Beca was exhausted and not in a good mood. Actually good moods for Beca lately were a lot like winning the lottery. There was just too much on her mind and between the stress of work and fight she had with Jesse her patience and happiness were wearing thin. As she exited the bathroom after washing up for the night and headed to her room she only dreaded what the next day would and could bring.
She slumped over to her desk and collapsed into her chair spinning aimlessly around a few times before picking up her phone to look at her calendar for the next day to check all she would have to do for work appointments. Her head cocked to the side and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion to see that she had nothing on her schedule except one class at noon. Beca refreshed her calendar again her confusion and anxiety rising that she hadn't marked a meeting in.
Her anxiety vanished though as soon as Fat Amy came barreling into their shared room from some sort of "smoothie" break she had left the house earlier for.
"Hey shortay! All ready for your bday dinner and party tomorrow night?!" Fat Amy's voice full of excitement.
Beca looked up from her phone and dropped her arms to her sides and let out a huge breath that she hadn't realized she had been holding. "Oh thank god!" She breathed out.
Amy sat on her bed and looked over at Beca. "Thanking the higher heavens already? Shoot, we haven't even broken any bottles or battled any crocks yet!"
A groan came from Beca as she let her head rest on the back of the chair, "Amy, please tell me you're not planning on killing me tomorrow night. I mean you're the one that is going to be responsible to explaining my death to my dad then and we both know how much you struggled in his English class two semesters ago."
Fat Amy swatted at the air as if to signal some sort of reassuring vibe to Beca, "Ya, whatever, we both know your dad's class is worse than a drip to the dentist, if you know what I mean."
Beca nodded thoughtfully, but didn't say anything since she was too braindead and tired.
"But! Back to you're birthday!" Fat Amy's voice filling once again with a bit of eagerness. "Are you excited?"
"As excited as one can get marching to their death" Beca deadpanned.
"Awwe come on shawstack! It's going to be awwrmazing!" Her arms outstretched as if to show Beca about how much amazing the idea is holding. "You know…" Fat Amy's voice dropped a little and she leaned forward, "I always have plenty of butt confidence I can share with you."
Beca sat up and tried to roll her chair back as far as she could out of the Fat Amy bubble zone. "I think I'll pass on that this time, I'm still trying to scrub off the last bit you gave me…"
"Suite yourself then," Fat Amy sighed as she got up from her bed and walked over to the closet to change into her pajamas.
Beca got turned around to her laptop and opened it up to try to finish up a couple of mixes she had started.
Fat Amy glanced over to Beca zoned out completely working on her computer with her giant dj head phones on and rolled her eyes. She swore the girl never slept and couldn't wait for her birthday party the next night. The idea of trying to get Beca and Chloe was a priority in her mind for tomorrow night, no matter how much alcohol or hinting she needed to do.
She knew the two were still as close as ever even after Chloe had graduated, they would Skype, FaceTime, and text pretty much always. Amy also knew that Beca hasn't yet told Chloe about the weird fight and issues her and Jesse recently have had and Amy also knew that Chloe hasn't really told Beca yet about a weird side job she has. Well, not weird…but Amy figures it really puts to use her dancing and singing skills and also has added a few others.
Amy could not wait for tomorrow night, she was ready to let the Missy Elliot in her out and Get Her Freak On.