Bechloe. They don't know each other. Club. Every time someone flirts with Beca, Chloe suddenly flirts with said someone. Beca gets enough of it! You can take it from there. Bonus points if you use the line "dude, seriously?" X
A/N: Gay club!AU. Also I'm making it one person because Lazy!Gwen.
This was a bad idea, Beca thinks as she stares into the bottom of her empty glass. All around her, patrons dance, drink, laugh, and—namely—socialize.
And what is Beca doing?
Sitting at the bar and casting sideways glances at a redhead a few stools down.
"Hi."
Beca looks up to see a girl, a little older than her, with short, spiky hair and a nose ring. "Um, hello."
The girl plops down on a stool next to her and touches the metal bar that runs through the to of Beca's ear. "That's hot."
"Thanks. I—"
"You'll never guess what I have pierced."
Beca glances up sharply to see the redhead on the other side of Nose Ring Girl (whose eyes widen comically). "No shit?" she asks, cocking her head to the side.
The redhead just winks and holds out her hand. "I'm Chloe."
"Jo." Nose Ring Girl looks at Chloe in a way that makes Beca feel like she needs to take a shower.
She clears her throat, frowning at the loss of attention. "I'm Beca," she says loudly. Jo turns and gives her a that's nice look. Chloe leans over and whispers something in Jo's ear and they both laugh. "Dude, seriously?" Beca mutters under her breath, suppressing the urge to add, "I was here first!"
It's only when both of the girls turn around to stare at her does she realize she's said it out loud. She laughs awkwardly, feeling her face flush.
After a long pause, Jo looks at the screen of her phone theatrically. "Oh, I have to go. It was nice meeting you guys!" she hurries away before either girl has a chance to respond.
Beca stares at her hands, feeling Chloe's eyes on her. "I was right," she announces, and Beca gives her a strange look.
"About you being hot when you're jealous," Chloe clarifies, scooting over to the stool next to Beca's.
"I wasn't jealous," Beca says defensively.
"I was here first," Chloe mimics. "You're either jealous or three years old."
The brunette crosses her arms, looking Chloe up and down, seeming unsure. "Do you really have… you know," she gestures her arms vaguely, "pierced?"
"Oh God, honey, no," Chloe says. "What kind of person do you think I am?" Then she leans forward and whispers, "Why, do you want me to? Because if I'm gonna do it I'd rather do it with you."
"Oh, no, that's fine," Beca says quickly, shaking her head.
Chloe laughs. "Let me buy you a drink."