You asked for it… so here it is…

Winning World's was definitely worth the freak out that Beca had endured that morning. She glanced around at the girls, all in various stages of intoxication, sprawled around the Presidential Suite.

It was an odd sight. Fat Amy and Aubrey were shotting tequila from Stacie's bare stomach. Emily, Cynthia Rose and Flo were chanting and cheering, apparently they had money wagered on who would be first to pass out. Jessica and Ashley were fused at the mouth in the corner of the room, probably unaware the fake plant did nothing to hide them. Beca snapped a quick picture of them and forwarded it to Chloe, who had gone to the bar downstairs to restock the vodka that they'd started on.

Chloe Beale: wtf? What is going on up there and how am I missing this? Barkeep is asking me how much I've had…

Beca laughed and sent her a snapchat of Aubrey shotting tequila without using her hands as at Fat Amy slumped down in the chairs. Technically you've only had one cup… you just refilled…

Chloe Beale: You had one job! Keep Bree away from the tequila!

Beca shook her head and dropped her phone onto the bedside table. She was sober enough to know that if she moved, she'd probably fall over, so she figured staying put until Chloe returned was her best bet.

"Mitchell! Get over here!" Stacie called propping herself up on her elbows. Emily and Cynthia Rose were dragging Amy by the arms, towards a spare bed. She'd passed out mid shot, leaving Aubrey victorious and Emily two hundred dollars richer.

"I'm fine here, Stace," Beca answered, trying to sound as sober as she could.

"Girls, go get her." Beca was still quick enough to put her drink down before Emily and Aubrey jumped on the bed.

"Guys! Come on…"

"No Beca! You come on! You can't just sit back and watch us all get wasted, join us!" Emily said.

"Dude, this is a bed, not a bouncy house…"

"Jump Emily!" Aubrey giggled, trying to drag Beca by the foot.

Beca sighed and grabbed Aubrey's shoulders, "I'm not shotting tequila. If you can wait five minutes, Chloe will be back with the vodka."

Sure enough, five minutes later, a very drunk Chloe stumbled through the door, giggling. Beca noted that the bottle was already opened. "The party is back aca-bitches!"

"Chloe!" came the collective yell. Chloe skipped over, hitting play on the sound system as she passed. She sat heavily on Beca's lap, offering the bottle up. Beca took a large swig from the bottle and glared at Stacie, who was wiggling her eyebrows in their direction.

By the time the vodka bottle was emptied, Aubrey and Stacie had snuck away, probably to Aubrey's single room, three floors down. Emily had been put to bed, and Cynthia Rose and Flo had both managed to pass out on the balcony, leaving Chloe and Beca dancing around the room.

Beca glanced over at the corner where she'd last seen Jess and Ashley and noted that they were both gone. Chloe noticed and giggled, "Where do you think they got to?"

"Honestly, I don't want to know… It's bad enough I had to see Aubrey with her hand up Stacie's shirt… Poor Legacy… Imagine walking into the bathroom to see that," Beca laughed, dropping to the carpet. Chloe laid next to her, chuckling at the look on Emily's face when she'd returned from the bathroom.

"That was a slight mistake on my part… I did see them walk in there…"

Beca rolled over and rested her head on Chloe's shoulder, "You let our baby see that? Chloe, you are the worst aca-mom ever." Beca could feel Chloe shaking with supressed giggles, "Dude, I need a shower before I fall asleep. I refuse to wake up smelling like alcohol and stage sweat."

"Then get up and go," Chloe said, trying to push Beca off her arm.

"Come with me?" Beca said, tugging on Chloe's other hand.

Chloe smirked, "Really? You're actually asking me that?"

"Well, in case you haven't noticed, I'm drunk… And clearly I'd have issues standing for too long on my own…"

"Oh, so this is a safety initiative?"

"Yes." Chloe rolled her eyes and let Beca help her to her feet, "C'mon Beale. Safety first."

Chloe woke groggily the next morning. It took less than three seconds for dread to become the dominant emotion as she realised she was completely naked under the sheets. She squeezed her eyes shut, thinking back to the night before, hoping that she was actually alone in the bed. That hope was shot down fairly quickly as a small arm wrapped around her waist. Chloe swallowed heavily and glanced over her shoulder, she vaguely remembered Beca asking her to shower, but everything after that was blank. Panic hit Chloe hard and fast, as much as she loved Beca, a drunken one-nighter was not what she'd hoped for. Sure she'd had her fair share of one-night stands, but this was Beca. Her best friend. Shit.

Chloe sat up, carefully tucking Beca's arm around a pillow. She found the damp towel that she had clearly dumped on the floor and wrapped it around herself before glancing around the room. The other three beds were empty and there was no sign of the other Bella's. Chloe groaned. There was no way that they were going to live this one down.

She made her way back into the bathroom and turned on the shower, hoping that the steam would clear her head a little.

It was maybe five minutes into when Chloe heard the glass door open, she chuckled, leaning her head against the tiled wall. "So now I know how this feels. My apologies for being a creep."

Beca let out a soft laugh and put a hand on Chloe's shoulder, "You're freaking out?"

"I don't remember anything after you telling me to get in the shower… I woke up naked!"

"To be fair, so did I. Why are you freaking out, Chlo? It's not the first time we've been naked…"

Chloe turned around and noticed the smirk on Beca's face. "But…"

"We didn't have sex last night, if that's what you're thinking…"

Chloe felt an odd mixture of relief and some negative emotion that she couldn't quite place. "We didn't?"

Beca shook her head and stepped under the shower spray, pushing Chloe further into the wall. "Nope."

Chloe eyed Beca curiously, "I didn't…"

"I'm not saying you didn't try, because I'd be lying," Beca said with a wink. "I, however, would have preferred that you remember, so I suggested we go to bed. Then you passed out."

Chloe searched Beca's face, there was a look in her eye that Chloe had only seen on a few previous occasions. "So… Is this… This is a thing now, right?"

Beca chuckled and took her hand, "Oh, totes!"

"You're an ass, Mitchell."

Beca tugged Chloe forward, "A lovable ass, though…"

Chloe scrunched her nose up, "You're not helping your cause here, Becs."

Beca stood on her toes, catching Chloe's mouth with her own, "How's that helping?"