Author's Notes: Good morning guys, thank you for all the wonderful reviews and thank you again Skeptizism for helping me fix my translations. Google translate can only do so much. Anyway, lets move on to the next chapter. Enjoy :)


Amy comes over to the table at the pub the five friends were having dinner at later that evening. She was holding a tray of drinks ready to hand them out.
"Ok, one wine for Stacie, one fruity cocktail for Aubrey, not for you shorty you can't hold your girly drinks, a beer for you aaaannnnd one water for our hungover ginger princess!"
Chloe groans as her friends all laugh and cheer at how sick she still felt. She grateful sips the water, still feeling a little uneasy in her stomach.
"Don't worry Chloe, the British have great food to help cure hangovers." Beca assures her, "It's even better than our American hangover food."
Amy sets down the empty tray, "Ok, hold up Small fry! The British may have invented hangover food, but Australians have redefined it."
"Australians? Please! The only good thing you've done is invented wifi!" Beca scoffs, earning a glare from Amy.
"Watch yourself, Beca!" Amy says, seriously, "You may just start a fight you might not be able to finish."
Chloe leans close to Beca and whispers, "Australian mafia!"
Beca weighs up her options, "Ah, no, you're absolutely right, Ames! Australian food is better."
Amy looks at Beca slightly confused at quickly she changed her mind, but decided to go with it, "Damn straight I'm right!" Amy grins, taking a big gulp of her beer, "I'm always right."

Beca breaths a small sigh of relief, given how far Amy goes sometimes, it was best to not get on her bad side. The five women begin to fully catch up on their lives, Beca finds out about all the things that had been happening while she had been gone. Like how kickarse Aubrey was at being a lawyer, Aubrey couldn't help but beam as she told Beca about her job.
"Sounds like you made a really great decision coming to New York." Beca smiles happily.
Aubrey nods, knowing Beca actually had a lot to do with her decision to come to New York, she would be forever gratefully to her.
"You know, it's still weird to me that you two are friends." Chloe says, looking at Aubrey.
"I gotta tell you, it wasn't easy." Beca says, dramatically, "Aubrey is a tough nut to crack."
"Tell me about it!" Stacie mutters, earning a shove from Aubrey.
"Well, Beca proved to me that she wasn't just the weird stalker alt girl that I thought she was and she wasn't actually too bad of a person." Aubrey says, as lovingly as she could muster.
"Aw Bree! You do care!" Beca says, rather touched and amused at the same time.

Aubrey rolls her eyes as everyone has a good giggle.
Beca hadn't enjoyed a night like this in a really long time. As much as she loved Emily, it wasn't the same, she had come to really love her group of friends and now she couldn't wait to go home.
"So where are your London friends tonight Beca?" Amy asks, interestedly.
"Emily and Benji are on a date." Beca says, smiling, "And quite frankly, it's about time. Benji's been crushing in Emily since he laid eyes on her."
"I still can't believe Benji lives over here too. Small world." Stacie remarks, sipping her wine, "But hey, at least you've gone down from six enemies to four now."
Beca and Stacie laugh a little, though nobody else knew what they were talking about.
"Actually, I think I'm still averaging five mortal enemies, and surprisingly it's not Aubrey anymore." Beca says, smirking at Aubrey's confused face.
"Who else did you piss off Beca?" Stacie asks, now interested.
"Ugh, my boss Luke!" Beca pulls a face, "He hates me more than my other four enemies put together."
"What did you do?" Amy asks, sipping her beer.
"Existed!" Beca answers, making everyone snigger.

"Come on Beca, he can't be that bad." Stacie says, reasonably.
"I assure you, he is. Luke can't help but think that he's more important than everyone because his uncle is the CEO. I honestly don't even think Warren likes him that much." Beca remarks, thoughtfully.
"Wow, how bad do you have to be for your own uncle to not like you?" Chloe says, tiredly sipping her water.
"Luke's good at his job, but he's just a natural born arsehole." Beca explains, "He spent my first five months trying to get me fired, and when he couldn't get that to happen, he spent the last year trying to get me to quit. Ugh, he's just a lot to handle sometimes."
Beca sips her beer as she hears the door of the pub open, she looks over and groans at who she see.
"Speak of the fucking devil." She rolls her eyes, "God, he's like Beetlejuice, say his name three times and he fucking appears!"

