Beca led them to the middle of the dancefloor, a great mass of gyrating bodies around them. Mina could feel the music even more here, it practically was moving her. She sighed and started to sway unconsciously. In front of her Beca closed her eyes again, head bobbing in time with the music for a few seconds before she opened them again and started to dance. Mina swallowed. It was like nothing she'd seen the Bellas do. It was purely club dancing, and lord above if it didn't turn Mina on.

Beca looked up at Mina and grinned. She her eyes wandered Mina's mostly still body and she cocked an eyebrow to ask why she wasn't dancing. Mina snapped out of it and started to actually dance. The music wasn't bad, not exactly her cup of tea, but then again most club music wasn't, but it was easy to dance to and that's what mattered. She got a grin and Beca licked her lips as she watched Mina dance.

"Like what you see, mouse?" Mina teased, continuing to dance. She felt the warmth of the alcohol hitting her system, loosening her up just a tad bit. She would need much, much more before she was truly anywhere near tipsy, but this would do for dancing. She wanted to remember everything about tonight.

"Um, yeah, maybe I do. I mean, you always look great dancing."

Mina smirked. "Glad to hear it." She leaned forward so Beca could actually hear her instead of just reading her lips and guessing. "I didn't always look this good dancing. In fact, there was a time when I was quiet horrible at it. Amazing what college can teach you, ja?"

"I don't believe you," Beca breathed in Mina's ear. "There was no way that you were ever bad at anything. You're too perfect."

Mina chuckled, deep and low, shaking her body in a much different way than the bass pounded through her. "Oh, but you don't have to believe it. It is fact. Facts exist outside of the need for belief. Ask Pieter, he will tell you the same thing."

She pulled back and started to really dance again. The song switched to something she actually knew from home. She looked up at the DJ as German lyrics started to pound through the speakers. Eclectic for Americans anyway. The man standing at the booth had a self-satisfied smirk on his face as a few people in the crowd had questioning looks on their faces even as they kept dancing. Ah, so he was one of those music people. Mina looked away from him and rolled her eyes.

Beca was smiling though. "This was really popular when I was on exchange," she said, even as her words were taken away by the pounding of the music. Mina was infinitely glad she had learned how to read lips ages ago or communicating in this club would be harder.

Mina reached out and grabbed Beca's hand, acting on a whim and hoping that it didn't come back to bite her later. She spun Beca around and pulled the other woman's back against her front. She froze for just a second but Beca kept dancing, not pulling away or really even indicating that she had noticed the change in their positions.

Their hips were a little too off to make it completely seamless, but the way they fit together was perfect nonetheless. She leaned down again to speak to the little mouse.

"I was also fond of this song that summer. Pieter can still sing all the words. He was the one who drug me out every time DSM had a day off and inevitably this was always playing."

Mina glanced over and spotted Pieter downing a beer with a bland look on his face, like it was nothing at all. She snorted. Idiot.

"He likes to dance?" Beca asked.

"He likes to have fun. Clubs are just the easiest thing to find in every town we visit. At home he drags me to a great many more things, concerts, beer tastings, wine tastings, different and new restaurants, out to hike, sightseeing, whatever he thinks will be interesting. He can plan dates very, very well. I will give him that if nothing else."

Beca laughed and Mina could feel it since they were so close. "I have a feeling he would be wounded if he heard that."

"Oh, probably, but when he gets back to us, nothing will really wound him for as long as the buzz lasts."

Beca looked over at Pieter now and nodded. The song they were dancing to ended, but Beca didn't pull away. As the song switched seamlessly into the next she just stayed right where Mina had put her. Mina relaxed just a little bit and started to dance a little more freely, hoping that the loud music hid her breath hitching every now and again from the way her body was moving against Beca's. It was more intoxicating than the drinks really, but in a different, more mind melting way.

And so the songs passed with ease. No one approached them. Mina was surprised at that, but also very pleased. She wanted no one to intrude on this moment she was having with Beca. She watched from her place on the dancefloor as the pile of beer bottles around Pieter grew at a fairly alarming rate. She counted carefully even as she swayed. He had about another five in him before he was completely on the floor and unable to move. But from the looks of his competition, gripping onto the bar just to keep on their seats, he wasn't going to have to go that far. Pieter was still going to be very, very drunk though. She wondered if the little mouse was ready for that. He was definitely the overly affectionate type of drunk.

