A/N: We're back to present day
Amy's Pie Hole.
This past week was an adventure or more accurately a MIS-adventure for everyone's favorite Angels.
Apparently Rhythm Guitarist Lynn Varley and Drummer Lilly Onakuramara couldn't be bothered to drop by the house of a fan who got the shaft during their concert in Sioux Falls.
Leaving only the bassist and lead guitarist to entertain the child. Although my professional speculation is that they just posed for photos inside and then everyone's favorite fire-crotch probably led the child's parents to the bedroom, locked the door and showed them a good time. If you know what I mean?
Cause, I mean really? Ginger has been ridden more than Secretariat.
Totally not out of character for her to selfishly indulge her hedonistic impulses while leaving someone else to deal with the little sod.
Remind me, again, why her husband sought primary custody of their child?
They thought an impromptu concert in the child's back yard would make up for their own incompetence. Ugh.
~ Fat Amy Hobart, knocking twig bitches down a peg for you, the common people!
Chloe's home was just as mesmerizing as Beca remembered. A place so warm and inviting that it almost looked like one of those houses from a children's storybook.
Honestly, could it be anything but hospitable, considering who lived there?
Beca heard through the grapevine that Chloe and her husband nearly settled on a more modern design up in the Hollywood Hills.
The type of place you'd expect to belong to a tech mogul.
The kind of house with a post-modern design and an abundance of black and white tones.
She was relieved that the rockstar opted for a home instead of a house. It suited her personality.
Beca parked her Mercedes and then cut off the ignition. Dropping the keys inside of her handbag she sauntered up to the door and then rang the bell.
Ashley Jones, happily, let her inside.
Chloe sat on the couch in her office picking away at her acoustic guitar. Seeing her so Plain Jane in a light gray tank top and baggy shorts felt refreshing and a lot less intimidating compared to their last meeting.
"Beca," Chloe chirped. "It's great to see you again."
"Wow. You're in a great mood," Beca said.
"I am," Chloe let out a content sigh. "I got to talk to my little boy over the phone for a few minutes. And then I heard this lick in my head so I rushed in here to work on it. And now I'm talking to you. So far it's been the perfect morning."
Beca noticed how Chloe was practically glowing. While she looked astoundingly beautiful at their last meeting, seeing her with this kind of aura made Beca smile.
"So that explains the guitar," the producer said.
"Mhm," Chloe hummed. "I think it's going to be a ballad. I just haven't found the lyrics yet."
"Yeah," Beca ran her hand and fingers through her hair and then pointed to the open boxes sitting on the table. "So what's in the boxes?" she asked.
"Oooh," Chloe shimmied her shoulders. "Let me show you," she winked at Beca. She placed her guitar on a stand and then walked over to the mess of boxes.
The rockstar dug through the first set of boxes before carefully lifting something out. Packing peanuts and protective wrap fell as it came into full view.
"Is that an-"
Chloe peeled back the tissue papers until a ceramic receptacle was fully visible. "Yup! It's an urn," Chloe turned it around to show Beca the graphic of The Angel of Fire.
"You know that Aubrey handles the business end of things? Licensing and what-not. Right now these are just prototypes. If we like them then the company will produce an entire line with our characters."
"I-Interesting," Beca said.
Chloe's smirk turned devilish. "Oh wait till you see what's next." Chloe put the urn back into the box and then made her way over to the other side of the table where she produced a flat suede case, which she presented to Beca. "Open it," she said.
Beca opened the case and had to stifle a gasp. It was a sleek vibrator with a graphic of Chloe's stage character on it. "Holy shit, Chlo!"
"Again. They're just prototypes."
Beca chuckled. "Officially licensed Generation II vibrators and urns. Now I've seen it all," the Multi-Grammy Award-winning producer grinned like an immature teenager.
"Yup." Chloe took the case from her. "We'll get you cummin' and we'll get you goin'!" she winked at Beca.
"I'm sure they'll be a best-seller," Beca snarked.
"Totes. I mean, who wouldn't want the Angel of Fire to help them come?" she asked, half-jokingly.
"You're such a freak, Beale," Beca laughed.
"And proud of it!" Chloe smiled.
Beca walked over to the squishy couch, the same one she sat on last time. Once more Chloe retrieved a file from her desk; the two spent the next hour discussing concepts, throwing out ideas, and even trading barbs.
Chloe was the perfect match, the perfect foil for Beca's snark. Even though there was hints of it in their previous meeting, Beca was only now realizing how witty, how funny Chloe could actually be.
If Beca could imagine a future where the two of them dated, it would be a perfect one because they'd be the couple whom everyone in their inner circles would tell them how cute they were together.
"I've made my decision," Beca said.
Chloe looked at her expectantly.
"I'm in. Let's make an album," the producer smiled.
"Excellent!" the musician squealed. "Let's tell the girls. I hope you don't mind if I put you on a video call, Bec?" she asked.
"Not at all."
Chloe walked over to her desk. She opened a drawer and pulled out a skinny remote with hardly any features. Chloe pointed it at the ceiling and pressed one of the buttons.
A whirring sound startled the music producer. Beca watched as a projector screen lowered itself before stopping just short of the floor.
"Mmkay," Chloe muttered to herself, tongue sticking out while she tapped on her computer.
The rockstar set the remote down. She whipped out her phone to fire off a group text telling the girls to get on a call as soon as possible.
Not even twenty minutes passed before the screen cut to Lilly, whose box was instantly minimized to make room for Lynn, and then Aubrey until Beca and Chloe were staring at four even-sized boxes.
