They had an uncomfortable wait at the bus stop by campus as it was the only way to get off campus and in to town. They had decided against Beca driving considering what they were going to the bar for birthday drinks with the Bellas. Beca kept adjusting her pants and shooting furtive looks at passerbys. Knowing what was running through her anxious girlfriend's mind, Chloe pushed her body, if possible, even more snugly into the brunette's warm body. Beca didn't miss the fact that the redhead was trying to put her at ease by subtly covering the brunette's pelvic area with her body, it seemed to give the small DJ some peace of mind to stop fidgeting. It always surprised the redhead how her girlfriend could turn from sultry and dominant to anxious yet apathetic. It thrilled Chloe knowing she could do that, make Beca intensely passionate about something. So passionate her brain could not focus on anything else but that one thing. Because Chloe knew there were only two things in the brunette's life that could render the small DJ completely silent. Only two things that stole Beca from everything else around her and everything else inside her head. Chloe and music.
"Baby no one sees it. I'm the only one who knows it's in there," she did a quick scan of their surroundings before turning her body into Beca and ever so subtly grinding against the brunette. Even if the redhead had wanted to, she couldn't have stopped the smallest of gasps rushing past her lips. At this the DJ chewed her lip, suppressing a smirk, and failing miserably.
They heard a rumbling approaching and Chloe was quick to step back from the brunette but never letting go of the younger girl's hand. The bus pulled up alongside the stop and the two climbed on. Chloe greeting the driver happily, and Beca trying for an awkward nod of greeting and they were off.
The bar was a bit busy, but it seemed to be the regulars. Chloe recognized a few of them as she had come to this bar up to her second semester of junior year when she finally turned 21. It was after all popular in town for being one of the few, if not the only one, that was much less strict on IDs. The bar regulars were accustomed to the BU crowd, and often ended up striking conversations with them. The Bellas were easy to spot in the dingy bar. Further in tucked against the wall were the rowdy group of girls. By rowdy it meant: Stacie was currently using her pool stick as somewhat of a pole to dance against, Aubrey was all but feeding water to a small Jessica leaning up against the wall trying to drunkenly wave away the Bella's captain, Cynthia Rose was hustling a couple of guys at darts, and Fat Amy was lying on top of the long forgotten pool table laughing uncontrollably. She lead the small brunette behind her nodding and greeting a few of townies who looked up at them as they headed in the direction of the group. The first one to spot them was Cynthia Rose as she waiting her turn at the dartboard.
"Well it if isn't the birthday girl!" She turned briefly to the men behind her. She pulled a wad of recently won cash from her pocket handing them $20 each. "Games off fellast. Your asses got lucky my girl Chloe showed up." She turned and threw one arm around Beca and the other around Chloe. Beca briefly wondered how much drinking they had missed exactly C.R. pulled them both further into the bar towards the rest of the Bellas.
Fat Amy who had just sat up and hit her head on the pool table light noticed them next.
"OY! BLOE'S HERE!"
She moved off the pool table with such speed Beca didn't even have time to attempt to stop the Australian before she was wrapped in a tight hug pushed against the redhead being equally crushed in Amy's other arm.
"You get it?" she gripped them even tighter yet. "Beca," she practically shook the small DJ in one arm to indicate this one was Beca. "And Chloe," this time she shook her other arm where Chloe's neck wobbled at the force Fat Amy's shaking. "Bloe!" She proclaimed proudly once again mashing them together in a hug one in each arm.
"Ha. Very clever." The DJ shot back dryly battling her way out of the vice like grip and Fat Amy only laughed proudly to herself. Then she was wrapping her arms around them, pulling a Beca who had been attempting to escape back against her and dragging them towards the bar. From the back corner the small DJ saw her best friend emerging from the bathroom. She wasn't all too surprised Luke was here with Aubrey. She threw an arm up to wave hello, his face lit up at seeing his best friend had arrived and he waved back. Amy, however, showed no signs of stopping, "let's take some shots skinny bitches!"
And Luke knowing what was best for him didn't interfere. He would have plenty of time later to hang out with Beca after Fat Amy got the couple sufficiently drunk.
Beca was truly appreciating these shots. It was nice to not slam back hard liquor and trying not to gar, she was genuinely enjoying her drink. She smacked her lips at the sweetness from the Buttery Nipple they had all just had. The name made her roll her eyes and laugh. Fat Amy was ordering what she called a Brain Hemorrhage next. That didn't sound healthy Beca wandered before downing the shot as it was brought to her.
They took a break to play some pool. As it turns out, it was once again Fat Amy and Aubrey against Beca and Chloe. The small DJ looked at her girlfriend, it seemed they were both reliving the beer pong game against Fat Amy and Aubrey. Seemingly to have a conversation without saying a word, they giggled at each other.
