F is for Fire and Fat Amy
The Bellas stumbled noisily into the kitchen of their shared house, just off of Barden campus, dizzy with alcohol in their bloodstream and all in high spirits. The majority of the girls, who had early lectures carried themselves off to bed; they were in 9am lectures but weren't going to miss a Bella night out purely on that basis. Plus, college students went to lectures drunk or hungover all the time, it was nothing new or unexpected. Those Bellas that decided to stay awake, or perhaps were physically unable to sleep because of the tequila in their system, making their heads spin, stayed up, scattering themselves around the house, making themselves busy. Stacie had turned the music system on and was in the middle of debating with Aubrey that a "simple lap dance will not give them away". Like it would make a difference. Aubrey and Stacie's 'secret hook-ups' were about as secret as Lily's psychopathic tendencies. Beca was slumped on one of the stools by the kitchen island, head in her arms, moaning that she could feel the hangover kicking in already. Her red-headed girlfriend had opened the fridge and was swinging on the door handle as she peered inside.
"I'm hungry."
"Eat then." said Beca, deadpan, not even lifting her head an inch to acknowledge Chloe. She was in no mood to deal with the hyperactive drunk mood she knew Chloe was in.
"I want grease. I just need food. You know when you just crave food when you're drunk? When you just want McDonalds? Or a kebab? That would wash the drinks down perfectly. Oh my god. Do we still have that pizza? Beca? Babe?" Chloe turned round to find Beca rubbing her temples and nursing a glass of water.
"Red. I love you but please just shut up and choose something."
Chloe squealed with delight. Beca subsequently winced in pain.
"BACON. BECA. THERE'S BACON."
Beca faked a smile. "I'm happy for you babe."
Suddenly, Fat Amy smashed through the door, holding their World Championship trophy above her head. "I made a cocktail. Shots. Living room. Now. You too Shawshank. Hair of the Dog. Carry on through it and drink man." She hesitated as she looked at Chloe. "Hold up. Is that bacon?"
Chloe simply nodded as she threw bacon into a frying pan, too drunk to notice the mess she was making. She shook the pan once, in an effort to cook the bacon faster before following Beca and Fat Amy out the room and into the living room with the remaining Bellas. Fat Amy began pouring shots for everyone, shouting at Beca to "stop being such a pussy and get back in here and drink".
"Water." was all Beca simply stated. She'd taken one look at the concoction Fat Amy had put together and nearly threw up. She was done drinking tonight.
The girls took their shots, proudly holding up their glasses when they had finished before slamming them down on the coffee table in a final triumph. Fat Amy poured the girls another, and once again they swallowed them down, barely wincing, even though there was enough alcohol in their glass to burn a hole in their throat.
A few moments later, Chloe was aware that she had begun cooking and stumbled in to the kitchen to check her greasy bacon. It was nearly there but not quite the crispiness she liked.
"Here Red. This'll make it cook faster." Fat Amy had followed her into the kitchen and handed her a shot glass. Chloe poured it in the pan.
The flames rose up out of the pan, hot and powerful. The alcohol had reacted with the grease and the heat and set alight as well as igniting both the bacon and grease, burning bright orange, dangerous flames that rose towards the ceiling, black smoke clouding Fat Amy and Chloe.
"Jesus fucking christ!" shouted Beca as she leapt towards the fire with her glass of water. She threw it over the pan, breathing out a sigh of relief as she watched the flames die, whilst she also tried not too throw up from moving so fast, the alcohol unsettled in her stomach.
Chloe ran into Beca's arms, over-dramatically, deciding to make light of the fact she nearly burnt the Bella household down, still merrily drunk. "You saved me baby. My knight in shining plaid." She planted a sloppy kiss on Beca's cheek.
Beca put her arm around her and pulled her close. "Don't ever take help cooking from a drunk Fat Amy again. No matter how much you want bacon." She shot a look at the blonde who was doubled over with laughter.
Aubrey walked in with a fire extinguisher in her hands and the 'A-Z'. "Thought you might want these."