Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect or Arrested Development, I really, really, wish that I did, but I don't.

A/N: Also, this is for ourplaceonthepathunwinding as penance for making her write something for me. It was perfect, by the way.

Aubrey Posen stood on her father, George Posen's, yacht, sipping her glass of champagne and wishing that the night would be over soon. She had flown out from Seattle the previous night for her father's annual birthday party, hoping that none of her siblings would be too caught up in themselves to even notice her at the party. Aubrey sat down in one of the chairs, dodging her younger brother, Andrew's hands moving toward her shoulders. Andrew was a thirty-two year old man who still lived with their mother, Elizabeth, and though it was clear that Aubrey hated most everything about her family, Andrew was her favourite, mainly because he didn't ever go out of his way to talk to her.

"Aubrey." The blonde looked over and noticed her mother, coming her way. "Did you see what your people have done? I'm not happy, Aubrey!"

"I'm... sorry." Aubrey didn't know what her mother had against lawyers. "But, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"There is a gay pride boat." Elizabeth grumbled, gesturing toward the water, where there was a small boat with flamboyantly dressed men and women chanting. "Can't you just talk to them? Do a secret handshake? Your people need you!"

"The Posens or the gay community?" Aubrey raised an eyebrow, trying to keep her anger under control. "Because right now, I'd rather be with them. At least they seem happy."

"Well, family first." Elizabeth took a sip of her vodka tonic and walked away, Aubrey silently hoped that her mother wouldn't pass any open flames, she didn't want the alcohol on her mother's breath to catch on fire. "Just talk to them."

Aubrey let out a sigh of relief, but all relief was gone when her older brother, George Jr. sat beside her. George Jr. was three years older than Aubrey and a part-time magician, who really couldn't do any tricks. Every trick that he ever attempted ended up with someone lit on fire, Aubrey actually had scars on her arms due to her older brother.

"What do you need, George?" Aubrey sighed, downing her drink.

"I need your help with an illusion." George Jr. said, leaning closer to his younger sister.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I have scars-"

"Learn to let things go."

"George, maybe I'll help you when you start actually working." Aubrey stood up and walked away from her brother, grabbing another drink on her way toward her father. She was just going to say hello, then leave. That was all.

"Aubrey!" Emily, Aubrey's fraternal twin sister, engulfed the blonde into a hug. "It's been so long."

"Not long enough." Aubrey replied. They hadn't spoken in over a year. "How is your husband?"

"Oh, he's..." Emily glanced around for her husband. "We left without him."

"And George Mathew?" Aubrey looked for her nephew. "Did you for-"

"He's around."

"He's a child."

"He's thirteen."

"You can't leave him alone-"

"Do you have a child?"

"No, but-"

"Then you can't tell me how to run my family."

Aubrey rolled her eyes, but didn't reply.

"Aubrey!" This time it was George Sr. approaching her. "How are you?"

"I'm great, Dad." Aubrey stood and shook her father's hand, while Emily escaped. At least Aubrey could leave without feeling bad about abandoning her family. "How's the business doing?"

"Great." George Sr. smiled tightly, his daughter did the same. "And you?"

"I'm well, Dad." Aubrey retracted her hand quickly. "Everything is great, I have a girl-"

"I don't want to hear about your alternative life style." George Sr. said dismissively.

"Sorry, Dad." Aubrey sighed, her anger starting to boil over. "I guess I don't feel bad about leaving now, bye Dad, I'll see you in a year."

"It was great seeing you, sweetie." George Sr. said, as both of them walked away.

Aubrey pulled out her phone and checked her messages, one new message. Hey, babe. I miss u. It was from Chloe, Aubrey's fiancée, God, Aubrey wanted to go home so badly. She didn't want to spend any more time with her family, she didn't want to spend any time with her family in the first place. There was no way that she'd willingly spend any time with any of those people.

I'll be home soon, don't burn down the apartment. Aubrey sent back, leaning against the guard rail. Just as the blonde was about to find her own little hidey hole, that she had known of for years, a siren went off and there was a muffled voice telling the boat to stop. Aubrey's brow furrowed, she didn't know that the police had boats. George Sr. grabbed his cell phone and began speaking rapidly, George Jr. shoved his father into a box, proclaiming that he was going to make the older man disappear, while Andrew, Elizabeth, and Emily tried to drive the boat to the ocean. Aubrey pinched the bridge of her nose. The blonde sighed, watching as the guests ran around blindly. God, she hated her family. Never mind. Something might have come up. Aubrey sent the text quickly as something actually did come up.

George Sr. was arrested for stealing from his own company. Normally, Aubrey would be happy to see her father put behind bars, but she was also told that she wasn't allowed to leave the state of California in the police station. The blonde sighed, her father was about to be put in jail, she was going to be stuck with her family for longer than she had expected, and possibly the worst part of the whole situation, her fiancée was probably going to have to come down to California.

"So, what do we do?" Elizabeth asked, looking worried.

"Why are you asking me?" Aubrey grumbled, leaving the station.

"You're the lawyer!"

"I'm not Dad's lawyer, though. And I know that he's guilty! So-"

"You need to help him!"

"No, I don't."

"What's the most important thing in the world?"

"Fine." Aubrey rolled her eyes, making her mother smile. "I'll look into it. Now, I need to make a couple calls."

"Well, you can-"

"I have a hotel room, I'm not staying in the penthouse."

With that, Aubrey turned away and began dialling Chloe's phone number.

"Hello?" Chloe's voice rang out. "What's up, Bree? Are you at the airport?"

"No, I'm not." Aubrey sighed, sitting down on a bench. "I-um-I can't leave."

"Why not? You said that you can't stand those people..."

"My dad was arrested and I can't leave the state."

"What'd he do?"

"I stole money from his company... Look, I'm really sorry, Babe, I wish I could be on that plane. But, I do need a favour..."

"What?"

"I need you to come down here, I need some clothes for court and stuff..."

"I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Chlo,"

"Yeah?"

"I'm so sorry," Aubrey sighed, glancing back into the station, where her family was arguing about something idiotic, while George Jr. set a few birds free. "So, sorry."

"Why?"

"You'll see."