Previously:

Five minutes later, Bumper comes back with a cart full of beers. No one even questions the cart. The alcohol is loaded into Donald's car and the ride back to Barden is silent.

"Finally. What the hell took so long?" Hat asks as the quiet group brings in all the beer they could carry.

"Hat, just get up and help us with the rest of the damn beer so I can get drunk all ready," Beca bites out. Taken back by her mood, he does as she says and takes Caleb with him. It isn't long before all of the beer is sitting in the center of the lounge. The furniture is rearranged to make a protective circle around it, and for easier access. They all take one and chat idly. As time goes, the aca-people wander off until just Stacie, Donald, Chloe, Benji, Bumper, Fat Amy, Jesse, Aubrey, and Beca are left. As Lilly leaves last, Chloe scoots everyone closer to the beers in a tighter circle.

"So," Chloe starts, "Stories. Who first?"

It takes less than a second before Fat Amy proudly raises her hand. "I was once kicked out of Hometown Buffett."

"You mean that place where you pay to be seated, but then just get up and get whatever you want at the little carts of food?" Aubrey asks in disgust.

"Yeah. I was kicked out for trying to steal the gumball machine."

"Okay," Chloe, still cheerful as ever, looks expectantly at the rest of the group.

Beca, knowing she will be forced to talk at some point, decides on a not-embarrassing story. "I was talking to this one chick last year during Music Theory about bands. You know, Blink-182, Coldplay, The Proclaimers, Yellowcard, bands like that. Ms. Estranbool told me that I can't talk while she's talking. I then told her she can't talk while I'm talking. I was kicked out, but that means I got another nap in. It's a win-win."

"Next!" Chloe chirps. No one steps up. "Okay, my turn then. I was kicked out of Subway because I took too long to order."

"Damn," Benji says. "How long were you there?"

"Only like an hour and a half. There were so many options!" she defends.

"I got invited back to this one place after having sex in the bathroom. Turns out it was the manager, and I was at a strip club," Stacie states, as if this is the most normal thing to have ever happened. Which, for her, it probably is.

Her admission gets the ball rolling.

"All the Trebles started bursting out into song. They never let us back into Hooter's after our rendition of T-Pain's 'Apple Bottom Jeans'," Jesse mentions.

"I yelled at the bartender because he promised me a good time but when I asked for a pink unicorn he tried to slap my ass," Fat Amy states.

Aubrey, just buzzed enough, sheepishly joins in. "I tried to steal the microphone. I took it in my purse, but before I left I had to pee, like that intense drunk pee. So I went into the bathroom. The whole club now knows that Cathy isn't really pregnant and she just wants Josh to stay with her but she's tired of not being drunk. They also know what me peeing sounds like."

"Beca and Jesse's turn!" begs Chloe.

Jesse decides to talk, seeing as be knows Beca won't. "We got thrown out of a bar during the summer. Neither of us actually remember the name of it, seeing as we snuck through the back. Anyway, we got in and we were there for a couple hours before Beca started dancing. Like drunk dancing. With everyone. It was completely opposite of how she normally is. Then this one dude trips on his way past her and spills his drink. And this guy was drinking those fruity drinks, so it was really sticky. And drunk Beca, oh God do I love drunk Beca, she decides-"

"To go home," Beca finishes. "The end."

"Bec, I'm not buying you those ear spikes unless I get at least one full story!"

Jesse smirks at Beca's scowl as she stays silent. "Anyway," he continues, "she decides she needs a shower. In the bar. A shower from the bartender's little spigot things, even though they would make her even more messy. Before I can stop her, she has her shirt off and is standing on the bar, showering herself in alcohol. The drunk crowd cheers. I go to help her, seeing as I was the designated driver and hadn't had anything, when Beca and I are thrown out."

"Wait, seriously, Flatbutt? Why have I not seen you this drunk yet?" Fat Amy shrieks.

"Because I do not desire to bathe in alcohol again."

"Then-" Jesse starts again.

Beca turns and glares. "Seriously, Jesse. Enough."

Jesse give her an apologetic look. "Sorry." She turns back to the others. "And-on-the-way-out-she-puked-on-the-dance-floor!" He says in one breath.

"Jesse Swanson!" She yells as the rest laugh. "All right, enough stories. Do those suffice for 'scary' ear spikes?" Beca asks Chloe. As the ginger nods, Beca looks at Bumper. "You're awfully quiet," she smirks.

"I just don't have any stories," he mutters, annoyance creeping in his voice. Jesse glances back and forth between the two as the rest tense up. Beca laughs.

"Whatever." She looks to Chloe and Aubrey. "What now? And •no more stories,•" she stresses.

"I could show you a magic trick!" Benji offers.

"No offense, Benji, but the last time you showed us a trick we had to call the ambulance to get your head out from between the banister's bars," Beca points out.

"Oh, yeah."

Jesse's eyes light up. "333 Ways To Get Kicked Out of Walmart!"

Beca groans, as does Donald. They look at each other. "He made you, too?" Donald grimaces.

She shakes her head. "No. Tried to."

"Wait, what is it?" asks Aubrey.

"It's when you purposefully try to get kicked out of Walmart by doing stupid things," Beca replies.

"Seriously, though, some of them are pretty awesome. Like go fishing in the aisles. C'mon! It sounds so fun!"

"We're not arguing the fact that it's fun. We would just rather not be kicked out of Walmart," Donald responds.

