A party with banging music, tunnel vision, and waking up naked.

Stacie walked up to her friend's house and could hear the music throbbing from the driveway. "I bet Beca's neighbors just love her and Chloe," she muttered under her breath. She was about to press the doorbell when she noticed the sign taped to the door. Don't bother ringing the bell. You know we can't hear you. Come on in and join the fun. Stacie turned the handle and pushed the door open, standing there a moment to let the pounding music wash over her. She stepped inside, shutting the door behind her.

The foyer opened to a living area. The sight lines in this place were incredible. One could see from the front door all the way through the living, kitchen, and dining areas - all the way to the double French doors which led to the back deck. As many times as Stacie had seen her best friend's house, she was always astonished.

She didn't see Beca anywhere so made her way through the crowd to the kitchen where she knew the smaller of the two bars would be. Food and alcohol would be flowing non-stop. Without a doubt, Chloe and Beca knew how to throw a party. After getting a vodka cranberry, Stacie wove her way to the back deck, keeping an eye out for her best friend and greeting various people she came across.

Once she got outside, she saw Beca in the yard taking to some of her coworkers from the music studio where the shorter brunette was senior producer. Despite having a whole slew of minions at her disposal, the music at Beca's parties was always of her own creation. Stacie loved Beca's music and could walk into a room and instantly tell if her best friend's hands had touched the song.

Stacie waved to get Beca's attention. Her friend held up a finger and mouthed for Stacie to stay put. The taller brunette turned, leaned against the deck railing, and nursed her drink. Soon, Beca bounded up the stairs and greeted her best friend with a hug. Despite the music producer's improvement with her trusted friends, this act of affection always shocked Stacie. Beca's long term relationship with Chloe had really made a difference in the trust levels of her friend. Stacie classified the two time periods of Beca's life as pre-Chloe and post-Chloe.

"Hey Legs! Glad you could make it." Beca chucked Stacie on the shoulder. "Has Chloe seen you yet?"

"Nope." Stacie finished her drink. She motioned to her friend then to the glass.

"Naw, I'm good. Find Chloe though. I think she has someone she wants you to meet."

Stacie rolled her eyes. "And you support this?" Beca shrugged her shoulders innocently. "Does this have anything to do with the dreams I told you about?" Stacie was now regretting sharing the odd dreams she'd been having. As time progressed and the dreams became more vivid, she remembered increasingly more. They consumed most of her waking moments. She didn't want for her friends to set her up on a blind date. She wanted to find the woman who had been regularly visiting her dreams.

"Beca you know how I feel about Chloe trying to set me up. I'm more than capable of finding my own dates."

"Trust me Legs, you are going to want to meet this woman." She gave a wolf whistle to emphasize her opinion. "Let's just say I don't think you will be disappointed. Okay bud. Glad to see you made it. I'll catch up with you later in the night so you can thank me." Beca grinned as she raced off to meet some newcomers to the party. "Find Chloe!" she called out over her shoulder.

Stacie took a deep breath and began to look around for her best friend's wife. The petite redhead was always bubbly and full of personality. If nothing else, she loved Beca, and for Stacie, that was what mattered. That's also why she was willing to find Chloe and at least meet this woman who had Beca all pumped up.

She made her way over to the outside bar to replenish her drink then began systematically searching for Beca's wife and Mystery Girl #2 – Mystery Girl #1 being the one in her dreams.

Stacie wandered around, nibbling on bites of food being carried around by servers. The stuffed mushrooms appetizers were always her favorite, and Stacie had an awful habit of hanging out in the kitchen until the chef pulled out a fresh batch from the oven. The tall brunette would inevitably snatch a few before they could be plated. The chef would playfully swat at Stacie's hand and tell her to leave some for the rest of the guests. The two played this game at every party Chloe and Beca hosted.

Eventually Stacie spotted Chloe's flaming auburn hair as she stood in the front room laughing with friends. Stacie snuck up behind her and grabbed her around the waist, picking her up before she could respond. Chloe slapped her wife's best friend's arm before saying, "put me down this instant Stacie Conrad."

Stacie put Chloe's feet back on the ground. "You are no fun Chloe Beale. When are you going to leave that wife of yours and let me make an honest woman out of you?" Chloe adored Stacie and never took her seriously, and it was always hilarious to see what comments the tall woman would come up with.

"Never. Have you seen my wife tonight?" Stacie nodded, knowing what was coming next. "Good. Wait here. We have someone we want you to meet. If you move as much as an inch, I will hunt you down and it won't be pretty." She shook a threatening finger in Stacie's face.

Realizing Chloe was serious about her meeting this new woman, she decided to do as she was told. She leaned up against the newel post of the staircase and finished her second drink. She saw Chloe coming from the direction of the hallway bath. Then... she saw the woman walking behind her.

A crash echoed in the front room as the glass Stacie had been holding slipped through her fingers and shattered against the marble foyer floor. Stacie's world went silent. Gone was the heart palpating beats of the music. Gone was the conversation around her. She couldn't see all the people staring at her because of the broken glass. All she could see was the blonde woman in front of her. The woman from her dreams was standing right there.

"Chloe, I just moved here. I don't know anyone. You've told me how big your and Beca's parties get. I don't feel right going. Especially when I only know the two of you." Aubrey was resisting attending one of her friend's famous parties.

"Come on Bree. How else are you going to meet people unless you go out? Besides, it's not like I'm asking you to go clubbing where nobody knows anyone. We know everyone at this party. Personal friends. Work associates. Come on. It will be a good introduction to our circle."

Aubrey was still not comfortable going to a party when she hadn't even unpacked her apartment yet, but she knew her best friend always looked out for her. Plus, Chloe was like a bulldog when she got her mind set on an idea. Maybe her friend was right, and this would be a good re-introduction to Atlanta.

