A/N: I am so sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry. I'm not sure if anyone is even reading this anymore, as it has been so long since I last posted. I finally figured out what I want to do with the ending. It's going to get a bit crazy. Here goes, I hope you like it.
Pitch Perfect 3
Chapter - 33 - Amy's Last Single Night
Beca's eyes flutter open, as she is awakened by a series of light kisses being trailed up her neck. A smile creeps onto her lips as she feels Chloe's hand slide over her stomach and pull her closer.
"Morning, baby," the redhead whispers into Beca's ear before nipping at it which elicited a contented moan.
Rolling over in Chloe's arms as she awakens more, Beca has a thought. "Chloe?"
A sleepy reply comes from the redhead. "Yeah, Becs?"
There's a level of love in the redhead's eyes that urges Beca to just look at her girlfriend with wonder. The petite brunette pauses for a heartbeat, as she just admires the beauty that is Chloe Beale.
"Becs?"
The sleepy query shakes Beca from her wonderful distraction.
"Umm-Oh yeah, sorry, a bit distracted there."
"Oh, aren't you sweet," Chloe coos.
Beca leans in and gives Chloe a deep sensuous kiss. Memories of the night before flash through her mind, as she feels Chloe respond. Chloe shifts so she can position herself, so her upper thigh presses strategically against Beca's center. The brunette's eyes pop open, growing wide, even as the redhead swipes her tongue across Beca's lips, requesting access. Instinctively, Beca opens her mouth to accept.
This feels so perfect, so right, so…
Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep
The two lovers flew apart in shock.
"Oh, My God! Who set that alarm!?" Beca's hand clutches at her chest, till she realizes she was clutching her left breast, and immediately brought her hand back to her side.
Chloe looks at her girlfriend with a mischievous smile. Then said sweetly, "That would be you, babe."
Beca's jaw dropped. She thought about arguing, but then remembered that she had indeed set her phone alarm. "Well, you should have told me to set it for later," Beca said petulantly.
"Hmm, so it's my fault," Chloe says as she wraps her arms around Beca. She practically purrs it.
Beca shivers, despite the warmth Chloe's arms bring. "Umm," It was suddenly hard to think. "Uhh-Yeah, I mean if you had stopped me from setting that alarm, we would be still…" She waved towards the bed.
"Oh, I see," Chloe purrs some more. "I guess I'll have to make it up to you tonight." Chloe gives Beca a quick kiss, then turns away and heads over to the closet. Just before she walks into the closet, she looks over her shoulder, and says in a remarkably husky voice, "You know, if I misbehave in such a way again, I might need to be punished." With that, she gave her hips a very provocative shake.
Beca's mouth went dry. A memory of her first Hood night, and Chloe wiggling her ass just moments after declaring she and Beca would be fast friends, flashes in her mind's eye. That that mental image had stuck with her through the years should have been a clue for Beca. Maybe it had, but she had always been remarkably good at ignoring the obvious, and trying to deal with things on her own. A small smile formed, as she thought that this was no longer the case.
"Beca?"
The tiny DJ suddenly realized Chloe was speaking to her. "Umm-What?"
Chloe smirked. "Do you want coffee?" She had emerged from the closet, and put on a sexy short silk robe.
"Oh-yeah, I mean, yes, please."
There's a very satisfied smirk on Chloe's lips before she disappears into the hallway. The sound of the redhead singing follows and Beca can't stop smiling. She lays there, till the scent of coffee wafts into the room through the open door.
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Coming into the kitchen, the sleepy brunette finds her girlfriend seated at the counter, her tea already in hand, and a mug of coffee awaiting her.
The tiny DJ collapses onto her customary barstool at the counter. With a sigh, Beca lowers her head to her arms and lets out a groan. Chloe turns away for a moment to hide her amused smirk. The petite brunette remains with her head down, and she doesn't lift it, till she hears the mug being gently nudged towards her. She sits up and then stares down at the hot black drink sitting before her.
She's still half asleep, and could drink it black, but this morning she wants something more. She is a bit surprised when a container of flavored cream appears at her elbow as if by magic.