Everyone turns to get a glimpse of the handsome blonde man walking through the door with an attractive looking woman on his arm. Beca couldn't help but wonder where he found this poor soul. Maybe she should go find out if she's here against her will.
"That's him?" Stacie asks, whispering, Beca nods dully.
"Wow, he's better looking than I expected. The way you've always described him made him sound like he had horns growing out of his head." Aubrey says, looking at him making his way into the pub.
"You can't see them because of his thick puffy hair." Beca snickers, sipping her beer.
"I'd do him." Amy says, lustfully, eyeing him carefully.
"Of course you would." Chloe giggles, shaking her head.

The whole table breaks into laughter, Beca would actually love to see Amy trying to pick him up. She would be a force to be reckoned with and Beca could only imagine how uncomfortable Luke would be being hit on by a forceful Australian.
"Oh, I think our laughter has caught the attention of the demon." Chloe says, spying Luke walking towards them.
"Demon? I like that." Beca smirks, lovingly nudging Chloe, "I wonder if I could call him that and get away with it?"
"Well, you can only try." Stacie grins, wilfully.
All of them giggle once more as he approaches their table. He seems vastly interested in the table of women Beca was sitting with.
"Rebecca." He greets her smugly.
"Lucas." Beca says, not even looking at him.
This is how they had come to greet each other lately. The fact being, that neither of them had any respect for the other, so they had resorted to calling each other by their full name. Even though it infuriated Luke, Beca didn't care that much.

"So, I heard you've been far to incapacitated to attend your job. You don't look unwell to me, I'm sure Uncle Warren will love to hear about this." Luke remakes, pompously.
Beca shrugs her shoulder, seemingly unfazed by Luke's threat, "Go ahead, Warren already understands that constant travel can take a toll on your body. I should probably warn you about that, since you think you can do my job better than I can." Beca smirks, turning to look at him, "I've put all the ground work in, now you just have to make sure you don't fuck it up. You know, like you do with your job."
The table sniggers as Luke tries to stay calm. It seemed the few days she has had off hadn't done anything to dull her sharp tongue. He was not pleased about this development. He looks around at the group of women Beca had with her. Some of them were quite pretty.
"I didn't realise you had friends, or did you just pay a bunch of call girls to fill the lesbian loneliness you've clearly been having lately?" He says with a smug look.
"Wow Luke, how long have you been working on that line? It was pretty good, it almost stung a little bit." Beca replies, barely batting an eyelid.

Beca may not have been offended, but the rest of the table certainly was. The table of women now glower at Luke as he looks down at Beca. If he wasn't careful, he may find himself in a whole world of hurt before the night was through.
"Well, if they aren't call girls, they would have to be your friends." Luke smirks at the glares he was currently receiving, "Surprising, seeing as you're not exactly a likeable person."
"I'm amazed you can recognised something you don't have, Luke." Beca says, sipping her drink, "It must be hard having everything in life, yet no one likes you."
His smirk becomes as thin as a line, he truly hated Beca Mitchell, but he'd never seemed to get too much over her. The only win he got over her was rejecting every time request leave she ever put in. He had to try a different tactic.
"So, are all of you dykes too or are you all fair game?" Luke asks, deciding to attack Beca's friends instead.