"Alright, it's lesbians vs. hot bitches round dos." Fat Amy threw up two fingers at Beca as the brunette was chalking the tip of her pool stick. Beca was well aware that she was very drunk.
"Ch-yeah' soon to be lesbians 2 – straight bitches 0." Beca scoffed and shot back in her drunken trash talk.
"Excuse you midget?" Aubrey giggled back.
The small brunette just nodded and wiggled her eyebrows in a "you heard me" manner. Chloe took a moment to roll her eyes, it was amazing how hard those two tried to not get along.
"Alright midget. For that, I'm breaking." Aubrey strode past the brunette and lined up the cue ball.
As it turns out, Aubrey should never be allowed to break for a pool game. Her shot immediately sunk two solid color balls.
"We're solids." She announced nonchalantly not surprised by her success before circling the table gazing at the scene in front of her predatorily. Beca quirked an eyebrow perhaps somewhat panicked and shot a look at her girlfriend.
It wasn't long before Chloe's body was pressed up behind her, the redhead was always a close talker. She was an especially close talker when she was drunk, and the fact that Beca was her girlfriend, meant the redhead's lips were practically brushing Beca's ear at every word making the small DJ grip her pool cue tightly in her hand.
"We probably shouldn't have challenged Aubrey to a game of pool baby." Beca took a moment to enjoy the comfortable weight of the redhead leaning against her shoulder.
"What do you mean?" the brunette gave back cheekily.
"Aubrey's dad has a pool table in the house. Let's put it this way, baby. C.R. may have just hustled those guys back there," she paused for effect nodding in the direction of the now forgotten dartboard, "baby, we're about to get hustled." Chloe tucked her head into the DJ's neck and giggled at herself. Beca in turn giggled because she loved when Chloe giggled.
"I think Bree plays pool better when she's drunk too." Chloe's hand was resting on the brunette's hips as she held the DJ closely to her body.
Aubrey proved Chloe's point by banking another solid ball in and grinned to herself in a self-satisfied way. The redhead feeling particularly bubbly giggled and leaned into her girlfriend once again to whisper in her ear. "She told me sophomore year she used to raid her dad's liquor cabinet and play pool to past time since she was never allowed to go out."
The blond lined up another shot, and missed her next shot prompting Beca to hiss a small, "yess!"
Aubrey looked up, quirked her eyebrows and gestured to the table before walking back towards Fat Amy. Luke walked up next to his best friend a beer in hand, "Okay now that was pretty hot. You have to admit."
Beca's rolled her eyes at Luke but was surprised by her girlfriend's voice.
"Oh yeah, I admit it. Bree knows she's good at this. It's pretty hot."
Again the small DJ found herself looking incredulously between the two of them high fiving. Chloe kissed her girlfriend on the cheek laughing at the look on Beca's face. Chloe circled the table before lining up her shot perfectly. The redhead sunk the ball with ease and Beca's jaws dropped. Okay, so it was totally hot watching a gorgeous woman play pool. What could she say? She loved her redheads.
Chloe walked towards Beca with a little smirk that made Beca wander how she had ended up with the most gorgeous woman in the world. The redhead seeming to sense her girlfriend's eyes on her turned around and sent a sultry wink Beca's way.
By the time it was Beca's turn, Fat Amy had already had another round of shots brought to them at the pool table. The boisterous Australian had then gone on to shoot the white ball in. Aubrey has drunkenly rolled her eyes with a smile. But there seemed to be a calm confidence emboldening the taller blonde at the pool table.
Beca, who had been eyeing the stripes and where they were moved up for her turn. After fishing the cue ball out she lined it perfectly for a shot. She looked up and sucked in a breath at the way Chloe was looking at her. The redhead smiled at her brightly before the DJ shifted her focus back to the game. The ball sunk in and Chloe drunkenly applauded while cheering, "Whoo! That's my girlfriend! That's my girlfriend everyone!' and the smaller brunette flushed red in the cheeks seemingly to fight down a smile while lining up her next shot.
By the time it was Chloe's turn again Beca hadn't had any more to drink but had seemingly gotten steadily drunker by the second. She was so much more drunk currently as she tried to line up a shot at the table than she had been her last turn. Taking careful aim she took her shot and ended up simple jabbing the side of the cue ball causing it to roll harmlessly to the side not hitting a single ball.
"SCRATCH DJ BECA. SCRATCH!" Fat Amy announced rowdily going on to imitate a record scratching, hand movements and all.
Aubrey who had been resting easily between Luke's leg's as he sat on a bar stool shot a cheshire grin at the small brunette before making her move toward the table.
