Disclaimer: No, I don't own Pitch Perfect. I wish though.

"I don't think I know if we can do this, guys."

Beca looked up from her laptop at Emily, who was glancing around the room nervously after her statement, as if half-expecting one of them to scream at her for even suggesting such a thought. Beca raised an eyebrow and quickly glanced over at Chloe, who had momentarily stopped playing with Beca's socks that were resting comfortably in her lap on the hotel bed to look up at the youngest Bella in the room as well.

As if sensing Beca's gaze on her, Chloe met her eyes and made the smallest of shrugs to indicate that she—along with Beca—had no idea what to make of the comment. But they needn't bother to ponder however, because someone else had already taken the initiative to speak next.

"What do ya mean, Legacy, of course we can do it," Fat Amy said from her spot on the bed that's next to Beca and Chloe's. She is the only one who hasn't stopped what she had been previously doing at Emily's interruption. She continued typing rapidly on her phone while she continued, "we had crushed every performance up until now—we don't talk about what happened in front of the president—and we'll continue to crush every performance that'll come next. Don't be stupid."

Emily looked down at the floor and started to fiddle with her hands. "I know, I just… It's just that those bands earlier were really good and that we can't possibly use instruments too cuz y'know, that's not what we do so I guess I just thought that… I dunno…"

Beca opened her mouth to reassure the fidgeting brunette who by now had curled into herself in embarrassment at having voiced her insecurity and having every Bella in the room's eyes on her but once again, somebody else beats her to it.

"Emily," Aubrey said, shuffling closer to Emily on the floor and taking the girl's hands in her own. "We don't need lame instruments to sound good, to sound like us. It doesn't matter that those bands use things that we don't—they're cheats and ignorant about what separate teams mean anyway—we just need to continue with our sound—and that's making music with only our mouths and nothing else—and we'll be fine."

"Yeah," Emily sighed, but the unmoving anxiety in her eyes is telling a different story, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Legacy," Beca finally got out before anyone else can say something and make her lose her train of thought. Everyone's attention immediately shifted to her; Fat Amy locked her phone and shoved it under a pillow and Beca tried not to think about what could possibly be so secretive that even the most I-don't-give-a-shit-what-other-people-think person she knew would have to hide. "Do you wanna do a team-bonding exercise?"

Beca knows that that was very uncharacteristic of her, but ever since the retreat years back for preparation for the Worlds, she had found that team-bonding is an excellent way to reassure everyone in their group—especially herself—that they are an amazing group with an amazing "sound" and that they are totally badass and shouldn't care what other people say about them, as long as they stick together and do their own "thing."

Ever since then, whenever one of them would feel the way that Emily was feeling just now, Beca would suggest a "team-bonding exercise", meaning any activity that involved the participation of all the members of the Barden Bellas—well, the Bellas that Beca were with throughout university— and that would range in anything from Bella nights out to movies (ew) to small games.

Apparently tonight is going to one for the latter because Chloe suddenly squealed in excitement, "Oh oh! I know something we could do!" She bounced on the bed and flapped her hands around in her enthusiasm, knocking Beca's feet off her lap, and Beca had to quickly shut her laptop and shove it to the side before it fell to the ground and broke into a million pieces. "I heard about this game where you put something like a headband around your head with a word or picture on it and you have to guess what it is by having everyone else answer yes or no questions."

Emily immediately brightened up. "Oh, I know this game! It's actually a board game and I used to play it all the time back home!" She jumped up and down and joined in with Chloe's squealing.

Aubrey exchanged an amused and slightly worried glance with Beca from her spot on the floor. "Uh, Chlo? Sorry but I have no idea what you're talking about. Can you please stop for a second and explain to those of us who aren't trying to break glass with opera worthy high notes?"

Chloe giggled and took a deep breath to pacify herself down a notch before blurting, "Okay, so, it's like a really fun game where everyone wears a headband, or anything really, on their head and everyone takes turns and when it's your turn, you let someone that's not you, obviously, attach a paper or card or something on your headband or head or whatever without you looking and you have like thirty seconds to figure out what the paper says before time runs out by asking 'yes' or 'no' questions to the group like, 'Am I am animal' or 'Am I something that you use everyday' or 'Can I fly' and remembering what everyone answers and stuff. Oh and you have like three coins or so and whenever you correctly guess your thing you turn a coin in and whoever turns in all their coins wins because of course there's a winner," she finished, smiling and rolling her eyes at Aubrey.