The party was crowded but not so much as to be uncomfortable. The thudding music was excellent, albeit a little loud. This was Aubrey's first exposure to Beca's music, and she was duly impressed. When she didn't immediately see Chloe, she texted her. Aubrey felt awkward wandering around not knowing anyone. She did, however, get herself a drink and a few bites to eat.

When Chloe found her blonde friend, she told her there was someone she just had to meet Aubrey almost felt she had been tricked into coming except that was not Chloe's style. Chloe was such an inherently innocent person and probably thought she was doing her best friend a favor with introducing her to a potential suitor.

Chloe let her know that their "other friend" wasn't there yet but should arrive shortly. After a bit, Aubrey excused herself to the powder room. She used the time to decompress a bit as she didn't want to second guess coming to her best friend's party. After splashing a bit of water on her face and touching up her makeup, she felt a bit better to face this unexpected person. When Aubrey came out, an excited Chloe was waiting for her and told her their friend had showed up and was waiting by the stairs. Aubrey could barely hear her over the music but understood the gist.

As she followed Chloe, someone caught her eye. The woman standing in front of her … was the one from her dreams. She was sure of it. All the sound faded away. The people melted into the background. She didn't even hear the shattering of the tumbler the other woman had held as it bounced a few times on the stone floor before breaking into small pieces.

She could feel Chloe was tugging on her sleeve, but she had no clue why. All Aubrey knew was she had to get to the woman who stood only a few yards away.

The blonde was even more beautiful in person than in Stacie's dreams. Stacie was stunned as she watched the woman stand a few arm lengths away. Chloe seemed to be attempting to drag the woman closer, but her feet looked as though they were molded to the floor. They both took steps towards each other and met in the middle of the closed space. Stacie looked down at Chloe whose mouth seemed to be moving but no sound was escaping. Finally, the redhead threw her hands up in frustration and walked off.

Stacie reached towards the blonde, and as their hands connected, a mild spark shot through her. She wanted to talk but knew there would be no hearing each other over Beca's sound system. She led the woman through the house all the way to the backyard. She knew Beca had a picnic table on the side of the house which would be more protected from the sound.

When they arrived, Stacie refused to let go of the blonde's hand. As they both took a seat, she finally found her voice. "I'm Stacie. Who are you?"

"Aubrey." The blonde was just as shocked as the brunette at who she was seeing.

"No. I mean WHO are you?"

Aubrey shook her head to clear her thoughts. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"I've been having dreams about you Aubrey."

The two women talked for what seemed hours, mostly about their connection through the dreams they'd began having when Aubrey arrived in Atlanta. Every new branch of the discussion led them down a path of similarities.

Aubrey offered to get them both drinks from the nearby bar only to discover they both drank vodka cranberries almost exclusively. Stacie went inside to pilfer some fresh appetizers and Aubrey almost swooned over the plateful of stuffed mushrooms the brunette had obtained from the chef. "These have been my favorite all night."

They bonded over being fairly new to Atlanta and that their best friends were married to each other. Every tidbit of information shared by one led to another commonality between the women.

The longer the night went on – the more the pair talked, the more they ate, and the more they drank. Both women were mesmerized by the other and did not seem to notice anyone else around them. Soon the entire party crowd cleared out, leaving only a few stragglers here and there.

When they realized the music had stopped and the caterers were cleaning, Stacie went to stand. She swayed, grabbing at Aubrey to keep her from falling to the ground. Because they were so caught up in the conversation, neither had noticed how much they had to drink. Both women were quite tipsy.

Chloe turned the corner of the house to see the pair standing by the picnic table. "Oh. Aubrey, Stacie. You are still here. We hadn't seen you in so long and presumed you had left." She studied them carefully and realized how drunk they were but also saw how they clung to each other. "I hate to say that all the spare bedrooms have been claimed. I didn't realize you were still here, or I would have saved you one."

Both women exclaimed they could go to their own apartments, but Chloe wasn't hearing it. She finally had the idea of having them share Beca's niece's tiny room in the basement. "You can fight over the bed since it's rather small. But it's better than trying to make sure you two get home safely. Come on; I'll show you where it is."

The basement bedroom's window was as tiny as the bed but still allowed for plenty of light to stream in the next morning. Despite her level of intoxication the previous night, Aubrey woke up early. Imagine her surprise to find herself, laying on a minuscule bed, squished next to the familiar woman from her dreams, both without a stitch of clothing. She might have been able to understand having slept in only their underwear or in a borrowed t-shirt. But no. They were stark naked.

Aubrey wracked her brain trying to recall what had happened after they had left the backyard. She remembered Stacie kissing her – how could she forget that? She had a faint memory of the brunette pushing her against the closed door of the bedroom as she stripped off Aubrey's shirt. But afterwards, her mind was blank.

She could only presume that because of their state of undress, that they slept together. She finally relented and let her eyes roam around Stacie's naked body and found tell-tale bruises littering her skin, evidence of doing a bit more than sleeping. Aubrey didn't know if she should be proud for finding the woman she'd been seeing in her nightly dreams or ashamed that they had bedded each other on the first night they met. And Aubrey being Aubrey allowed doubt to evade her thoughts.

Stacie's long limbs were wrapped around Aubrey. The blonde carefully untangled her limbs from the brunette's and wriggled away from her trapped position against the wall. She quietly gathered her clothes which had been strewn about the small bedroom. She examined her own body in the small bathroom mirror and found similar love-marks on her own skin. To avoid any embarrassing conversation, she quickly dressed and left before Stacie could stir.

Despite the physical similarities the gorgeous woman shared with the one in her dreams and the commonalities of the two personalities, Aubrey knew one thing for sure. Stacie was not her soulmate.

Soulmates did not have drunken one-night stands.