Looking up, Beca whispers a 'thank you'. The redhead really is Beca's favorite thing in the entire world. With a soft smile, the petite brunette proceeds to open the creamer, and pour its contents to taste in her coffee. She stirs in the Hazelnut cream, as she blearily watches the hue of the coffee transition from a rich ebony to a delicious looking gold.
She probably stirs twice as long as necessary, but the near act allows her to wake more. It also allows the coffee to cool. She burned her lips and tongue enough times at Barden, it had become another bit for the Bellas to tease her. Now more grown up, and in less of a hurry, she takes her time, and sips. Slow and hearty; savoring the flavor and the moment. Chloe smiles at the contented sigh Beca makes.
A giggle from the redhead pulls her out of her warm coffee bubble; a little. She fixes the redhead with a questioning look, and asks, "What?"
Through her grin, Chloe answers, "Your morning coffee face, is remarkably similar to your passionate faces."
Beca is left speechless, though the shade of red that covers her skin, is answer enough.
Chloe chooses to ignore Beca's blush, and just says, "It's cute."
Not knowing what to say, Beca decides the best course of action is to just sit and drink her coffee, and ignore everything else. She brings the coffee to her lips, and proceeds to drink half the coffee in one pull. By the time her mug was mostly empty, Beca was feeling like her usual self.
Chloe tilted her head ever so slightly and considered the petite woman sitting next to her. She remembered something from earlier this morning, that she had meant to follow up with.
"Beca?"
The petite brunette finishes her first cup of coffee, then replies, "Yeah, babe?"
Chloe reaches out and takes Beca's cup. She chuckles at the pet name, as she moves across the kitchen and refills Beca's mug. "Earlier, you wanted to ask something?"
The redhead hands Beca her coffee. She lets her fingertips trail across Beca's as the mug passes between them. Both women smile at each other.
Chloe sits down beside Beca, giving her a playful bump with her shoulder. "So?"
With a soft smile, Beca takes her mug, and begins adding more cream. She looks at Chloe as she racks her memory, then suddenly she remembers. "Oh, oh-yeah. Umm-this is going to sound terrible…"
This got the redhead's attention. She looked at her girlfriend with concern. Beca must have noted Chloe's anxiousness, because she holds up her hand. "Oh! No! It's not anything bad. It's just embarrassing…"
Chloe leans forward. "Now I'm intrigued."
Beca decides she's just going to remain a vibrant shade of red, as she continues to blush. Chloe waits patiently for her girlfriend to continue. "So-what I mean is-uhh-I'm Fat Amy's Maid of Honor, yet I don't know anything about her wedding." She shrugs. "I don't know when it is, where it is, or anything…"
Chloe chuckles, shaking her head. "Becs, that's not your fault." She begins to rub the young musician's back. "Fat Amy has been doing everything on her timeline. She's having fun with it, so I think she's dragging it out."
Beca sighed. "I know, but still…"
"Give her a call. I'm sure she'll let you know," Chloe suggests.
Beca looks stricken, as she asks, "You don't think it's terrible that I don't know…"
Before Chloe can answer, both she and Beca are distracted by Emily shuffling into the kitchen, one hand blindly feeling her way around. The other hand is firmly slapped over her eyes.
"Umm-Emily?"
"Yes, Chloe?" Emily answers.
"What are you doing?"
Keeping her hand in place, Emily replies, "I smelled coffee, but didn't want to disturb you. You know, if you're…"
Chloe slid off her stool, and made it over to the coffeemaker, even as Beca tells Emily, "It's okay Legacy. Strictly PG this morning."
Tentatively peeking between her fingers, Emily lets out a relieved sigh, and then brings her hands down, even as her smile brightens.
Chloe holds out a full mug of coffee, prepared exactly as the younger woman likes it. "So, Emily, are you working with Beca today?"
The taller young woman looks at Beca hopefully. Beca smirks and nods, which elicits an excited squeal from the younger Bella. Both Beca and Chloe share a warm smile at the younger woman's enthusiasm.
"We really are aca-moms, aren't we? Oh, God, I can't believe I just said 'aca'."
"It's both true," Chloe says, leaning against her girlfriend and stealing a quick kiss. "And adorable."
Beca automatically starts to say, "I'm not adorable…"
"I'm badass!" Chloe and Emily jump in simultaneously, both breaking into laughter.
