Sweet Escape
Bre was about to hit dial for Tom's number, until she caught sight of a tipsy Chloe. The redhead swayed in the brink of losing bonds sobriety trying to convey a message, Bre acknowledged what she said and redirected her attention. Moving to another number on top of the list-
"Hey Bre, we're almost there!"
"Cancel Party in the USA!" groans were heard on the other line "we're doing the Sweet Escape!"
"That fun, huh?"
Depositing her phone into the back pocket, she surveyed the area looking out for the rest of the squad. That's when she lost sight of Chloe.
"Damnit, Chlo" Pushing through the masses and finding higher ground, Bre found the target tumbling headfirst into a familiar looming figure. Sizing the alternative emo and deeming her worthy enough to just drop off Chloe a street away.
It was just one street away, it couldn't be that hard. As a leader Aubrey, prided herself in knowing the surroundings before entering an unknown territory like a native would, but a nagging feeling gnawed at her as she pushed the brute away. Hopefully they would be able to get scotch-free from any attention Chloe's fam probably had roaming the streets looking for gossip or reports.
- x -
Meanwhile…
Beca honestly had no idea where North Street Avenue was, being taken to the gig by Jesse. Jesse landed this recent stint during his job as a radio host, giving her demo to the club's owner weeks prior.
The only place Beca knew where to go was the meeting spot for Jesse to pick her up at, which was a coffee shop down the street. Unknowingly both staggered towards the opposite direction of North Avenue.
During the journey, Beca may or may not have dropped the drunk doctor a couple times. Not all falls have been her fault, she reasoned:
Point proven -
Chloe fell in one swoop after an uneven slab of concrete, disagreed with her lifestyle choices.
"Hey, you okay there?" Beca bent over checking for any bruising, Chloe glared at the judgemental slab of concrete before giving the brunette a tilted smile.
"Don't worry" slurred Chloe "I'm a doctor!"
Withholding a laugh behind her hand, Beca reached down to pull Chloe back up again. Eliciting a memory of when she had to relearn walking. The frustration she had with herself.
"Believe it or not, I know how it's like walking like a newborn giraffe."
"I know," the redhead muffled, "I was there." Beca didn't realize how close she pulled Chloe towards her, the redhead was staring at her intently almost enough for Beca to see the drunken glint mist over the powder blue eyes.
"Um, where?" Beca crinkled her nose, stepping away from Chloe. Jostling her feet towards the coffee shop.
"When you walked like a newborn giraffe." Whispered Chloe
The brunette thought back to the times, couldn't remember seeing anyone watch her during the physical therapy sessions, granted sometimes she wallowed in self-pity. There were times though, when she had some particularly rough days; she would find a small gift waiting on her bench afterwards. Sticks of gum, cds, candy or pencils and a notebook.
"You're the one that left me gifts on my bench?" pondered Beca out loud as Chloe slipped again towards the steps of the coffee shop.
The waitress took them to a dim corner of the coffee shop and left them to their own devices.
Beca's fingers felt the small scratch marks on the vinyl countertops of the 24/7 coffee shop. She's been meaning to say something …anything to the Doctor that saved her, trying with stops and starts of mental ice breakers to the drunk unaware version of Chloe. Hunched over her coffee she looked at everything, but the person she wanted to speak to. Checking the reflection on the dark liquid, shown her that Chloe was rearranging the salt and shakers to a little hum of Imperial March.
Enjoying how the drunken sun burnt strawberry drunk that was so whimsical, so unguarded - pocketing and unintentionally treasuring the small observations.