Beca turned around a couple songs later and wrapped her arms around Mina's neck, still keeping close, but slowing down her dancing as the song changed to something a bit slower than the previous songs, but not exactly a slow dance either.

"Sorry, need to catch my breath a bit." She smiled up at Mina, cheeks flushed a bit and eyes just a tad glassy from the alcohol.

"It is definitely ok." Mina wanted nothing more than to lean down and kiss Beca, but she didn't allow herself. It was too much too fast and she knew it. She just had to appreciate the fact that she was so close to the other woman and save everything else for later.

"Great. After this song do you want to get another drink? I'm getting a bit thirsty too. It's hot in here."

Oh, that it was, but not for true temperature reasons. "Yes, mouse, that sounds like a good idea."

They danced slowly as the song played on and as another, faster song started to fade in through the music Beca pulled away. Mina tried not to feel a little zing of pain at the other woman pulling away, but it was rather impossible. But then Beca grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd back to the original bar stools that they'd sat on coming into the club that had just opened up once more.

Mina flagged down the bartender and just as she was opening her mouth to request another round of drinks, Pieter appeared by their side, a huge triumphant grin on his face.

"Free drinks for the rest of the night!" He exclaimed loudly in German, slurring a bit. Mina was sure he wouldn't be able to manage English right now if he tried. Or maybe he would mash up three or four other languages with it. He was just not going to be coherent no matter what.

Mina looked over to see the men he'd been drinking with all almost on the floor. It seemed that Beca's friend the bouncer was going to get a workout tonight carrying them out of the club, because she didn't think they would be making it on their own power any time soon.

"Yes, thank you for that, but you will be having no more tonight," Mina replied, plucking his last beer from his hands and taking a sip. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't anything like what they'd had earlier.

"They will know now not to try and out drink a German." Pieter puffed out his chest.

Mina had the urge to poke him and see if he would fall over but she refrained. "You're still an idiot." She turned back to the bartender and switched to English. "A rum and coke for her and another daiquiri for me. And can you make sure this idiot behind me doesn't drink anything but soda or water for the rest of the night?" Beca snorted beside her and Mina looked down at her and shrugged to say 'It's in everyone's best interest.'

The man nodded. "No problem."

"Thank you."

She looked behind her again to see Pieter scowling, concentrating, obviously trying to figure out what she'd just said to the bartender, but the alcohol was obviously making that a very complicated task.

"What did you say to him? It was something about me. I heard the word idiot."

Mina smirked. "I'm glad you still know your own name."

Pieter rolled his eyes and then had to grab Beca's shoulder to steady himself. Oh yes, he was definitely drunk.

"You'll be lucky to remember any of tonight," Mina told him.

"I will remember all of it. I am…fine-ish."

"Ish? I think not fine is a better assessment," Beca chimed in. "You look more wasted than a frat boy at a party. Then again that's not really a stretch since you were drinking with frat boys a second ago."

"Maybe I am not fine, but you most definitely are, little mouse." He grinned.

And of course the idiot didn't lose any of his charm when he was drunk. If anything he somehow got better. Figured. Mina got more sarcastic and he became even more of a flirt. Always the opposite of each other, fitting together almost seamlessly.

Beca blushed. "You're drunk."

"And you do not think I would not say this if I was completely sober? Because I may have consumed a great amount of alcohol, but I still remember saying things of such a nature before."

Beca splutter more and turned just as the bartender was setting down their fresh round of drinks. She took a healthy gulp of her drink and coughed a bit. Mina reached out and rubbed Beca's back, trying to keep to the areas that were covered in fabric, but since there was relatively little of the dress she was finding it hard. And Beca had such soft skin. She swallowed but kept it up until Beca finally recovered.

"Sorry, breathed some of that in. Alcohol and lungs totally don't mix."

Mina chuckled. "I didn't think they did." She gave Beca's back one last pat and withdrew. She lifted Pieter's beer to her mouth and finished it off in a few drinks, hoping that the alcohol would soothe her a bit. This was simultaneously one of the best nights of her life and one of the worst. It was that first deadly taste of poison, sweet and better than anything she had before and it would kill her if she didn't slowly build immunity. For that to happen Beca would have to stay. And Mina still didn't know if that would happen.