"Yeah," Beca agrees. "Where else would I get giant boxes of cornflakes for five dollars?" she smiles smugly.

Fat Amy is devilishly smiling. "Let's do it! It sounds more fun than riding a kangaroo while eating an enchilada and salsa dancing!"

"Amy, that doesn't make sense," Aubrey nags. "Anyway, I think you guys should do it. I'll be the referee, and it will be boys against girls. We make a list, and the ones with the most done within half an hour wins."

"But how will we know that the other team has actually done it?" Stacie inquires.

The blonde thinks for a moment. "One member of each team will video tape you doing them."

Jesse is so excited that his knees are bouncing. "Let's go!" He runs toward the parking lot. The rest look at each other before Beca sighs.

"C'mon. We should catch up to him before he hurts himself." She follows after him and the others follow her.

Bumper drives. They agree on rules and lists on the way there. Once he has pulled up in front of the blue, yellow, and white store the group files out of the car and makes their way inside. Then they head over to the camping section.

"All right," Aubrey brings out her stopwatch and pulls up a collapsible chair. "You have half an hour to get everything on the list done. Once the thirty minutes is up, or both teams have been kicked out, we will compare the lists and check the videos you take to make sure you actually did them. The one with the most done wins. Sound good?" Everyone nods. "Okay. Ready?" The boys face to the right, the girls to the left. Beca and Jesse have their phones ready to take the video. Each person nods in turn. "Go!" The record buttons are pressed and they run in opposite directions.

Both groups continue running before realizing they look suspicious and slowing down.

"What's first?" Fat Amy asks.

Chloe looks at the list. "Take the items from one person's shopping cart/basket and switch some of them with someone else's."

Stacie leads them through the aisles, looking for two carts near each other this late at night. "Why are there even people shopping this late?" She asks as she finally spots two carts. Well, one is a cart, the other is a basket. The basket is resting on the ground behind a young couple, both with blonde hair. The cart belongs to an elderly woman. They are on the hygiene/ health aisle. "Everyone besides Beca go down at least four rows. We'll be there in a minute." She tells them over her shoulder without looking back to see them nod. Strolling down the aisle, she takes the first thing she grabs from the old woman's cart and continues on casually. She looks down to see. . . Adult diapers. Gross. Passing behind the young couple, she squats down next to their basket and pretends to look at the variety of deodorant, as if she urgently needed deodorant this late. Or early, it was 1:00 AM. Her arms reaches over the basket, making a grab for the Dove antiperspirant but actually dropping the diapers in exchange for a smaller cardboard package. She grabs the Dove deodorant and oases the couple again, walking toward the elderly lady. Stacie stops by the toothpaste, to make it more believable. While stopped she looks down to see condoms. Flavored condoms. Actually I could use some of these. . . Mission, Stacie, mission! Just get it done! With that, she keeps walking and drops the condoms with a plop! before running six aisles down, Beca following her.

"Did you get it?" Fat Amy asks.

Beca and Stacie nod before Chloe grabs a pen from in between her boobs and crosses it off. "Next, we have to move a 'Caution: Wet Floor' sign to a carpeted area. That's easy-peasy. They always have one near or in the bathrooms."
The girls go to the bathrooms and Stacie distracts the (male) employee near there while Chloe steals the sign. After that they drop it off in the clothes section.

Beca is enjoying this. She really didn't expect to, but she didn't realize how much she missed Chloe and just having fun with everyone. So when Stacie suggests she do the next one, she agrees before handing over her phone to Chloe. Fat Amy yanks the list from Chloe's pocket and unfolds it. "Since we're already here, we should do number 7- hide in the clothing racks and, when someone is looking through them, scare them by shouting 'pick me!'"

Beca doesn't have any trouble fitting inside the circular rack. She's in the sweater section, and decides to look at them while she waits. She then quickly decides to not do that, because gross, who the hell would wear a Hello Kitty sweatshirt with plastic spikes on the shoulders?

Beca hears someone rummaging through the sweater rack behind her, so she quietly turns. She waits, just hearing the screech of metal hangers against the metal rack across the aisle.

As a hand pops through her sweater rack and pushes the sweaters (starting from spikes Hello Kitty) to the left, Beca closes her eyes. She pops her head through and shouts, "Pick me!"

Opening her eyes, she puts one leg through the metal bar at the bottom of the rack before looking up to see . . . Luke.

Both opens their mouths and say, "Awe, hell."

AN: The girls will continue with their list next chapter! I'm not sure when I will be able to update. We are doing state testing, so I really need to focus. I have to take a test for all four subjects, because I'm in 8th grade so they have to place us for high school. Ahhh!

Anyway, if y'all want, I might be able to do a little one-shot of the boys' shenanigans in Walmart? But if I do it probably won't be for quite a while.

Along with the Walmart continuation, I think you might even find out what's happening to the Honey Buns!

I would like to thank a couple people for their encouragement, even if they didn't think anything of it, you are very kind. So, to:
•Chirp (guest reviewer)
•Doctorlovergirl97
•and Swain64, who asked for a shout out and I couldn't deny a reader something as simple as that.

Extra special thanks to:
•thecurlingiron- as always, AJ, you're amazing. Thank you for helping me, especially with my writing.
•Smashmo- I would put the name you signed the PM with, but I wasn't sure of you wanted your real name out there. Anyway, your kindness toward me, just shown within three messages, was amazing. I'm glad you enjoy the story, I must be doing something right :)

Review if you'd like, it'd be much appreciated. Until next time!

-Aimee