A/N: So sorry this has taken me so long to update. I have no other excuse other than, I just completely forgot I was supposed to be writing this. However, I believe I have found my pace again and so here is letter G for you. Also, I would like to point out that I am from the UK, so if any of this is geographically incorrect or the teams or places mentioned don't actually exist or play soccer, I apologise. And I had to try so hard not to call it football the entire way through! Enjoy…
G is for Game Day.
The Bellas were all in high spirits, sat in the back of their bus, singing and laughing together, on their way to Barden's soccer team's away game. It was the final game of the season, and if the boys won their match, it would mean Barden University were the champions of their university league. The Bellas had been asked to perform a song and dance routine for the half time entertainment- their performances and win at the ICCA being legendary across America, with many schools jealous of the talent Barden showcased. They were only half convinced that they would get there safely, with Lily being in the driver's seat and already having muttered something about the "last time being a complete accident and unlikely to happen again".
Chloe sat at the back of the bus, rummaging around in her gym bag. She squealed with delight when she came across her desired object.
"Right bitches. Who votes we have a little fun before the show? Shots?" Chloe flashed the bottle of tequila at the rest of the Bellas, a mischievous smirk on her face.
"Chloe Marie Beale. No." Aubrey shook her head at Chloe's 'ludicrous' suggestion. "We are Bellas. We must remain professional at all times".
"Oh live a little mom." exclaimed Fat Amy, as she carelessly clambered over the heads of Jessica and Cynthia-Rose, nearly tripping over headrests and getting her feet caught in seat belts, as she made her way to the back of the bus to snatch the bottle of tequila out of Chloe's hands.
Beca put her arm around Chloe and pulled her close to her, giving her a kiss on the side of her head. "This is why you're my girl. Fucking awesome idea Chlo".
"Seriously? You guys are legitimately going to get drunk before a performance?"
The rest of the Bellas turned to face Aubrey, all with a look on their faces which screamed: "Yeah. Why the fuck not?"
"C'mon Bree. It's the last game of the season, it's not a home performance. It'll be funny."
Aubrey simply shook her head and turned away from the rest of the Bellas. Chloe shrugged and gestured for Fat Amy to pass her the tequila.
An hour or two later, the Bella's pulled into the sports arena of the University of Georgia, the team they were visiting for the day. Aubrey stepped out first, prim and proper, to greet the opposing captain and discuss the finer details of their anticipated half time performance. The rest of the Bellas somewhat stumbled or staggered off of the bus, giggling, not being so secretive about the fact that they were all either drunk or tipsy. The girls were led to a changing room and told they could rehearse their performance- instead, Chloe pulled a bottle of wine out of her bag.
"Fuck me. Didn't realise I was dating an alcoholic now" laughed Beca.
"Whose up for getting more drunk?"
"Nah. Chlo. It was fun at first but Aubrey is kind of right. We do have a performance to do and we should remain somewhat professional" Cynthia-Rose stated, whilst simultaneously attempting to drag her eyes away from Stacie who was in the middle of changing into the short, tight crop top she had opted to wear for her performance outfit.
"Stop being boring guys. I'm getting smashed."
A little while later, the girls were waiting at the edge of the pitch, only a few minutes to go before the half time whistle blew and they were expected to perform.
"Erm. Guys."
The girls all turned to the voice which had caught their attention. They looked at Legacy, waiting for her to say what she had to say. Legacy was looking slightly concerned, her eyes fixed to a certain point on the pitch. They followed her gaze to the field, where the game was in full force. It was a close game between the two sides, with each needing to win. There were tough, muscular men, in their zone, running full force up and down the pitch, tackling one another, desperately attempting to win the ball for their team. And there, in the middle of it all, was a very drunk Chloe. She had found her way on to the pitch, and was attempting to pull the whistle out of the referee's hand and around his neck, onto her own. There was a boo from the crowd, as a home player was taken out viciously by Barden's defence and no penalty was awarded.
The Bella's circled around one another, some of them doubled over with laughter, the others concerned for Chloe.
"What the fuck do we do?"
"Well we can't exactly run on and get her."
"Wait. Look." It was brought to the girl's attention by Flo, that the boys had become aware of the pitch intruder and called a time out.
The girls began shouting for the ginger's attention. "CHLOE"
"BEALE. COME BACK."
"CHLOE. STOP. PUT THE WHIST- OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST" screamed Beca, as her girlfriend ran away from the ref, and straight towards the soccer ball, which was lying, untouched in the middle of the soccer pitch. She picked the ball up with her hands and ran towards the opposing team's goal. The boys simply let her run past, unsure of how to handle the clearly drunk and extremely attractive girl who was running away with their ball. She stopped, just short of the 16 yard box and paused, adjusting her position slightly. She pulled her leg back, ready to kick.
"She can't kick a ball to save her life. This will go down well". muttered Aubrey.
The ball flew out of Chloe's hand as her right foot made contact with it. The keeper, clearly willing to entertain Chloe's pre-halftime spectacle, made a genuine dive at the ball, attempting to stop it going in the goal. It soared passed his out-stretched hand and landed into the top right hand corner of the net. The crowd, who had begun to see the funny side of the interruption, roared with celebration, as did all the players on the pitch and the Bellas. Chloe ran around in delight, doing an aeroplane celebration as she ran back towards her friends.
"I scored." she simply slurred as she reached the Bellas.
"Yes. Yes, you did babe. And now Georgia's keeper looks mighty pissed you scored against him. That's my girl."
The Bellas all turned to glance at the opposing team's keeper, who was picking himself up off the ground, looking very sheepish, before they burst into laughter.
"Drunk Chloe steals the show at game day. Interrupts the soccer, grabs the ball and scores past the keeper. Alcohol nil, Chloe one."
"Hey girls! I think 'game day' is my G" said Chloe, before she hiccupped and ran towards the trash can.