"Oh suck my balls blondie!" Beca playfully shot back at the satisfied looking blonde who in turn laughed and gave the recently retrieved cue ball a kiss and the small DJ a playful wink.
There really was no hope to begin with what with Beca's increased drunkenness which hindered her ability to walk in a straight line, much less shoot a ball in a straight line. Not to mention the increasing sultry looks Chloe shot Beca kept the small DJ's focus anywhere but on the current game. Then there was Chloe's pool game which as it turned out relied heavily on luck.
At some point the small brunette, feeling particularly playful, pushed herself against Chloe as the redhead took aim under the pretenses of giving her a helpful tip.
"More like just the tip, amirite?" Fat Amy joked getting a high five from Luke.
The game ended with Aubrey calling a corner pocket and getting the 8-ball in.
Then Aubrey had dragged Chloe off for a best friend birthday shot, and Beca found herself nursing a beer to try to keep her alcohol levels steady and playing darts with Luke. A game she again lost miserably at as Luke pried a stray dart from the wall where Beca's aim had failed her quite spectacularly.
The sullen group of men which C.R. had been hustling in darts earlier reassembled at the neighboring dartboard now that their fierce competition was busy chatting up a woman at the bar. Quiet as ever Lily seemed to appear magically besides them, a glass in her hand filled with a few ice cubes and amber liquid that Beca was certain was straight whiskey in hand. The Asian stood behind the group of men staring meaningfully at them until they halted their conversation to turn towards her. Grinning a small grin, eyes wide and unfazed she slapped 2 crisp $20 bills on the wooden surface nearby eyeing the dartboard.
Luke and Beca looked between the group of men and Lily.
"$40 for a game sweetie?" one of them asked with a slight intone of amusement lilting behind his words.
Beca frowned. Sweetie? Who the hell did they think they were? But she remained silent. Because all Lily did was smile a little more and slap another $20 bill over it.
The men grinned raising their eyebrows, almost shrugging as they each slapped their cash on top of Lily's pile of money grinning. Beca could practically read their minds, they thought it was easy money.
"Dude…" she shot a look at the quiet Asian who simply turned to stare at Beca, smile still in place. No words were spoken, "…okay." The DJ raised her hands in surrender. Lily seemed to know what she was doing.
"Uhh-Becs are you sure?" The brunette's best friend was looking between her and the Asian who then turned her grin and wide stare to his direction. He shrugged, immediately dropping the subject of objection as well.
"Why don't you go first darlin'." One of the men who had followed his friends in putting $60 down grinned at Lily.
It was Luke's turn to frown, but before either he or Beca could speak up against it Lily walked up to her mark all three darts in one hand. A focused frown on her features, Beca could on describe the look as an angry pout. Which she had seen many a times from the quiet girl. The beatboxer pulled her arm back taking a deep breath and seemed to freeze with focus. Then leaned into her throw, a flick of the arm and a quick release on all three darts at once. They flew so quickly Beca's eyes could barely track them. And by the time she had caught up to their speed they had dug themselves deep into the bulls eye on the dartboard.
All. Three. Of. Them. Perfectly lined up creating a triangle as they stuck out against each other. The small brunette's eyes bulged. If she had been taking a sip of her beer she would have spit it out in shock. Lily's glass of whiskey was still grasped calmly in her hands, the liquid swashing lightly in it's glass. Beca looked to her left, Luke's mouth had dropped open in surprise and he his head was moving from the dartboard to the small Asian as if it were an intense tennis match.
Lily for her part looked expressionless once more but turned to look in quiet expectation at the men. Who had similar expressions of wide eyes slack jawed dumbfounded surprise. Blinking eyes the only sign that they had not simply turned still as statues. Moving forwards Lily took the money still lying upon the wooden surface. Wide vacant eyes just dangerous as she looked at the men daring them to challenge her win. They seemed to scramble for something to say, somehow to argue their loss. But came up short.
With a curt nod and a return to her angry pout her hand closing on the cash, Lily turned to face the still shock still DJs.
She waved the money at the two DJs and grinned "shots…" with a barely audible whisper. There was nothing to do but follow her as she led the way to the group of Bellas.
Between Beca and Luke's excited retelling of just what Lily had just done, several Bellas running back towards the dartboards to observe the three darts protruding form the cork, and the firm slap on the counter with a fistful of cash. Shots were pushed towards the Bellas' direction. They downed their shots merrily still patting Lily on the back, who grinned maniacally with a new whiskey in hand.
And suddenly arms were around her waist pulling her backwards and a flash of blonde hair whipped her face as she saw Aubrey pulling Luke. Turning her head while stumbling backwards she saw the redheaded Bella's shining face. Cheeks glowing with the shot they had just taken.
