It all happened fast. Like really, really fast.
And okay, maybe she had a lot of alcohol in her right now, but she was pretty sure the kinda blur it all happened in didn't have anything to do with it. Or not much, anyway.
Less than five minutes ago, laughing out loud at what Amy just told her. Then, Kyle screaming police, Amy dragging her out with everyone else. Fall, pain in the knee. Giggles (like a lot, because that was funny to her, for some reason). Lost Amy in the crowd of running people. Someone dragging her back on her feet again. No running because yeah, it hurt, and that guy - her guy, she realized as she smelled his perfume – taking her on his back, piggyback style.
And now here they were, turning right at the end of the street, quickly hiding behind the McClan building. With like, half of the drunken party people.
How the police never found them, when all of them always came on that exact spot, she didn't know.
And that made Beca laughed so, so hard.
So hard, actually, that when Jesse put her down, he had to hold her arm so she wouldn't fall. And okay, maybe the alcohol did play some part in that. Most likely, to be honest.
Looking up at him, she saw that he was smiling, too, a little out of breath, and when he wrapped his arms around her waist, she immediately throw hers around his neck again.
"Looks like someone's been having fun tonight, huh?", he chuckled, and she nodded enthusiastically.
"Oh yeah", she giggled, and his smile grew wider. "And I remembered how much I looove vodka; I really, really love it, Jesse!"
"Yeah, I noticed. Oh my God, you're actually giggling right now", he smirked, and his dimples looked perfect.
"You look cute", she said, pecking him on the lips and tightening her grip. "Like, super cute."
"Oh wow", he laughed against her lips, and it made her smile even more. "You're lucky I'm such a good boyfriend, because it's the only thing keeping me from recording you right now."
"Yes, you're the best boyfriend ever. You're like, my man, you know. And my best friend. You're like, my bestman friend."
Shaking his head a little, Jesse kept laughing as she dropped kisses all over his cheeks.
"Hey Chloe", he turned his head towards the redhead currently working on a human pyramid with the other Bellas, "how many drinks did Beca have again? Because it's the perfect amount, right there."
"Uh", she giggled – and yes, that was definitively a drunk Bella thing, standing dangerously but proudly on Jessica and Lily's backs, "two beers, one whisky coke, and like five or six shots or something?"
"Yeah, that explains it", he turned back his attention to Beca. "You sure you're okay there, Champ?"
"Yep."
"Looks like you hurt your foot."
"No, doesn't hurt that much", she said, and pulled him down for a hug, resting her head against his neck.
Ah, the cuddly stage of the drunk Beca nights. Happened every single time. Not that he was complaining, one the contrary.
"You saved me from the cops. Again", she mumbled against his skin. "You're super cool."
"I know, right? Super cool", he rolled his eyes, running his hands on her back. "You should put that in writing sometime."
She giggled again, and God did it take all his willpower not to film her, and pulled away a little, face inches from his.
"I'm tired, Jesse."
"Well, you have been drinking and dancing for four and a half hours, so yeah, that makes sense."
"Can we go to sleep?", she whined adorably.
"You know the rules. Still", he checked his watch, "ten minutes to wait, and then we move. You're not really jail ready right now, so better not take any chance."
"Hmmm 'kay", she kissed him, her lips tasting like vodka and cranberry. With that, laughing again, she went and joined her girls to the impromptu gym session.
"Wait wait, I want in, guys!"
And that, he thought as he took off his phone, he just couldn't not film. He was pretty sure it wouldn't make him lose his title of 'best bestman friend ever', anyway.