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I'm still not quite sure how I got here.
There's people screaming everywhere, Jessica's stuck in a glass coffee table and Emily just smashed a really expensive guitar through a balcony window. Why? I don't know, but she might've just been able to open it if she hadn't panicked.
Did I mention the fire and thousands of bees swarming?
I should probably start at the beginning.
An hour earlier, after forcing me into the dress she'd smuggled and informing me of her plan to redeem the Bellas in DJ Khaled's eyes, Emily had somehow managed to convince all the other girls to go along with it as well.
Even Amy seemed impressed with the current Bella captain, which is a miracle in itself. There was talk of some sort of tart and I think my girlfriend was channeling her inner Aubrey, because she 'drill sergeant'ed' the girls and I to the hotel and casino across the street in a way eerily similar to the blonde woman.
We look super hot if I do say so myself.
Across the street actually meant around the block and I regret shoving my feet into the heels that had been thrusted into my arms. I'll definitely have blisters when these puppies come off.
The Casino Casa Reyes is unlike anything I've ever seen. There are a bunch of expensive cars parked out front and very official bouncers standing at the doors. I hold my breath in anticipation, but the large man just waves us in.
We walk up the—painfully tall—staircase, where we enter the lobby, It's dimly lit and decorated with lavish red-patterned carpet and gold vases. People mill around, talking and laughing. This is probably the first time that the group as a whole is dressed correctly for an occasion.
"Okay, ladies," Aubrey comes to a halt and turns to face us, "let's divide and conquer. You ready?" everyone nods, either too scared to argue or just plain lazy. "Let's rock it! Lilly? Come with me."
Beca goes with Chloe, CR is with Flo, and Ashley pulls Jessica off in another direction.
In any of these situations, Emily is automatically my partner, so we follow along after Aubrey and Lilly, who probably have a better idea of what we're looking for. Amy's already wandered off, going up the stairs with some guy who she probably plans to get real acquainted with.
If you know what I mean.
Aubrey stops at the bar to ask about DJ Khaled's whereabouts, but the bartender quickly informs her that he doesn't know, but cannot give out confidential information about guests even if he did know.
The stress of this wild goose chase we're on causes me to reach for the nearest glass of champaign and take a large sip. Emily sticks her arm out for one too and freezes when she catches Aubrey's glare.
Although the steely look isn't for my girlfriend.
"Grace," her voice is painfully neutral. "Aren't you only 20?"
Nodding thoughtfully, I respond, "That would be correct."
"I'm 21!" Emily exclaims, unhelpfully.
"Then you shouldn't be drinking, Grace. It isn't legal."
"It is in Spain," I grin, tapping my glass to Em's and then downing the entire thing; watching, as the blonde woman grips the edge of the bar top tightly, no doubt wanting to strangle me right now.
Lilly is behind the bar, shaking a tumbler and probably making something that could destroy this entire casino, but I'll give her the benefit of the doubt for my own sanity.
"We'll shelve this for now," Aubrey sighs, yanking Lilly from her potentially dangerous mixture and out from the bar. "because we have something important to do, but don't think I won't be mentioning this to Chloe later."
Emily and I watch as she marches off towards her next victim, most likely to intimidate them into giving her info. Her and Stacie seriously need to get back together. She was much nicer then.
"When do you think she'll remember that Chloe isn't as opposed to she drinking as she thinks?" She asks, tilting her head to meet my gaze.
Shrugging, I shoot her a smirk. "It doesn't matter. As long as she doesn't figure out its Beca that'll flip shit, I'm not worried." The sound of cheers draws my attention towards one of the many tables set up in the room where people are gathered around playing cards. "Alright, I'm gonna go kick someone's ass in go fish."
A hand clasps down on my shoulder, stopping me from going any further.
"I don't think that's such a good idea, little G," my eyes follow the hand up to the face it belongs to, to see CR frowning at me. "The last thing we need is another Bella with a gambling problem. It starts out as a game of go fish and the next thing you know, you're twenty-thousand dollars in debt."
I'm not quite sure what to say to that. "…I'll just stick to monopoly, I guess. That way I'm only losing fake money."
"Good girl," Cynthia Rose removes her hand and smiles, "now let's round up the rest of the group and see if they found anything."
"You mean you and Flo didn't find anything?" my eyebrows pinch together in confusion.
CR and Flo both shrug, "We did find a lot of booze, which we definitely had to try because we're in another country and as they say: 'when in Spain,'" CR recites with a laugh.
"Yeah, no, I don't think that's how that goes," but, my words are lost on them, probably due to whatever they've already had to drink so far.
"In my country, my village was known as the prime marketplace for purchasing alcohol." Flo explains, going off on another one of her 'in my country' tangents, which are usually hilarious, but often poorly timed. "My mother used our toilet to distill it and my brother and I were forced to use a hole as our bathroom."
Ever the kind soul, Emily tries to be sympathetic to Flo's story, unlike the rest of us, who have learned to just keep the conversation going as if it she'd never spoken in the first place.
"Wow, um," she flounders, looking for something to say in order to sympathize with our friend, "that's awful Flo, but at least, uh…"
"—Hey, look!" I interrupt, spotting Aubrey and Lilly coming towards us. "It's Aubrey and Lilly. Maybe they found out where Khaled is."
It's a relief, because now Emily isn't standing next to me with her mouth gaping like a fish at a loss for words, and everyone is focused on the new arrivals.
