I'm so glad you're here though!" He put his arms around his girl and she felt a little more at ease about the whole situation. He smelled a little alcohol though and she definitely wished she had had some already.
Before the pair could say anything else, the weird guy called out and the room fell quiet.
"Oh great, a riff-off." Beca was not super pleased that this had not been mentioned. Usually when they did this sort of thing, they knew about it and had a chance to be in the mind set. However, she did quickly excited because this now gives the Bella's the chance to show that gorgeous specimen what they were made of.
"Shit, there is again." Beca cursed herself mentally as the insult type thing she had said to Kommissar earlier came to her mind. "Get out of my head you fine creature of…"
"Beca!" Chloe grabbed the girl by the arm in a mess of smiles and giggles as they took their spot in the competition. "Let's show them how this is done!"
The Bella's felt quite confident about this scene, it was a familiar one, even though they weren't just going up against Barden University's teams and their competition had now rose from the Treblemakers to the international champions, Das Sound Machine. Oh yeah. This was gonna be epic.
Songs about Butts.
Oh this would be interesting. "So, anything on the radio, basically?" Beca half asked, half said to Chloe as the group discussed what they should sing. They got this one, she thought as they settled on a song that was bound to get people going.
Das Sound Machine!
She had dumps like a truck. Truck. Truck.
Thighs like a what, what, what?
All night long.
"Oh shit." Beca thought as Kommissar joined in with her fellow leader and sang the fucking Thong Song. "Don't do it… Don't… Aww fuck." Beca tried to look away as Kommissar took the lead.
All night long.
"I would do her all night long."
Let me see that thong.
"Anything, everything. Oh my God, take it…. Son of a bitch!"
Beca watched as Kommissar moved her hips around to the rhythm of the song. She couldn't help but to stare at the German woman's ass. It was perfect, like, how even?
Beca noticed that the woman was looking directly at her as she said something about a thong. Beca's mouth watered and her mind went blank. She hoped she wasn't the only one that this was happening too. Like, everyone had to feel this way about this woman, right? She was downright the most gorgeous thing that Jesus had ever created and people had to have noticed that… right? She wasn't crazy, right?
The riff off continued and, soon enough, it was the Bella's turn to show everyone what's up.
Shorty had them Apple Bottom Jeans, boots with the fur. Stacie sang, moving like the sultry slut she is. No shame, girl, get it!
The whole club was looking at her.
Actually, Beca was looking at Kommissar. No offense, Stacie. She watched as the German woman danced to Stacie's voice, all the while, staring at the soloist. Beca was actually a little upset that she wasn't looking at Beca who instantly tried to show off a little more. She looked over to Kommissar who hadn't even glanced at her and she instantly regretted her previous wanna-be sexy movements. However, as she glanced around the room, she did notice that Jessie had seen her, as he gave a little wink in her direction. She also couldn't help but think Chloe had been watching her as well by the way the redhead eyes had quickly averted when Beca caught her gaze.
She hit the floor, next thing you know shawty got low…
Low. Low.
… Fuck.
.
… She's not.
Low. Low.
Her mind started a mini freak out as she looked at Stacie who was now in between The Kommissar's thighs as they both got low together, Kommissar staring intently at the tall, lean girl in front of her.
Beca's heart sank for a minute. She was… ah fuck… Jelly.
~~/\/\~~
The riff-off went on. She watched as the Treblemakers were the first ones to lose. She gave a little laugh and flirty smile to Jesse.
The Packers were next to go and she thought for a second that fat Amy's heart broke.
Next, Bumper ruined the Tone Hanger's chance… She watched a really awkward exchange happen between Fat Amy and Bumper and wasn't exactly sure was happening. She would have to inquire with her roommate on that later.
Her mind was quickly erased of the self-reminder as it all came down to the Bella's and Das Sound Machine. Again, they were face to face with the Germans and she got an even closer look at Kommissar's bare midriff. Damnnnnn. This girl must do like an hour of ab work every other hour. Holy fuck.
Beca didn't exactly know what she was thinking anymore but she did know that she had a huge urge to run her hand along the torso of the German woman. And maybe the rest of her….
Oh my god, Beca. Stop it…. She internally chastised herself. Shit.
Beca forced herself to stop thinking as the last round started.