"I am badass," Beca declares, though she also shares in their laughter.
"Yes, you are," Chloe agrees, giving Beca another, slightly longer kiss, that breaks into chuckles by both women, as they hear Emily go, 'Awww'.
Attempting to regain some sense of proprietary, Beca decides to change the conversation. "What about you Chlo? What are your plans for today?"
"I have two lessons scheduled for today. One a potential new client Lily set up," answers Chloe.
This is news to Beca. "Lily setup a music lesson? And they're coming here?"
Chloe shook her head. "Actually, I'm going there, and the address isn't too far from your studio. Do you want to get an early dinner, after?"
Nodding, with a smile Beca says, "Sounds like a perfect Friday night."
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Kidnapped
"Hey, Beca," Sam sticks her head into Beca's office. "You told me to chase you out of the office, if you hadn't left by now."
Beca looks up from a potential contract, then at the time on her computer. "Oh! Thanks, Sam! Tell Legacy, I mean Emily, she can take off too."
"Yeah, she left a few minutes ago. She said goodbye from the door," Sam chuckles.
Pulling on her blazer, Beca pauses a moment. "Oh. Umm, did I respond?"
Sam comes over, and helps her with her messenger bag. "Yes. You waved and said you'd see her in five."
Scrunching her face, Beca asks, "How long ago was that?"
"Fifteen minutes ago."
"Wow, I guess I'm running on automatic," Beca says, her eyes widening at this news.
"Which is why you need to head out, meet your girlfriend for dinner, and relax," Sam says. "You don't have any gigs this weekend…"
"Yeah, that's weird," Beca cuts in. "You don't think Marcus wants to drop me?"
Sam rolls her eyes, and Beca can't help but think she's spent too much time with the Bellas. "Don't be silly. Marcus just had some guest DJs in town, and probably knew you could use a break. He doesn't want to burn out his rising star." Sam gets behind the petite woman and playfully shoved her to the door.
"Damn, woman! You're pushy!"
"It's my Beale side of the family, coming out," Sam says, continuing to push Beca out of her office.
"You can say that again," Beca grumbles. "Hey! You're leaving too, right?!"
"Yeah, yeah, boss. I got an invitation to a party tonight. I'm heading out, right after you," Sam assures Beca.
"Good," Beca says, even as Sam gives one last shove. "I'm going to remember this at your next job performance review."
"And give me a raise," Sam says with a smirk.
Returning the smirk, Beca says, "Yeah, you're right. Night Sam."
"Good night, Boss."
"Don't call me boss."
Beca walks out of the studio actually feeling really good about the day and the week in general. She had had another long but fruitful session with Emily; which was definitely becoming the new norm.
It was getting late in the evening, so she was a bit surprised she didn't see Emily, because the younger woman was going to wait for her at her car. Her car was just ahead, but no Legacy. She pulled out the fob for her car and clicked it open, even as she looked about. She noticed a black van slowly pulling towards her from the right. She turns to face it, when she senses a presence at her back that makes her pause. Before she knows what is happening, a black cloth bag is being thrown over her head and two hands are holding her arms.
It takes her a heartbeat to react, but then she starts to thrash against the person, as the shock of what is happening passes. She takes some measure of pride when she makes someone yelp, as her foot catches someone's shin. She only wishes she was able to catch the person somewhere a bit more sensitive.
Suddenly, there's a very smooth voice was telling her to relax, that everything would be okay, even as her arms are secured to her sides.
"Lily?"
Instead of a verbal answer, Beca felt the two hands holding her by her elbows, lift her. Definitely not Lily's hands. Before she can question all of this, she finds herself sitting next to someone in a vehicle.
"HEY…" Beca starts, but then catches a very familiar scent. "... Chloe?"
"Beca?"
Chloe's tone suggests the same confusion as Beca is feeling.
"Guys?"
Both Beca and Chloe turn their heads towards the sound of Emily's voice. They both say simultaneously, "Emily!"
Turning Beca asks, "Did Lily just kidnap us?"
"Umm-I think so," Chloe says.
"Don't worry, everything will be revealed," Lily whispers.