"Come on Becs! People are dancing! There's never dancing here! We have to dance!" Chloe's enthusiasm was infectious and Beca found herself laughing despite the fact that Beca Mitchell doesn't do dancing. She looked up at the big space between the corner where the pool table was and the front where people were seated at the bar. The group of Bellas were dancing enthusiastically to the music, Fat Amy at the center pumping her fists like there was no tomorrow. With a deep sigh and a chuckle Beca noted that it was only the Bellas dancing. Which would answer the redhead's drunken question of how magically there was dancing tonight and she absolutely had to partake.
But the redhead in question slipped herself into Beca's arms, pulled the brunette's body tight against hers. Beca was immediately reminded of something in particular she had in her pants as it made contact with Chloe's body. Chloe shot Beca a coy smile and slowly rolled her hips against the brunette who's mind seemed to have sprung a leak.
The redhead leaned in, leading Beca's arms by the wrist to wrap around her own body. They had been hanging uselessly at the brunette's side, because again Beca Mitchell doesn't dance. But as if they had jump started her heart and brain all at once, the DJ wrapped her arms around the older Bella's waist and pulled tightly until Chloe was flush against her body.
Chloe's head was light with alcohol, her lips were buzzing with it, electrified by it. She could feel it warming her body making her nerves tingle, and the music became part of her as she moved to it. And with even less of a filter than she normally had, (and let's be honest, she only really had a filter for Beca's sake,) she leaned into the DJ as her hands trailed up to Beca's neck pulling her closer.
"Becs. I'm so wet for you." She whispered. Because it was the truth. Because she had spent the night between conversations and imagining what Beca was going to do to her later. Because the alcohol thrumming through her body made it easy for her mind to run wild and free. And she had indeed been imagining hot, sweaty, naked bodies sliding against each other. The way her body felt like it was on fire when Beca touched her. The way Beca looked at her when Chloe stole one last glance at the brunette before she orgasms. All the little details had been playing in her mind all night.
The DJ gasped, and with no intention of doing so rolled her hips against Chloe to the beat of the music. And in response the redhead clung desperately to the DJ as a smallest of whimpers rushed past her lips and into Beca's waiting ones. And suddenly the DJ's lips were on hers. Beca thought she felt the redhead's pulse through her lips. She vaguely remembered this has happened on another occasion. They had been drunk then too, and for brief moment, if only because her mind had been wiped blank at the touch of Chloe's lips, she wondered if it was alcohol induced or in her imagination. Was it her pulse? But Chloe's hands were moving in her hard pulling her deeper into the kiss. And Beca's fingers pulled the older Bella's body deeper into her own.
They broke the kiss and Chloe tucked her head to the side of Beca's, breathing in the DJ's shampoo. The brunette's hands were pushing impatiently at her back and a mischievous smirk etched its way onto Chloe's face. She let her lips graze the younger's women's ears as she whispered again. "I need to fell you. I need to feel you hands on my body."
Beca inhaled sharply, Chloe could feel it in how the body tucked against hers moved, she could hear it. She grinned again, "I…" she paused to leave a soft kiss on the tip of the ears, a brush of her lips. "I'm aching to feel you inside me."
"Wait-wait Chlo." The brunette's hushed voice rushed over Chloe's collarbone. Breathy and all air as the brushed across her chest, and for a second the redhead worried. Why was Beca asking her to stop? Was she okay? But the DJ's fingers were numbly gripping numbly at the other Bella's hips. Hands under the thin material of her shirt, nails leaving half crescent shaped bites in pale skin. And Beca's eyes were slammed shut as she took in a deep steadying breath as if to forcibly calm herself.
Chloe smirked at the sight. Beca eyes were still shut, head bowed down as she breathed deeply through her nose. And the readhead watched at the effect she had over the DJ. The incredibly sexy mysterious badass DJ, feeling the way Beca's fingers dug into her sides, the way her hands seemed to squeeze intermittently at the older Bella's hips as if to keep herself from slamming Chloe into the nearest surface.
"Let's go."
The words were so abrupt it tore Chloe out of her reverie.
"What?" She rushed out breathlessly now adjusting to the intense gaze Beca was fixing her with. Those dark deep blue ocean eyes burning into her as if her gaze it's could burn Chloe's clothes off.
"I want to take you back to my room. And ravage you all night long." The brunette seemed to have snapped out of her moment and made a decision. A decision that she was going to take Chloe back to her bed and squeeze every last whimper, gasp, and moan she could from the redhead's body.
The older Bella having not yet provided a satisfying answer, the DJ pulled Chloe into a crashing kiss that made well have melted the redhead into a puddle on a the floor. And by the time Beca had pulled away Chloe was felt nodding dumbly to the demand.
"Yeah...yes. Yes please baby, take me back. Now."