All Beca could do was smirk, this wasn't going to end well. Beca calmly drinks her beer and waits for the inevitable to happen. This idiot was going after a New Yorker, an Australian, a lawyer and Chloe, who was extremely sweet, but has been known to cut a guy down at the knees when necessary.
"Wow, does that pick up line actually work or are you just wanting to die tonight?" Stacie asks, tilting her head in interest.
Luke leans on the table with a smug look, "Well, you tell me sweetheart?"
"I'm happy to say, hard pass!" Stacie assures him.
Luke looks to Aubrey beside her, "Ew! Don't look at me, I'm with her." Aubrey says, pointing at Stacie.
"So you are all a bunch of dykes! Such a shame, most of you are rather nice looking." He says, looking around at the table, "I never did understand lesbians. You know, all you need is some good dick to fix that, right?"
"Oh, we just buy those." Stacie fires, back without missing a beat, "I've called mine Barb, because it's red and it lives in the upside down, if you know what I mean."

The whole table bursts into laughter, as Luke's face contorts into fury. They were just like Beca, all disrespectful and vulgar. This is why he usually doesn't hit on Americans.
"Americans!" He scoffs, disgusted, "You're all a bunch of vulgar twits."
Amy, who had been unusually silent this whole time, lets a huge, brilliant smile take over her face. She stands up and takes Luke's shoulder.
"Well, lucky for you big boy, I'm not American!" She says, with a suggestive wink.
Luke shudders, clearly not attracted to Amy in the slightest. He gives her a nauseated look.
"My expressions of interest does not extend to some convict from down under." He screws his nose up in disgust.
"Ooohhh, this boy has a death wish." Chloe mutters, still drinking her water.
"Out of everything you've said tonight, Luke that was a very big mistake." Beca warns, hoping he'd rein himself in if he didn't want to end up in Amy's grasp.
"Please, I'd rather take my chances with my actual date, than with some trollop who clearly doesn't know when to unstrap the feed bag." He remarks, insultingly, "I regret my interactions with all of you."

He walks off in a huff, clearly not getting the conversation he was hoping for. Amy watches him walk away and somehow doesn't seem as offended as everyone feels she should. She sits down and picks up her drink.
"He wants me." She says, confidently, before drinking the rest of her beer.
Everyone cracks up laughing, her outstanding confidence had to be admired.
"You sure Ames?" Aubrey asks, amused.
"100%! I guarantee by the end of tonight I'll have him in bed!" She says with a smirk but Aubrey's face becomes very serious, "Legally, Bree, legally!"
Aubrey groans into her hands, for some reason that didn't make her feel any better about it.
"Stop stressing, he will come willingly…on all accounts!" Amy says with a wink, making the whole table groan.

Two hours later, Chloe and Beca walk down the streets of London hand in hand, laughing at the antics of the night. Beca was feeling beyond happy, even though they still had a lot of working out to do, she felt that they were finally on the same page again. Beca grips Chloe's hand a little tighter, just like she used to do.
"Are you feeling a little better?" Beca asks, gently.
"Not really, I swear the closer I get to 30, the less I can drink." Chloe groans, feeling sorry for herself.
"But you've never been able to drink much anyway, Chlo." Beca giggles, swinging their arms a little.
"I know, what made me think shotting a glass of whiskey was a great idea, I will never know!" She grimaces, clutching her still uneasy stomach.
"Luisa can make you do crazy things, that's for sure." Beca says, seriously, knowing what kind of effect the German had on people.

"Speaking of crazy, do you actually think Amy is going to get your boss to go home with her?" Chloe asks, thoughtfully.
"I don't know, Luke has a type." Beca answers, cryptically.
"Which is?"
"Well, Luke is wanting to be CEO, he will sleep with anyone who will either help him further his career or do it to destroy anyone who may get in his way." Beca answers, seriously.
"Are you serious? What a disgusting person!" Chloe says, thoroughly horrified.
"According to my staff, I'm the first female manager that's lasted longer than two months in that office." Beca says, oddly proud of that achievement.
"Seriously?" Chloe asks, completely surprised.
"Yeah, I get the feeling he's very threatened by new managers, especially female ones. So, he charms them, then seduces them, then breaks their hearts. They're usually gone within the month." Beca explains his process, only knowing this from Emily, who had seen at the very least 5 female managers leave.