"Lily!?" Beca says indignantly. "Remove this hood!"
"In time," Lily whispers.
Beca, Chloe, and Emily continue to beseech and or demand the removal of the hoods, but they don't get any response.
This leaves them all grumbling, well Beca grumbling.
It's about twenty minutes before they feel the van drive up a small rise, as if it's entering a parking lot or some other entrance. The three of the kidnap victims had given up trying to talk to Lily, but had continued to speak among themselves.
"Maybe we'll get some answers," Chloe offers.
"We must be being Punked," Emily says.
"Or Lily realized she could make a lot of money selling the two of you," Beca theorizes.
Chloe has to giggle at this, though there is a nervous quality to it. "What about you?"
"Pretty sure I'm just collateral, and they figure anything they get for me is just icing on the cake," Beca says flatly.
Before anything more could be said the van comes to a halt, and the side door slides open. Beca begins to struggle again, as she's lifted from the van and set on her feet. A second later the hood is removed, and their arms freed, Beca blinks, trying to take in the surroundings. She's shocked to see they've arrived at a luxury hotel; the same hotel where Beca first kissed Chloe.
Before Beca can process this further, Fat Amy gets everyone's attention.
"Hello, Pitches! Welcome to my final night as a free woman," Fat Amy says as she lifts a flute of champagne.
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"Amy!" Beca shouts as she realizes what's happening. With the hood now removed, she throws the blonde Aussie a withering glare.
Amy's eyes widened at the look, and she raises her hands. "I didn't do anything," defends Amy.
Beca points at the other Bellas who are having their hoods pulled off at that very moment. Beca realizes that it's more than her, Emily, and Chloe. Stacie and Aubrey are to her right, blinking at the sudden light. Cynthia Rose and Maria are to her left.
"Oh, yeah, umm, well that," Fat Amy says nonchalantly. "That was just for old time's sake."
Staring incredulously, Aubrey asks, "You had us kidnapped for 'old times sake'?"
"Yeah, you know, Hood night, the night we became Bellas," Fat Amy says with a shrug of nonchalance.
Chloe steps next to Beca, and looks at the blonde Aussie. "That's… actually kinda cute in a sentimental type of way."
"Don't encourage her," Beca whispers.
Ashley and Jessica step forward, having just had their hoods removed. "Sorry guys, we thought we had dissuaded her from this idea."
"I guess we should've known better," added Jessica.
Lily is the last to have her hood removed. Beca sees this and says, "Wait! You hooded yourself?" She points at Lily as she asks the tall African American man behind her, "She hooded herself?"
The tall man shook his head. "She had us do it. She was actually the first to be hooded."
A gasp from Chloe gets Beca's attention. "You mean, she did this whole kidnapping blind?"
The man nodded. "It was actually kind of freaky. She moved around as if she could see like clear as day, and she mumbled something about 'internal sonar.' It was weird."
Lily just smiled like the proverbial Cheshire Cat.
Beca looks at him with understanding. "Yeah, that's par-for-the-course."
"Okay," Jessica says, deciding to move on is the better part of valor. "Everyone, Fat Amy has brought us all here for a special Bellas night, which Ash and I have planned inside…"
"You mean a night of drinking Amy's surprise punch and drunken truth or dare?" Beca deadpans.
Both Ashley and Jessica nod their heads yes, as they simultaneously answer, "Exactly…"
"I wanted to do something big tonight. So, enough talk!" Amy shouts. "Let's get this party started!"
The Bellas all shake their heads, but as Fat Amy keeps after them, end up shouting for joy, as they collectively enter the hotel. Fat Amy is in the lead, walking like the Bellas are all her entourage, and their collective mouths drop wide open in shock.
The suite is massive.
Jessica and Ashley both beam proudly.
Cynthia Rose lets out a low whistle as they all enter the suite. "Now this is what I'm talking about." She smiles at her wife as she says, "I definitely can get used to this life of luxury."
"We will baby," said Maria as she took Cynthia Rose by the hand and sat her down on one of the plush couches that dominated the center of the suite.
"This is bigger than my entire house," comments Flo.
Beca quickly scans the suite, and she finds herself in awe; it is a magnificent space.