Behind them Pieter was starting to dance in place, totally feeling it now that he was inebriated. Mina had no illusions that they were going to be drug out to the dancefloor again soon enough when Pieter lost patience with waiting for them to finish their drinks. Mina sipped her strong daiquiri and just looked at him with laughter in her eyes. Her giant idiot.

Mina looked at Beca who was also watching Pieter with amusement. Their eyes met and both of them snorted at the same time. Mina's eyes started to water. She had accidentally gotten alcohol up her nose while drinking. She grabbed for a napkin and dabbed at her face, catching the few drops that had leaked out. Her cheeks flamed red. Why in the world had she done something so embarrassing?

Beca laughed harder. "Oh my god, did you just squirt alcohol out of your nose?"

Mina blinked back a few tears. She had worked far too long on her eyeliner and mascara to have it ruined. "I may have," she said, still trying to get everything under control.

"Oh my god, the perfect goddess actually did something awkward and nerdy. I can't believe I lived to see it. Oh my god, it was so cute." Beca slumped against her and Mina froze for half a second before wrapping her arm around Beca's shoulders. Beca continued to laugh and Pieter joined in of course. Mina cheeks turned even redder if it was possible, but Beca was pressed against her, and so all wasn't lost.

Beca finally managed to stop laughing, wiping gently at her eyes with one of the bar napkins. "Sorry, but that was just great. I'll probably do something equally as embarrassing soon enough and you totally have a free pass to laugh as much as you want."

Mina pulled her closer. "I might just take you up on that."

"I definitely will," Pieter said.

Beca reached out and nudged him. "Hey, the offer wasn't for you drunk boy. You didn't just get laughed at. Though if you manage to fall on your face just know that I'm totally going to laugh."

"I will not fall down. I'm not that drunk. Remember, tiny mouse, I am German. It takes more than a few beers to have us stumbling."

Beca looked back at where the pile of beer bottles had been a few minutes before. "Few beers, right. You know you do need a liver for later in life right?"

"It's a resilient organ."

"Uh huh, whatever you want to believe."

Mina snorted and sipped at her daiquiri, this time managing to keep from doing anything embarrassing.

Pieter pouted just a bit, expression looking ridiculous on a huge man, but he didn't say anything else.

They finished their next drinks and Pieter had them on the dancefloor the second they set down their empty glasses. Beca sent Mina a look that screamed 'help' and Mina just laughed, letting herself be drug along. They ended up in the middle of the dancefloor once more and Pieter got right to dancing. Mina bit her lip for a second. Dancing with two people was easy. The logistics of two bodies pressed up against each other worked without a hitch. Three people was a bit more difficult.

But then Pieter was pulling Mina back against him and she grabbed Beca and suddenly she found herself in the most interesting type of sandwich. Pieter's hips met hers easily, grinding on her ass in that practiced manner he had after all these years. Mina felt her body responding almost immediately. Her and Beca's hips were off, too much of a height difference to really work out evenly, but it seemed like Beca didn't mind. She pressed back against Mina, in turn pressing Mina back more into Pieter, who stood his ground easily. Mina didn't need to look to know he was grinning from ear to ear. She rolled her eyes, but let herself get lost in the music. She was with the two people she wanted to be with most in the world and she would enjoy it.

Songs past. Mina could feel the alcohol really hitting her system now. She wasn't quite tipsy just yet, but she did have a nice buzz going on. Beca in front of her was most definitely feeling it as well. Her movements were looser, a little bit clumsier, but Mina didn't mind. Drunk Beca was very, very cute.

Then Pieter was pushing her just slightly forward, grabbing Beca and dragging her back against him and the height different was almost hilarious. Mina took the place that Beca had just vacated, and if she thought she had liked grinding on Beca, Beca grinding on her was even better. Beca's hands came to rest on her hips and more songs past. Mina couldn't recall the last time she'd truly had this good of a time at a club and she didn't want it to end. But she could feel the night aging around them. Soon it would be time to go. Soon their little weekend would be over.

