"Hey hoes I'm home!"
"Walk of shame?" Beca guessed, as Stacie wandered into the house, carrying her shoes. "Hey Stacie, good to see you".
"Just got laid parade". She grinned.
"Oh my God". And she rolled her eyes heavenwards.
"You're one to talk!" Stacie nudged Beca, grinning knowingly. "Fat Amy said you didn't come home last night".
"If you knew what was going on in this house, you wouldn't have come home either", Beca mumbled.
"You smell like sex".
"I need to get to work!" Beca pushed past Stacie, her face flaming.
"Denial!" Stacie laughed, and Beca slammed the door behind her. "D-E-N-I-A-"
"Bye Stacie!" Beca shrieked, Fat Amy and Stacie laughing after her.
"Hello", Jesse said with a smile, and Beca tried to fight back the smile threatening to creep onto her face, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Hi", she said quietly, stretching up on her toes to kiss him.
(She had been fantasising over that for months. Since spring break for sure, but probably before.)
"Is this a thing now?" Luke interrupted, and Beca looked up almost guiltily. "No sex on the desk", he barked, before closing the door to the station.
"Do it", Beca whispered and Jesse looked at her in surprise. "Let's do it".
(She'd be lying if she hadn't thought about it before. The stupid radio station only had two rules, and she'd already broken one of them.)
"Welcome back Bellas!" and Fat Amy popped the top off a bottle of Boone's Farm, cheering. "We're back! The Bellas are back!"
"Calm down", Beca said in alarm, as Fat Amy distributed plastic glasses.
"So how was everyone's summer?" Stacie wanted to know. "Anyone want to hear about mine?"
"Oh for the love of God". Beca rolled her eyes. "No one wants to hear about how many guys you've banged".
"As if you and Jesse aren't going at it like rabbits", she laughed. "I can smell the sex on you from here".
Beca's face turned from her usual ivory tones to bright red in under three seconds, and Fat Amy roared.
"You've been Trebleboned!"
"I'm glad that stupid oath went out the window or you'd have been be ripped apart by wolves by now!"
"Shut up, just shut up and drink your wine!" Beca shoved her glass at them. "Drink this!"
"Now that she's getting some she might become a bit nicer", Fat Amy said, nudging Cynthia Rose and the latter shrugged.
"You do you, girl. Or Jesse. You do Jesse, girl".
"Oh my God!"
"Are you having sex on the desk?"
"Oh that is so hot!"
"We are not having sex on the desk! You people are the worst!"
(They were totally going to have sex on the desk.)
"But you're totally doing it. About bloody time, Shawshank!"
"Please, you love us", Stacie said smugly.
"No I don't!"
The six weeks of college was busy. Busier than she remembered (but she had spent the first month of her freshman year either at the radio station or asleep and ignoring her intro to philosophy classes), but it was okay.
Until aca-initiation night.
"Aca-initiation night! Let's do this shit!" Stacie cheered, coming down the stairs in her sluttiest dress. "This is like the highlight of the year".
"Oh Stacie, keep it in your pants, baby". Beca rolled her eyes, swallowing hard.
"What's up your ass?" she wanted to know.
Beca felt sick and she hadn't even begun drinking yet.
"What's up Shawshank?" Fat Amy wanted to know, as Beca dragged a stool over to reach the medicine cabinet. "Oh, you're preparing for tomorrow. Good idea Flatbutt, everyone should be downing that shit".
"I feel sick". She pulled out a bottle of aspirin, staring at it and wondering how it would go down with a night full of alcohol. "I haven't felt well all day, actually".
"Maybe you're knocked up", Stacie said conversationally, shrugging as Beca tipped two aspirin into her palm. "God knows you and Jesse have been going at it like rabbits".
Fat Amy stared at her. "You're the biggest slut to ever draw breath".
Beca laughed. "Not knocked up Stacie".
She shrugged. "Let's go!"
"I'm just saying, there is an easier way to do this!" Beca shouted, as Stacie gave her a boost. "Why can't we just walk around?"
"Tradition!" Stacie shouted, laughing.
"Hello Bellas", Donald drawled. "Welcome!"
"Donald", Stacie purred and Jesse advanced towards them, beaming.
"Hello hello!" Jesse wrapped his arms around Beca and Stacie wolf whistled.
"Keep it in your pants", Fat Amy said in disgust, and Beca glared.
"Shut up and piss off".
"Drinks drinks drinks!" Fat Amy turned on her heels, leading the way towards the tables. "Beca, want one?"
"Surprise me". Her eyes widened, as if she was just realising who she was talking to. "No don't surprise me! Boone's Farm, please!"
(If Fat Amy surprised her with alcohol she'd probably wind up dead.)
"It's a surprise!" Fat Amy declared, making Stacie laugh.
Somehow, during their freshman year, Beca had managed to stay almost sober. She watched as the other Bellas drank them into a stupor, sitting back and observing. She watched as Jesse danced on top of the bleachers, rolling drunk, and chose to stay out of the whole college sing along (why was Barden University so musically inclined?).
But not that year. That year, she was joining in on the festivities. She was going to get as drunk as she could get and party with her Bellas, because she had the pitch pipe.
"We are the kings of campus!" Jesse shrieked, and unlike the year earlier, Beca didn't stop him.
Because unlike the year before, she had drunk just as much as him. Maybe even more.
"Has anyone seen Beca?" Jesse tapped Stacie on the shoulder, briefly interrupting her grinding.
"What?" she said.
"Beca. Have you seen her?"
"I thought she was with you!"
"She's with Fat Amy", Donald called, pointing towards the blonde. "Or she was".
"Oh so she's probably dead". Jesse almost chuckled. "Beca!"
It took him a solid half an hour to locate the little brunette, and when he did, she was drunk. Very drunk. Drunker than he thought she would be.
"Okay", Jesse laughed, catching Beca as she stumbled towards him, holding her arms out. "I think you've had a bit too much to drink. Let's get you home, and probably get some food into you. Did you eat dinner?"
"Taking care of her, Treblemaker?" Stacie wanted to know and Jesse chuckled.
"I love you", Beca said, smiling cheekily at the boy. "You know that?"
"You're my favourite drunk", Fat Amy announced. "Drunk Beca is a completely different person to sober Beca. She's nicer. Let's keep drunk Beca".
Somehow, drunk Fat Amy was even louder than sober Fat Amy.
Benji laughed as he saw Beca slumped against Jesse. "I'll sleep on the couch".
"Thanks Benj- I have a hunch that Beca's gonna regret everything in the morning". He chuckled a little and Benji laughed. "Come on Bec, let's get home".