"And if you don't or can't guess what it is by the time your turn is over, it goes to the next person and you have to keep guessing the next time it's your turn until you finally get it and turn a coin in and get a change of card," Emily excitedly adds, looking like a kid on a sugar rush and flitting her gaze from one bemused person to another all around the room.

"Okay so…," Cynthia Rose said, squinting up from the opposite wall from which she's leaning against to watch videos just a couple minutes earlier, "Y'all are gonna make me wear a fucking ass headband and take turns asking shit like 'This something I can eat?' until I get it right only for me to do the whole thing over again until I win or somebody else in here," she gestured at the women blinking at her, "wins?"

"Yep," Chloe cheerfully answered, popping the p and completely unfazed as CR, as well as several others, gaped at her.

"Oh hell nah, Chloe," Fat Amy grumbled, "You are not gonna make me wear a stupid thing that'll squeeze the hell outta my fat head and answer 'Who am I' questions again like a kindergartener. I hated that year for a reason and not even you and your twig-like aca-sexiness are not making me go back and do it again."

"I never answered 'Who am I' questions in kindergarten," Lily mumbled, and everyone had to shut their mouths and strain their ears forward to hear her, "I learned how to set people's hair on fire."

Jessica and Ashley widened their eyes in alarm and scooted themselves nearly a foot away from her.

"I never had them either because everyone in my class knew that we were all gonna get kidnapped and deported off someday so we learned how to signal for help if we were tied up and not able to speak," Flo piped up, shifting her eyes between a horrified Emily and a wide-eyed Aubrey, "But I also do not want to wear a headband because they remind me of when my cousins-"

"O-kay," Fat Amy interrupted, swinging her attention back to Chloe, who's smile never slipped even a fraction of an inch from her face, "Seems like that idea is a bust, Beale, think we're gonna haveta come up with a new plan."

"I'll come up with a new plan if Beca wants me to," Chloe replied evenly before turning around and looking at the girl in question, who hasn't said a single word throughout the whole exchange.

Beca can feel the vigorous shaking of heads all around her and the death stares throwing daggers at her from all sides—threatening for her to say no—while she looks right back at the imploring redhead.

She really really wanted to say no to the whole stupid idea.

And personally, she would rather have a pillow fight or go out into a bar and karaoke with the Bellas than play a game in the likes of which Chloe and Emily just described.

But it was a lost cause because who was she kidding? Beca frickin Mitchell can never say no to those pleading blue eyes and puppy dog pout and the tiny whimpering noises Chloe made low in her throat that were just soft enough that only Beca can hear aren't helping her matters at all. Her heart pounded and she hated herself for having such a spinelessly weak resolve. She groaned and put her face in her hands and ignored the collective defeated sighs from all around her, because apparently they all knew what she was going to say before she even opened her mouth, and she tried not to sound as pathetic and hopeless as she felt when she lifted her head and said, "No, we're doing this, guys. As weird as it may sound, it's a great opportunity for us to bond as a team over this and it's a great way for Emily to feel like we are badass enough to sing without some fucking instruments. And if you don't wanna wear a headband, you can just tape the damn thing to your forehead."

Chloe beamed happily and leaned in and pecked Beca's cheek, on a spot that was dangerously close to the corner of her lips. "Thanks. Love ya, Becs," she said with a wink when she pulled away, before crawling off the bed in search of tape and paper and writing utensils and coins.

Beca flipped her hair to one side to hide her blush and glared at Fat Amy's knowing smirk and Aubrey's exasperated roll of her eyes, suddenly getting a weird feeling following her begrudging agreement to Chloe's unexpected suggestion that it's going to be one heck of a night.

A/N: Ahaha, I dunno what this is guys, it just slipped outta my hands. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays and I may or may not continue this.

:)

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