Beca leaned up and whispered in Mina's ear. "Let's put the giraffe in the middle of this ridiculous sandwich, yes?"

Mina laughed. "Oh yes." She twisted off and quickly appeared behind Pieter. If the man was surprised by what was happening, he didn't show it. He just went along with it after a questioning eyebrow, never missing a beat. Mina pressed into him, wrapping herself as close as she could get to him. She rested her head in the indent between his shoulder blades, inhaling the scent of his light cologne, a bit of beer, and a hint of sweat. He smelled like home really. She wanted him, but also she wanted the little mouse and wondered if she could have sex with Pieter without knowing for sure that Beca was truly off limits. Not now, not after a weekend like this.

The lights came up and the music faded and Beca groaned from the front of the line. "Last call, shit, I didn't know that that much time had passed. It's gonna be a bitch to get a cab now." She broke off their little dance line.

Mina stepped out from behind Pieter, keeping one hand on his back. "Come back to our hotel room then. The couch pulls out into a bed and you won't have to worry about hailing a cab this late."

Pieter nodded. "And I would feel better if you weren't traveling alone this late either, not when you are still slightly inebriated."

"Says the drunkest one of us." She stuck out her tongue. "Seriously, it'll be ok, I just have to fight a bunch of people for a cab. You guys can see me off in one and I can make it home on my own after that."

Mina frowned. "Really, it is no inconvenience for us for you to stay the night." She bit her lip. "And if you stay over tonight we could order room service tomorrow for breakfast before this oaf and I have to get on a plane cross-country."

"Are you sure you guys can't just ditch the whole a cappella thing and stay here? This weekend has been great. Like, I basically forgot that Jesse and I broke up. I sort of forgot who Jesse was, really. I'm not sure anyone else would have been able to get me to that point." She looked away, blush already on her cheeks from the alcohol intensifying.

Mina leaned down and cupped Beca's cheek in her head. "Oh, but then where would the fun in worlds be?"

"I mean, winning is always fun," Beca deadpanned.

"But it means even more when you overcome very steep odds, yes?"

Beca rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I suppose. Come on you two perfect idiots. Let's get out of here. If you guys expect me to get up for breakfast tomorrow we're going to need to get to that couch literally as soon as possible. I'm not a morning person."

Pieter groaned. "Oh great, two of you. What have I gotten myself into."

Beca looked up at him horrified. "What are you saying, that you're a morning person?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I be? Humans are mostly a diurnal species."

"God no. It's inhuman to be up before noon."

Pieter looked back at Mina. "You've found your soulmate it seems."

Beca glanced from Pieter to Mina. "Wait, actually, if I was going to peg one of you as the morning person it would totally be you."

Mina shook her head. "Oh no, I like to maintain all appearances that I am a morning person to DSM, but I'm very far from a morning person. I agree with your statement that anything before noon is rather unpleasant."

"I honestly did not see that coming. Full of surprises, the two of you are."

They stepped out into the night air and Mina felt a little of the buzz that she'd had in the club fade in the face of cool air. She took a deep breath, sighing when it didn't quite feel right. She missed how the air at home tasted. She didn't know that such little things would matter when she had started to travel, but they did.

They made their way to the hotel and Mina was glad to see that Pieter seemed much more there as they walked. He was by no means sober, but the worst of his buzz had passed. He had probably worked a great deal of it off when they were dancing. He would probably grab something from the minibar to eat, down a glass of water, and be no worse for the wear in the morning. Which was good for him considering they were flying tomorrow.

He reached out and took Mina's hand as they were walking, and then a second later reached out with his free hand and took Beca's. Beca didn't even act surprised. She just went along with it as they continued forward.

The hotel was quiet, the only other one up was the desk clerk and they made their way to the elevator and then up to their room. Pieter slipped into the bathroom first, leaving Mina and Beca alone in the room proper. Together they pulled out the sofa bed and made it efficiently, not exchanging any words, just working together easily, somehow knowing what the other wanted before they could ever ask for it. When they were done Mina dug around in her bag, grabbed out a t-shirt and one of her pair of compression shorts and held them up to Beca.

"Pjs?"

"Oh, that's awesome, thanks." She took the clothing from Mina with a smile. "I hadn't even thought of that. Or a toothbrush. Fuck."

