As it turns out, Chloe is free. Or whatever.

It's half past 10 when she shows up at the bar, wearing a low cut black top, skintight jeans, and heels, turning every - no, that's not an exaggeration - head in the joint as she saunters up to the bar.

Beca tries to keep her gaping to a minimum, so she smiles as Chloe approaches. She opens her mouth to say hi, but what comes out is, "I think this is the first time I've seen you with pants on."

Chloe bursts into laughter, the sound warm and rich over the din of the other bar patrons, and Beca's cheeks flush as she drops her head into her hand. "That's so not what I meant."

"You sure?" Chloe teases. "What goes on in that head of yours?"

"I meant you're always in shorts," Beca grouses, pouting just a little.

"Buy me a drink and we'll pretend you didn't just say you think about me naked all the time," Chloe offers flirtatiously. She winks, and honestly, on anyone else it'd be ridiculous but Chloe manages to pull it off.

"I said no such thing," Beca protests. "But I did already say I owed you a drink."

"Well now it's two."

"Careful, you're bordering on dangerous territory there," Beca teases. "What can I get you?"

"Vodka tonic," Chloe decides after a moment of deliberation. "And what do you mean, dangerous territory?"

"Three drink rule," Beca tells her as she grabs the bottle of Grey Goose for Chloe's drink "I'm sure you know it."

"You're sure? What makes you think I'm that kind of girl?"

"Well you did just admit you know it."

"For the general public, yes. In lawyer terms, no."

"So you're a lawyer now?" Beca asks, garnishing the drink with a lime and sliding it across the bar to Chloe.

"You never asked," Chloe notes, raising her drink to Beca in thanks. "Did you think I just sang for people for a living?"

Beca shrugs and pulls out a rag, wiping down the bar. "Never thought of it," she says, and then notices another patron's finishing off his beer. "I'll be right back."

-xxx-

Chloe's statement about no promises once she has a little liquor in her proves to be true. It's just after midnight and she's half way into her third drink (If the increase in her already flirtatious behavior is any indication, she just might be a three drink rule kind of girl.) when "I Love Rock-N-Roll" comes on the jukebox. She whoops and jumps from her seat then grabs Beca's arm to lead her out from behind the bar.

"I love this song!" she shouts once they've reached the dance floor where a good portion of the bar has made their way already. She tugs Beca closer by the belt loops, swaying their hips together to the beat, and leans in close, the vodka strong on her breath as she sings the lyrics to Beca.

"Said can I take you home, where we can be alo-o-o-o-o-one and next we're movin' on and she was with me..."

"Yeah me!" everyone shouts, and then Chloe's whispering against her ear again and Beca can't tell if it's just really hot in the bar or what, but she's suddenly feeling a little lightheaded.

-xxx-

Chloe stays until closing time.

"Do a shot with me," she says once everyone else is out. "Or will you get fired for that?"

"I've known Benji's dad since grade school, so I probably wouldn't get fired," Beca says. "But I am working a double at the coffee shop tomorrow. Rain check?"

Chloe pouts but nods anyway. "Okay, but I'm holding you to it."

"I won't forget," Beca tells her. She quickly finishes cashing out and starts to shut down all the lights and lock up. Chloe follows her, not quite steady on her feet, and Beca realizes she can't let her drive home. "How about you come grab breakfast with me instead?"

"Mmmm. Will you buy me bacon?"

Beca laughs and starts to make a joke about how Chloe's the lawyer and should be buying, but then Chloe's wrapping herself against Beca's side and nuzzling against her neck as they walk out the back door, so Beca just says, "Sure. Anything you want."