I'm kinda buzzed and it's all because.
South Central does is like nobody does.
To all my neighbors who got my flavor.
Beca had been shamelessly staring at the lead's lips as she sang and for some reason, the word flavor seemed to come out of the woman's mouth with so much sex on it that Beca felt her cheeks blush and grow very hot.
When Cynthia stepped in, Beca snapped out of it and joined her sisters in this vocal ass kicking that was happening.
Girls, you know you better, watch out.
Some guys, some guys are only about.
Peiter jumped in. Ass.
That girl is poisonnn.
Never trust a big butt and a smile, that girl is..
Awwwwwwwwww
Get it, Gurl! Come on Fat Amy!
Here we go yo.
Here we go yo.
So whatsa whatsa whatsa scenario?
Here we go yo.
Here we go yo.
So whatsa whatsa whatsa scenario?
…
I got all I need when I got you and I….
What the hell? What is going on? The crowd began to grow quiet as no one was following along with what Emily was singing. This isn't a song. What?
Well, shit. They lost and now they had to watch DSM jump around like they were the shit.
Well, I guess they kind of are. Beca thought. She quickly got over it and made her way to the bar where she met up with Jessie and Chloe. They all enjoyed about a half a dozen drinks as they sat around, occasionally going out in to the crowd for a much needed dance break.
And then weird shit started happening.
She and Jessie sat on two bar stools wile Chloe was out dancing with Jessica…. Or was it Ashley…. Whichever. The girl and her boyfriend went back and forth between telling the other how drunk they were getting, people watching, and making out.
"Oh shit." Jessie had said during a very intense people watching moment.
Beca turned her gaze from his lips to follow where his eyes were watching. She found that they were fixed on Stacie and Kommissar on the dance floor. Stacie was very obviously drunk and very obviously all over the German woman who, didn't necessarily look like she minded. Though, she did look like she was getting annoyed in a way. Or maybe Beca was just hoping that was happening.
"Man, that girl cannot keep it in her pants." Beca said, placing her hand on her boyfriend's thigh. They both continued to watch the story unfold before them.
The two girls were basically the same height, though Kommissar had some wicked heels on. Stacie was noticeably stumbling and every time she did, Kommissar would take a step back. Beca thinks it is because she didn't want Sex on the Beach on her fishnet covered chest.
Stacie then took a step forward and wraps her arms around the German woman who, in turn, puts her hand hesitantly on Stacie's left hip. Stacie smiles and closes the gap as far she could between them.
Beca looks to Jessie who seems as if he is point two five seconds from having drool come out of his mouth. Beca isn't mad because she gets it, though; she personally is having more of a problem with wishing that she was in Stacie's position. Naturally.
She looks back at Stacie and Kommissar. Stacie's head had now 'accidentally' fallen right into the crook of Kommissar's neck. She watched as Kommissar's hand travelled from hip to lower back and upward. She also watched as Pieter walked around behind Stacie and laughed at the drunken girl. Kommissar silently returned the laugh. Beca looked at Jessie was now looking at Benji and Emily as they conversed on a couch. He had a smile on his face.
Beca's tipsy mind decided she was upset with the tall blonde goddess. In her mind, Kommissar was messing with Stacie, and she was not going to let that beautiful woman take advantage of anyone but her…. Anyone. Not her. She doesn't want her. Clearly. But this didn't have anything to do with her. Yet.
Beca stood up and adjusted her composure. Slash, made sure the room stopped tilting before she took a step forward. However, and she can never say she knows how this happens but, not even two steps later, Chloe was in front of her.
"Becaaaaaaa." She was a little drunk too and placed her arms around Beca's neck and put their foreheads together.
"Beca, are you drunk, because I ammm. Woo." She smiled at her. "I was just remembering stuffs as I was dancing over there with that boy." Chloe's arm flew out in the direction she had come from but Beca didn't catch where exactly or who exactly she was talking about. "Remember that party that one time two years ago… or was it three… two?... three?..." Chloe adorably stared off and did some little hand count-y thing. "Whatever, you know what I'm talking about, don't you?"
"Yes Chloe, I know exactly what you're talking about." Beca giggled as Chloe smiled and frowned and smiled again, probably waiting for her to say something more about it. She didn't. Instead, her mind went back to looking for Stacie and Kommissar.