"Good thing we are in a hotel then who will provide such things if asked." Mina picked up the phone, dialed the desk, and a toothbrush was on the way up a second later.

"Thanks." Beca looked down at her dress. "It's totally going to look like I'm doing the walk of shame tomorrow."

Mina frowned. "I never really understood that expression. Why would it be the walk of shame? You had sex, which is usually, though not always an enjoyable experience, why would that have anything shameful associated with it?"

"Because society is fucked up with its double standards." Beca shrugged.

Pieter came out a second later, only in his boxers as normal when ready for bed. Beca stopped what she was doing and swallowed visibly, eyes tracing Pieter's abs hungrily. Mina definitely was with her there. His abs were one of her favorite things, even better when they trembled under her touch. She wondered if they would do the same thing for Beca. She licked her lips.

A second later Beca snapped out of it. "Uh, right, no staring at perfection because that could get awkward real quick, right. Um, gonna go change." She darted into the bathroom.

Pieter smirked after her, switching to French. "My, my, the little mouse look very, very thirsty just now."

Mina hummed her agreement but said nothing more. She just changed into her own pjs quickly as Pieter grabbed his snack from the minibar and munched away on some pretzels. She sat down on their bed and sighed, wanting to rub her face, but knowing that would be a bad idea before she took off her makeup.

Beca came out of the bathroom, face cleaned of makeup, hair brushed out of its club style and pulled back in a low ponytail. Mina's breath caught in her throat. Oh, she hadn't seen the mouse like this, looking so young and so very real. She was beautiful.

The mouse flopped on the couch bed and groaned. "I like going out, but the next morning always sucks."

"Did you drink some water so you won't be hungover tomorrow?" Mina asked.

Pieter held out the bag of pretzels. "These always help, too."

"Yeah, I drank water. A couple glasses while I was in there. I'll be good to go. I just meant like wakeup call time. Again. I love sleep more than I should, dudes, you don't understand."

Mina laughed. "Oh, I think I have an idea. And least you do not have to deal with airport security tomorrow."

Beca frowned. "No, I suppose not, but…Sucks you guys have to leave."

Pieter nodded. "Yes, but Worlds is in a few months at least. This won't be the last time we see each other face to face."

"Yeah, that's good at least. Months suck though. Are you on the west coast for the rest of the tour?"

Mina nodded. "Yes, we have another month left of venues out west and then we have two months back in Germany to get ready for worlds. After that…who knows. Depends on if we win or not. We have a great amount of sponsors which will only go up if we win worlds again which will mean more commitments. Right now we've left everything open rather on purpose. After our last win we took two weeks off and then we were on the road for over a year with commitments." She sighed, remembering that year. It had been rewarding in a way, but so very, very exhausting. If they won again it would only be longer this time, she was sure. The last time the tour had been all she wanted. She had Pieter by her side and a string of potential flings. It had been everything she could want. But now.

Mina looked at Beca and knew that traveling around Europe would not be what she wanted this time. Not when her mouse would be back in the United States making her way in the music industry. DSM and Pieter had been everything that she had wanted for so long, but…Mina had this feeling that if she needed to, she would leave DSM behind in a second if Beca was interested in her and Pieter. And it might be the biggest mistake of her life, poly relationships rarely lasted beyond three years, but perhaps there was a bigger mistake in choosing the opposite, to stay as she always had been.

"That has to be a bit stressful, not knowing what you're doing. You seem like someone who likes to plan."

Pieter snorted as Mina nodded. "Oh, for things like that, yes, mouse, definitely yes. For others, not so much. It very much depends on what we're talking about."

"So you like to plan out your life in some things but not in others? How does that even work?"

"There are some things that I believe need to be spontaneous." She looked over at Pieter for a long second before looking back at Beca. "You can't plan to fall in love. You can't even really plan to have a fling. It would take all the fun out of it, all the adventure. But more serious things, like moving in together, the logistics of where to live, how much to pay in rent, what I want to be doing career-wise, the details of DSMs plans, those I like to plan out well in advance so there can be no mistakes, no miscommunication, no snags in an otherwise smoothly moving machine."

"I suppose that makes sense."

