Disclaimer: Not mine.

Author's Note: I'm back~. Did you guys miss me? Special thanks to Dawn on fire for agreeing to be my beta.

Characters: Beca, Kommissar (Luisa), Chloe, Aubrey, Jessica, Ashley, Flo, Cynthia Rose, Lily, Stacie, Jesse, Bumper, Fat Amy, Pieter, Jamie (DMS)

Pairings: Beca & Kommissar, Chloe & Aubrey, Fat Amy & Bumper

Story Summary: Beca is a shopkeeper and Luisa is an Amazonian warrior who believes that a proper proposal involves the killing of a high dragon. Beca wonders how there are any Amazon left, Luisa is love struck, and everyone from Das Sound Machine Adventure Corps. to the Barden Bella Traveling Companions are traumatized.

Chapter Summary: People try to flirt. It's a mess.


Ashley, chin in hands and elbows on counter, lazily scanned the shop for customers.

There were none.

Ashley sighed. She hadn't expected there to be any. Beca always refused to let anyone take over for her unless she was deathly sick or sure that no one would come by, like now. At the moment she was in the back finishing up one of her inventions. It wouldn't be so bad if Beca wasn't so focused, but she was, which meant Ashley had to stand behind the counter in an empty shop on one of the least busy times of year. Alone. Without Jessica.

A flash of something by the window caught her eye. A customer? She prepared her best smile, just in case.

A pair of eyes slowly peeked into the shop through the windows. They looked around and finally caught Ashley's eyes. Her eyebrows furrow and a few moments pass before Jessica slowly stood and scratched the back of her head with a sheepish smile on her face. Ashley's eyes lit up.

What ensued was an hour long game of peek-a-boo, using the shelves as hiding places. Aubrey always said to be aware of their surroundings.

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Ashley was giggling, and Jessica was thrilled. Gathering all her courage, Jessica leaned on the counter, just as Stacie had coached her to just a few hours before, grinned her suaviest grin-as approved by Chloe- and readied her pick up line-provided by Cynthia Rose. In her nervousness, she knocked over the tiny black balls labeled stink bombs piled up on the shelf near the counter. Several cracked as they landed on the ground. Ashley stopped giggling, and they both stared as green mist started spilling out from the cracks, quickly filling the room.

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Beca stared at the bottom of the door where green mist was leaking into the room. There was only one thing in her store that released green mist like that. There was no way out except through that door.

She loved the Barden Bellas, but sometimes she just wanted to feed them to Luisa.

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Aubrey's eye twitched as she stared at the three unconscious women she had found in Beca's store. Behind her Fat Amy was trying to discreetly fit a container of something under her shirt. Aubrey was pretty sure that she had taken it from Beca's store. If she listened hard enough, she could hear Fat Amy whispering something about cream and Bumper to Stacie.

They were all idiots. Every single one of them.

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Beca lazily sat in her seat in the stands as she waited for the annual fighting tournament to start. She'd prefer to work on her business, but the smell had still not worn off, which basically guaranteed no customers. She figured she might as well enjoy her unexpected day off, so she went to the DSM Hall to ask Luisa on a date, all the while reminding herself not to phrase it as a date. Except when she got there, Luisa was no where to be found. Thus there she was, prepared to take notes on how to better improve her armor and weapons by analyzing muscle heads beat each other up.

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Of course Luisa wasn't at the DSM Hall. She was in the damned tournament. She was the defending champion of the tournament.

Luisa's eyes caught Beca's and lit up. She gave Beca a blinding grin-damn her pearly white teeth-before she was called away by the proctor.

With Luisa pre-occupied, Beca found her eyes wandering around, looking for something interesting as she waited for the next fight to start. Near Luisa was a man with spiky blonde hair in all black doing...push ups? He looked up and caught Beca staring at him. He jumped up with a wide grin and started flexing his muscles. He brought his right bicep up and kissed it. Still flexing, on occasion switching poses, he winked at Beca. In the middle of blowing Beca a kiss, the man froze. He turned around, only to find Luisa glaring at him. He seemed to shrink into himself as soon as he saw Luisa's glare. He dropped down and began doing his push ups with a renewed fervor.

Beca's eyebrows couldn't rise any higher.

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Luisa had learned many things during the tournament. The most important one? Jamie was a menace that needs to be dealt with. Beca was hers.

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Luisa won, of course.

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"Do I get a prize?"

Beca jumped as Luisa whispered in her ear.

"When did you get there?!" Beca's heart was not slowing down. It had nothing to do with Luisa's face being so close to hers. Of course not. Beca was a horrible liar.

"Just now. You don't seem happy to see me, maus." Luisa was pouting now. Beca's heart was definitely not going to slow down anytime soon.

"Who wouldn't be happy to see such a beautiful woman?" Beca had long given up on trying to develop a filter around this woman.

Luisa grinned-was that a hint of a blush on her cheeks?

"Well? Do I get a prize?"

Beca paused. Luisa's eyes were sparkling, and her fingers were playing with Beca's. Her hands were so soft.

"Yes."

Luisa's grin came back in full force.

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Luisa's prize involved going to every single food stall during the festival. Though the only one eating was Beca. Luisa was more occupied with stuffing Beca's mouth with food.

"I'm only 5 feet. I can't eat that much!" Luisa's eyes stared at Beca pleadingly. Beca sighed, picked up a carton of fried food they had just bought from one of the many stalls they had stopped at, and gave it to Luisa. Luisa smirked in triumph as she continued feeding Beca.

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Luisa and Beca stood in front of Beca's house saying their goodbyes. She had refused to let Beca go until they watched the sunset together, and even then she insisted on walking Beca home. Beca easily gave in, but not without an exaggerated eye roll.

Luisa pulled Beca close to her, pressing her lips to Beca's cheek and whispered, "Thanks for the date." Pink lips frowned and perfect eyebrows furrowed when Beca didn't respond. She pulled away from Beca's suddenly tense body.

"Date?" Luisa's frown deepened when she heard the hesitation and anxiousness in Beca's voice.

"Yes." Luisa was worried now, everything was going so well.

"Oh." Beca seemed like she wanted to say something more.

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Beca began to avoid Luisa for several weeks.