So, I have a test on Tuesday and it is far more fun to procrastinate by attempting to write. Please leave a review, or PM me where you want this to go, I have a loose idea and some idea's of chapters, but other than that I'm open to suggestions.

"You're kidding."

"I'm not."

"Dude. No"

"Stop whining Beca, we're going."

"I'm not going to these dumb drinks, they are just designed for shy little Freshers to attempt to make friends, it doesn't appeal to me at all."

"But Beca.."

-"What?"

"You are a shy little Fresher who needs to make friends." Chloe couldn't keep a straight face and a giggle broke loose, Beca couldn't help but think how cute that giggle was. Wait, what? Cute, dammit Beca, get it together.

"I don't need friends, I have you."

"You've known me for under 12 hours Beca."

"Exactly, why is this stranger that I have known for less than half a day, trying to force me to go to some dumb event?"

"Because Beca, we've already established this, you are a shy little Fresher who needs to make friends, as am I. So get changed, I'll meet you in the kitchen in 10 minutes and we can all go down together."

And with that Beca had one last look at the flock of red hair as the bedroom door shut behind her. Beca took a quick glance to her roommate hoping for some sort of encouragement just to be met by a dead stare as the girl looked from her laptop screen. "If looks could kill" Beca muttered to herself before picking up her eyeliner and reapplying her smudged makeup from the day, taking extra care than she normally would, she didn't care about making friends, honestly, she just didn't want people to think that she's a slob, especially Chloe."

3 awkward arm squeezes, 6 awkward hugs, one explanation of 'We're like sisters!' and more fake smiles that Beca could count, and Beca had finally met all of her housemates. Apparently it was compulsory to play never-have-I-ever before going to the welcome drinks with her new housemates, because as explained by the Australian girl, Fat Amy; 'Sista's gotta be tight before we pull, what if we need a wing woman, you need to express how impressive the time I wrestled a crocodile is to my future hunk of man candy."
Beca knew there was no chance that she would remember all of the names her housemates, but she just might remember that Stacey has had numerous threesomes and that Cynthia-Rose has hooked up with girls, but as far as Beca could tell, that's pretty normal for Cynthia-Rose.

The welcome drinks were just as awful as Beca imagined. Beca felt completely out of place in her converses and jeans when she was greeted with a Champagne reception, and it was just uncomfortable to watch a bunch of drunk freshers who clearly took advantage of their pre-drinks attempting to apple bob, and worst of all it was heart breaking to watch the 'DJ' attempting to make sense of his board, and failing miserably Beca might add. Beca considered taking over, she wanted to, it was a decent board he had, but then she remembered that that may give these freshers false hope that Beca was sociable and wanted to be their friend, and she went back to quietly sipping her drink.

"How did this happen?" Beca slurred whilst hanging on the Chloe's arm.

"Well you pulled an Ace, so we drank a waterfall, and then Jesse pulled a four so we, fellow whores drank, and you decided it was a good idea to drink vodka tonight." Chloe's giggle was interrupted with a hiccup which nearly made her fall off of her chair.

Beca really didn't know how it happened, she's sure it's because her and the girls got lost on the way back to their floor and went left instead of right and ended up on the corresponding boy's floor to their girls floor, but that only explains how they got there, what it doesn't explain is how she is currently sat on some guy named Jesse's lap with Chloe by her side playing ring of fire, her drunk mind tells her it's because she may actually really like her new housemates, but she would never tell anyone that, especially Chloe, but something tells Beca that Chloe may know already.

Beca was interrupted from her thoughts when a shot was handed to her.

And another.

And another.

And that's how Beca found herself waking up on the floor of her shower block with a strike next to her name on the flat's 'Chunder Chart' and a pretty massive headache. Beca considered herself lucky that at least it was the first night that she decided to sleep in the shower, it had given less people opportunity to actually use it, and there was definitely some comfort in the fact that she wasn't the only one with a Chunder Chart strike, Chloe, Aubrey and Stacey had joined her in that club. Beca had a little chuckle to herself as she dragged her hungover self to her bed and pulled off her sticky clothes, and wondered how 24 hours with these crazy girls seemed to have had made Beca question every rule she had previously set herself.