Mina nodded. "Yes." She yawned. "Excuse me for a minute. I need to go remove my makeup and then I think dramatically collapsing into bed might be in order."

"And she calls me the drama queen," Pieter said.

Mina rolled her eyes and got up. She removed her makeup quickly once she was in the bathroom with quick, practiced strokes. She had done this a thousand times in the past few years. She wondered if now she could actually do it asleep. She brushed her teeth and finished up the rest of her nightly ablutions before exiting back out into the room.

She stopped to take in the scene that greeted her. Beca was sitting in the middle of her and Pieter's bed, giggling as he tickled her. It was such a heartwarming sight Mina thought it was wonder she didn't actually melt.

"Stop! This was not what you promised!" Beca gasped out between breaths.

Mina knew exactly what was going on and how Pieter had actually gotten Beca over to their bed. "Let me guess, you stretched and groaned and he offered to massage out any kinks you had before bed?"

"Yes, help me!"

Mina smirked at Pieter, dangerous glint in her eyes. "Oh, gladly for all the times he's done the exact same thing to me." She fell onto the bed and tackled him away from Beca, going straight for the backs of his knees where he was the most ticklish. He tried to press his legs back into the mattress, but Mina was too fast and soon he was laughing in that loud guffawing manner he had. Beca was behind her in a second, adding to the assault, tickling Pieter's feet.

"Uncle! Uncle!" Pieter finally gasped out after a minute. "I can take no more."

Mina sat back, smug smile on her face. "Have you truly learned your lesson?"

He nodded. "Yes, I can't go against two of you at once."

Mina snorted and shook her head. "Liar, you always say you've learned your lesson and yet this still happens."

Beca sat right next to Mina, pressing her side into Mina's. Mina smiled widely and leaned into the contact slightly. "I guess we'll just have to keep him in line then, won't we."

She looked over at the other woman for a second before nodding. "I guess we will."

The next second she found herself on her back, staring at Beca beside her still with Pieter propped up on his elbow grinning. He reached out and pulled the covers up over all of them before switching off the lights.

"Beca, do you get the feeling we've been played?" Mina asked, still looking in the other woman's direction even though she couldn't see her.

"I smell a rat," Beca agreed.

"Are you sure you don't smell yourself, little mouse?" Pieter asked.

She felt the bed shake as Beca hit Pieter lightly. "Rats and mice aren't the same thing. They're two completely different genus of animals."

"So the mouse paid attention in biology." Pieter laughed.

"Yes, I did. You were probably the idiot who goofed off in class, weren't you?"

"Yes, he was," Mina said before he could object. "And yet he always got high marks. He's a smart idiot."

Beca snorted. "And so he is considering somehow we're both here."

"What, cuddling is nice?" Pieter shrugged, moving the bed a bit. "So I came up with a very clever plan to make it a reality."

"Not clever at all," Mina said, but she settled back into the bed anyway.

The covers ruffled just a bit. "But if you do not want to, mouse, do not feel pressured to." Pieter's voice was quiet, soothing, the same tone he used when he needed to calm Mina down.

Beca sighed and settled in. "It's cool. This bed is huge and probably a hell of a lot more comfortable than the sofa bed. And you two probably make excellent hearts. That's all that I need. Just don't blame me if I don't want to get up even more tomorrow.

"I feel this as well, mouse," Mina said, sleep already pulling at her eyelids, making them so very heavy. She shifted onto her side and curled up just a bit, legs brushing Beca's. The other woman didn't pull away and so Mina just left them there.

"Well, I suppose I will be the responsible, awake one for all of us," Pieter said.

"Ugh, dude, how the hell can you do that after drinking that fucking much. Not human, I tell you."

Mina laughed. "He's the only cyborg on the team, but don't let anyone in on the secret."

"I knew it!" Beca exclaimed sleepily.

"Good night you two," Pieter said, settling back into bed himself.

Mina felt as his hand settled lightly on Beca's hip, drawing himself just a bit closer to her. Beca just hummed and mumbled goodnight and from the evenness of her breathing, was asleep a few seconds later.

"Goodnight, giraffe." Mina's eyes finally closed.

"Goodnight cat."

And that was it. They all fell asleep together as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Mina couldn't remember ever sleeping better.