Chloe couldn't help but be extremely disgusted, what kind of a person does that to further their career? And Beca's had to put up with that for 15 months? Chloe couldn't even begin to imagine the crap that Beca's had to deal with.
"He didn't hit in you, did he?" Chloe asks, frowning.
For some reason, Beca never did get around to telling this story to Chloe. Back then their conversations were brief, because Chloe didn't want Beca getting too upset about leaving her, so it never came up.
"Yeah, once. There was an odd thing there from day one, I swear he couldn't decide if he hated me or if he was attracted to me. For the first few months he stayed on the hated side, because I was pretty sarcastic towards him." Beca explains, noticing Chloe's smirking face.
"You sarcastic? I would have never had guessed." Chloe giggles, delightedly.
"Yeah well, I was sad about being away from home, I had to channel my emotions somewhere." Beca grins, "Anyway, about four months in, he comes over to me and apologies for all the crap and asks to stop fighting. He was trying to make amends and by amends, I mean he wanted to take me to his version of the red room."

Chloe starts violently shaking her head, "Nope, no! Don't continue that part! I still feel sick, I physically cannot vomit anymore tonight."
Beca chuckles, "Ok well, try as he may, I had to inform him I was a lesbian. That didn't go over well. If Emily wasn't there that night, I'm honestly not sure what would have happened. He looked very angry."
Chloe looks shocked, "He wouldn't have hurt you, would he? I mean, he's still your boss."
"In all honesty Chlo, my New York instinct was preparing to kick in and I was trying to figure out which piece of office equipment I could use as a shiv." Beca admits, scratching her head, "I told Emily I would have handled it fine, but seriously, I don't know what I would have done had she not been there."
Chloe grabs Beca's hand tighter, just horrified at the story Beca had just told her. She starts to think if it was a good idea to have left Amy there in the pub with him, but reasons that Amy was probably scarier than anything he could throw at her. But even so, she worried a little.

"Do you think Amy will be ok?" Chloe asks, voice her concerns.
"Um, I think so. He was angrier at the fact that I was gay, rather than turning down his advances." Beca says, "Though I imagine Amy being the one taking control in her situation."
"Oh I don't even want to think about it, I heard enough sounds on the plane." Chloe shudders, "I have never in my life wanted to hear my friends having sex, and now I have those sounds burnt in my brain. Too bad the alcohol couldn't have killed off that memory."
Beca snorts earning a glare from Chloe, "I'm sorry, it's just too funny! Amy sleeping with her flight attendant and Aubrey walking in? I mean, that's funny!"
"Poor Aubrey, she actually may need therapy after that. I have always been so careful, so others wouldn't walk in, but Amy is way too comfortable with herself to care." Chloe says, uncomfortably, "Which is great, but I'd never want any of my friends hearing or walking in on me. I don't care confident I am about all of this." Chloe gestures to her body.

Beca laughs again, she had really missed this. Just hanging out and talking about nothing in particular, just being in Chloe's company was starting to make Beca feel whole again. How quickly they fell back into the swing of things, it was just easy for them. Beca looks over to Chloe, she looked pale and still a little queasy. Yet, Beca only saw the beautiful woman she fell in love with two years ago. What this time away has made Beca realise is she never wanted to be without her anymore. She needed to make every moment count.
"Hey, tomorrow after you've had another good sleep and feel a little better, how about we go on a date?" Beca asks, suddenly.
Butterflies erupt in Chloe's stomach, "Like have a first date again?"
"Yeah! We're starting to date again, so why not go on our first date again? I can't promise a $1000 dessert this time, but I think I can make it just as awesome." Beca says, looking into Chloe's eyes smiling.
Chloe leans forward and kisses Beca, "Yes! I would love to go anywhere with you, Becs!"
Beca smiles giddily, "Ok, well I better get you home for some rest. We have a big day tomorrow!"