As it turns out, neither of the two others had found anything out. We stand together in silence while waiting for anyone to come up with an idea that might help us locate the famous DJ. Jessica and Ashley have also joined the rest of us. Scanning the area, I spot Beca and Chloe standing on the far side of the room, seemingly doing nothing as well.
I point this out to the others who turn just in time to see Chloe borderline assault Beca by pushing her up against a pillar. There's a unanimous decision to approach the couple and Aubrey is the first to speak, eyes narrowing on Chloe's hands clutching at Beca's breasts.
"What are you guys doing?"
Next to me, Emily looks as if she just walked in on her parents doing it, which has actually happened to her before.
Twice.
I don't think enough therapy in the world can erase that image from her head.
I, on the other hand, am not surprised at the scene in front of me. I've grown accustomed to stumbling upon the two during intimate acts.
Beca and Chloe turn around to face us, eyes wide. "Nothing," they chorus, voices higher pitched than normal.
"You guys were hiding behind a plant," I remind them, "with Chloe's hands on your boobs."
"Kinky," CR comments with a wink, before redirecting her gaze elsewhere. "Hey, ain't that Mr. Eye Contact?"
Low and behold, standing several yards away is the guy that Beca was talking to earlier. The British one who works for DJ Khaled, which my girlfriend points out. She also adds that the group should follow him.
The girls sneakily—not in any way, shape or form—follow after the man, and eavesdrop to find out what floor he's headed to. Once we figure it out, we wait five minutes before piling into the elevator to finally—hopefully—find DJ Khaled.
This night is turning into a low-budget Mission Impossible remake.
The elevator doors open into DJ Khaled's private suite, which looks more like the area of the entire Bellas house.
It's huge!
People are everywhere, talking and drinking, while music pumps through the speakers. The room is dimly lit, accenting the lightly colored walls and adding to the chill vibe.
"One of us seriously needs to get rich, so that we can stay somewhere this nice," I whisper to Jessica, who nods eagerly.
Mr. Eye Contact—Theo, I remind myself what Beca had called in the elevator—,who is sitting on a chair directly in front of us, spins around as if he has eyes in the back of his head. Beca greets him with fake surprise that I'm positive he sees straight through as he jumps over the back of his seat and they engage in an awkward conversation. He invites us to 'hang out' and gives us a tour.
I notice Chloe clenching her fists in front of me, no doubt extremely jealous.
We meet Sunburst—who might be a My Little Pony character with a name like that—the juiceologist, where we learn another interesting fact about Flo when he offers us some beet juice. Does Guatemala have a king? I thought they had a president.
Next, is an apiary which they use to harvest honey.
I immediately take a step back, pulling Emily with me in order to prevent any disasters the clumsy girl could potentially cause. I do not need to find out I'm allergic to bees tonight.
"Beca," Theo points at her, "I've got to show you something. You're gonna love this!"
"Sure," the brunette says in an unsure tone.
She takes a step forward, followed by Chloe when Theo claims that, 'he'll bring her right back,' signaling that he only means Beca. He leads her off into a separate room, leaving the rest of us to mingle—loiter.
Chloe, who is absolutely fuming, heads straight to the nearest server and grabs two glasses of champaign, downing the first immediately and clutching the other tightly.
"Yeah," I drawl, turning to my girlfriend and Aubrey, who are the only ones still standing around. "I don't want anything to do with that volcano that's going to erupt later on. She's all Beca's."
The three of us are chatting by the windows when a man in uniform walks up to us, his gaze focused on Aubrey.
"Are you Aubrey Posen?" he asks, his uniform decorated with many badges and medals.
Aubrey nods quickly, "Yes."
"I'm a friend of your father's," he introduces, offering his hand, "I'm General Davis. In fact," he pauses, "I've just come from our classified briefing."
I don't think I've ever seen the blonde as excited as she is at the mention of her dad being in Spain.
"Oh my gosh, so you were just with Aubrey's dad?" Emily asks, clearly thrilled for our friend.
"Wait, Aubrey's dad is real?" my words are teasing, but General Davis doesn't laugh. Emily and Aubrey smile awkwardly. "Tough crowd," I mutter to myself.
"He was so excited to see your show," the General continues, causing the other two to exchange grins, but my lips pull down in a frown at his use of past tense. "it's just too bad that he can't make it."
There it is.
Aubrey's face falls for a moment, before she masks her disappointment with a forced smile. "Oh," she speaks softly, "oh, that's okay."
"Yeah, it's really okay," Emily echoes, whether because she's upset herself or just to make Aubrey feel better, I'm not sure.
"That's totally okay, he's a busy man," the former Bella captain keeps going, "and as my dad always said: expect finite disappointment and remember, there's always more where that came from—oh!"
She tries to lean casually on a candle stand and ends up tipping it over where it hits the window and catches the curtains on fire, sending flames up to the ceiling.
Complete chaos erupts.
As everyone's backing away in terror, Emily knocks into Jessica, who's sent flying backwards and lands on the glass coffee table, and Ashley is pushed over a chair by another guest. Emily covers her mouth in horror, probably going into shock.
I'm trying to help Jessica up when there's a loud crash behind us. Someone had knocked into the blender and the lip popped up, causing beet juice to spray in Flo's eyes. She must have stumbled into the apiary in her blind panic, knocking it over and releasing the bees.
Complete and utter chaos.
"Someone open a window!" Chloe screams, swatting away the bees like the rest of us.
CR and Emily can't open the door, so Emily backs up, picks up a guitar, and swings it like Thor's hammer through the door, smashing the glass and the instrument.
Did I mention the fire?
And there's chapter 6! Leave a review and tell me what you think!