Lilly waved. Beca knew from the way her eyes lit up that the drummer was a huge fan.
"So this is Beca? She looks like a Gremlin. I'm getting Gremlin vibes, Chlo," Aubrey said; to which Beca rolled her eyes and fought the instinct to flip her off.
"The legend herself. It's good to finally meet you," Lynn said.
"Hey now. Celebrities are supposed to say 'Good to see you' cause you never know if we've met before," Beca teased.
"Oh, trust me. I'd remember meeting you," Lynn smirked. Beca relented. So far she'd made a good impression on three out of the four. Things were off to a good start.
Blondie would come around. Beca's disposition was sunny and just about everyone who got to know her found her fucking delightful!
The girls wanted to feel Beca out. Wanted to get an idea of where Beca's head was, to see if she was up to date with where the rock and heavy metal markets were trending so they could determine if the producer was in-over her head or just dead weight they'd be carrying around because Lynn promised Chloe that she could pick the producer.
Lynn used this meeting as a litmus test to gauge where Chloe's head was. If this was Chloe's vanity project, then Lynn knew it would be time to quit the band. She'd accept one of her other offers or embark on a solo career.
To Lynn's surprise, to all of their surprise, save for Chloe; the producer impressed them with her savvy. Beca's vision mixed with Chloe's concept, sparked intrigue.
"I hate saying this," Lynn began. "But you were right Chloe. I think Beca's going to help us make a kickass album."
Chloe breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now comes the fun part. My fee…" Beca smirked.
"Yeah?" Lynn asked. "What do you think your fee should be?"
Beca exhaled. "Five-hundred thousand along with a two-percent royalty," she said confidently.
"Are you drunk?" Aubrey fired back. "Why should we give you a two-percent royalty on our blood?"
"Well, blondie," she began, "because I have four Grammy's which is four more than you have."
"Nice," Chloe mouthed.
Aubrey opened her mouth to let fly a retort but Beca cut her off.
"And let me be clear. That's non-negotiable, so take it or leave it," the producer leaned back in her chair. Beca even propped her feet on the desk.
"She's got balls. I'll give her that," Lynn said.
"Isn't she perfect?" Chloe gushed.
"She's an agent of chaos!" Aubrey grumbled.
"What do you think Lil?" Lynn asked their drummer.
Lilly gave an eager thumbs up. Much to Aubrey's disappointment.
"Alright Mitchell, you've got yourself a deal. We'll have a contract faxed over before dinner time tomorrow. You can have your lawyers look it over if you want?"
"Pleasure doing business with you girls!" Beca winked.
"Likewise," Lynn said. "We'll be sending you our demos, too."
Chloe ended the video call. She pressed the button and the projector screen retracted and coiled itself back up into its place on the ceiling.
"You were so good, Beca!" Chloe encouraged. "I knew you'd win them over." Chloe moved from her desk to join Beca on the couch. She wanted to hug the shorter girl. Beca was very huggable and Chloe loved hugging.
They chatted idly for a minute before Beca cut Chloe off mid-sentence. "Chlo, there's something I need to talk to you about."
Chloe scooted closer to give Beca her undivided attention, "Of course Beca. What's on your mind?" Her eye contact was unwavering and full of concern.
"So, uh, that thing that happened between us last time. It-it can't happen again."
Chloe racked her brain for a second before the realization struck her.
Sex.
Beca was referring to when they had sex.
Panic washed over the ginger, "Oh god. Did I hurt you? Did you feel like I took advantage of you?" Chloe was hyperventilating. "I'm so, I'm so sorry Beca. I didn't mean to- I'd never-"
Beca rested a hand on Chloe's shoulder. "Oh my god, No! Chloe it's okay. It was fun. I liked it, like, a lot."
Chloe wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead. "Oh Beca. I was so scared. So worried that I made you feel uncomfortable."
"Not at all Chlo. I promise," she assured the rockstar.
Once Chloe visibly relaxed, Beca continued.
"I just think that things should be professional between us. Y'know?"
"Right." Chloe agreed as if it was the most natural, most obvious decision in the world. "Totally professional from here on out," the ginger nodded.
"Yeah…," Beca said.
Chloe tried not to smirk, tried not to do that thing where she chewed on her lip; she really did. And god damn if her attempt at being demure wasn't turning Beca on.
Fuck it.
"Okay. That was even better a second time," Beca fell back against the soft fluffy pillows. She was out of breath and her chest heaved.
"I might just have to keep you around, eh, Mitchell?" Chloe joked. She settled into Beca for some cuddles before they started the next round.
Beca heard Chloe's joke and appreciated it, but her mind was elsewhere because a naughty little idea crept into her brain. "Go get that vibrator."
Chloe gasped. "Beca we can't. It's a prototype."
Beca narrowed her eyes, the dangerous glint in her eyes overrode Chloe's judgment. Although if the musician was being honest, she hadn't planned on fighting the battle too much.
Chloe kissed Beca on the lips. "B-R-B," she sing-songed then sashayed out of the bed, nude and unashamed. Moments later she returned with the vibrator and settled under the covers with Beca.
"Now, show me how much of a freak you are!" the shorter woman commanded. Chloe grinned as Beca flung the covers over them.
Chloe spent the rest of the time reprimanding Beca for barking orders. She happily reminded the music producer which one of them was the top.
Beca didn't complain, she wore that rainbow-colored bratty-bottom badge with honor.