Kommissar was wiping something off of Stacie's face when Beca found them again. It wasn't until Kommissar reach up to her own mouth did Beca assume that Kommissar had just wiped her red lipstick off of the lankier girl. Aww, shit.
Stacie took a step back, smiling. Kommissar had a very neutral look on her face. It was then that Cynthia appeared, looking quite angry and saying something to the taller girl before she got Stacie to leave with her. Thank God… before that girl made any kind of mistake that she may or may not regret later.
"Beca? Are you even listening to me?" she heard Chloe say after she had spaced out on whatever she was talking about. "It was a good time, wasn't it?"
"Yes, Chlo, it was." She smiled at the girl before saying, "Hold on, Boo, I need to take care of something." She walked toward Kommissar, who was now with Pieter.
When she reached the two German's, they were conversing in their native tongue. The sentences also seemed to be accompanied with fits of laughter.
'Hey." She tried to assert herself but the German's didn't seem to hear her. Or they were just ignoring her. Probably that one.
She tried a few more times before tapping Kommissar on the shoulder. "Hey!"
"Ahh, feisty Maus." She turned with that dumb, sexy grin on her face. "What can I do for you?"
"Don't give me that stunning smile of yours you…" she trailed off, not sure what to follow that with. "I know what you were doing like ten minutes ago with Stacie." She had her finger pointed at the taller woman and she immediately put it down because she even felt she was being very threatening. And she was probably going to start making weird motions with it. It was best to put it down.
"Oh?" the blonde responded, taking a step toward her.
"Yes. And, I for one did not appreciate it." Her finger was back in the air. Damnit. She slammed it to her thigh again.
"Little Maus, calm down. I have no clue vhat you are talking about." The woman smiled.
"Your mouth is huge and I want… What?... Nevermind, I saw you with Stacie and then with this werewolf laughing. What was that about? I know, you were trying to get in my team's head because being in mine isn't bad enough!" the last part slipped and she squeezed her mouth shut as if that would have done anything to help the situation.
"Ahhh, sweet girl. Extremely drunk though. I could not resist messing with her. I seem to have the same effect on her that I do on you. She's definitely not as vocal about it as you are though." Kommissar had taken yet another step toward her and Beca's legs began to get a little squishy.
"You think making out with her is simply messing with her? That is completely rude!" Beca was now showing her upsetness and she was not ashamed of it. She was just glad she could hide the jealousy in being mad.
"Now, I really have no clue as to what you are speaking of." Kommissar's face changed to sheer confusion, and not the playful, sexy kind she normally did.
"I saw you wiping her mouth and then your mouth! What else would that have been?" Beca was getting nervous. Kommissar would have probably just thrown the kiss in her face… if it had happen.
The German woman started cracking up.
"What is so funny!?" Beca was annoyed now because Kommissar stood and laughed for a total of like three minutes.
Haha "Ve did not kiss, tiny Maus. The slutty drunk girl missed her mouth when she tried to take a drink. She spilt it all down her face and shirt. I wiped her mouth to be helpful. Then the man-like girl came over and took her away. " Kommissar laughed. "You Americans really cannot hold your alcohol."
"Then, wait, why were you wiping your lips?"
"Why were you looking at my lips?" Kommissar shot back to watch the American girl squirm.
"Because they are perfect like the rest of you, now tell me." Beca didn't even think of her answer but she wasn't ashamed of what came out.
"I vas trying not to laugh at the poor girl so I tried to pretend to fix my lipstick and cover my mouth. She was trying to keep up with Pieter and I, It was a terrible mistake. I give her some, ahh, objects… ahh… What is it you American's say? Oh yes, props. I give the girl props for trying." Kommissar laughed as she tried to figure out the word and then laughed again at Stacie's actions.
"Oh. Well. I'll just walk that way and insert my foot in my mouth." Beca's face was bright red with embarrassment.
She went to leave but was stopped when Kommissar spoke again, "Tiny Maus, you should not vorry so much." There was a pause. "I do not have any concerns for anyone… else… on your little team." Kommissar showed her beautiful full smile that took up like half of her face.
Beca then swore she saw Kommissar wink at her before the older woman turned on her heel and walked away. Naturally, her heart sank about four inches as she felt her body swoon on its own accord.