"This room is insane," Chloe gushes pulling Beca with her to explore it. "We should claim a room."
They descend into the spacious living area occupied by a couple couches, two armchairs, a huge flat screen television, and an oval dining room table with eight chairs. There's a fully stocked bar, with a couple tall chairs.
A spacious bathroom is just to the right of the bar. It's complete with a whirlpool tub that could definitely fit at least eight of the Bellas, ten if Stacie, Maria, or Chloe were allowed to arrange the girls. There's also a walk-in double shower stall with frosted glass walls, that Chloe takes an interest in. She finds when it comes to Beca, showers hold a special place in her heart. Besides rainfall shower head, with the second detachable handheld shower head, definitely has intriguing possibilities.
"Don't even think about it, Chloe," Beca warns her girlfriend.
The redhead falls easily into a playful pout. She whines, "Why not?"
Beca casts a glance to the main area of the suite, as she answers, "Because this place is filled with Bellas, and I wouldn't put it past Stacie to want to watch…"
Chloe nods. "Oh, definitely Stacie, but I would also put money on Cynthia Rose and Maria. They strike me as having a little voyeuristic kink, and Fat Amy for just curiosity's sake."
Beca holds up her hands as if to say 'hallelujah.' "See, just proves my point."
Chloe just adopted a thoughtful look, tapping her index finger against her chin. Beca's eyes grew round. "Oh, my God! You're actually considering it," Beca accused.
Chloe just laughs. "I'm definitely keeping it in consideration." She swept her hand down the length of her body. "What can I say? I'm pretty confident about this."
"You should be," Beca breathed, even as she remembers saying that exact same thing, a few years before.
Chloe smirks, and gives her eyebrows a little wiggle.
"Keep your mind out of the gutter, Red," Beca grumbles.
Without missing a beat, Chloe shoots back, "But it is so much more fun to see you get all flustered."
Beca sticks out her tongue.
Chloe smirks. "Your right, that is a much better way of getting a reaction from you."
The job of turning Beca's pale skin crimson is complete. Chloe takes her in her arms and gives Beca a loving kiss. It helps. Even Beca is considering the shower.
"How about this?" Beca asks. "The first time we have something truly special to celebrate. We come back here, this very room, and celebrate for the weekend."
"I'm going to hold you to that promise," Chloe says with a kiss.
"I entirely hope so," Beca responds with a smirk, even as they kiss more. "Now, let's see what the others are up to, before they start thinking we are using that shower."
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"Don't be so disappointed, Bumps, I'll be making it up to you tomorrow night." The blonde Aussie gives an exaggerated wink. Beca considers reminding Fat Amy that she's talking to Bumper on the phone, but decides getting involved in any way could be detrimental to her own mental well-being. So, she holds her tongue as Fat Amy ends her call. "Have fun tonight love. I'll miss you, bye-bye."
Beca flashed Amy a smile and touched her arm before asking, "You okay, Ames?"
"Yeah. Just missing my Bumper."
"Still one of the weirdest things I've ever heard," Beca deadpanned.
"I know! Who knew one man could keep this sexy ass," Fat Amy said, even as she slapped her own ass for effect.
Beca rolled her eyes as she said, "Yeah, that's what I meant." She then took a more serious tone. "So, you ready for tomorrow?"
Fat Amy pauses for a moment, actually considering the question, then says, "Yeah, I guess I am. I thought I'd be really nervous, y'know? But I'm actually just really psyched. Tomorrow Bumper and I are going to be married!"
"Hey, Ames, I wanted to apologize," Beca said.
This catches Amy off-guard. "What are ya talking about, Shortstack?"
"I don't feel like I've been a great Maid of Honor," Beca answers. "Or even a good one."
Fat Amy waved off her shorter friend. "Don't worry about it, Miss Meteoric Rise to Fame. I know you're busy, and trust me, I know busy."
"I still feel bad," Beca told the Aussie.
Fat Amy through her arm around Beca's shoulder, and pulled the petite brunette tight against her side. "What did I say, Shortstack? No worries. You're here now. That's the important thing." Suddenly, Fat Amy is ready to get this party started. She turns, Beca held tightly to her and addresses the rest of the women in the suite. "Move your flat butts, I may be about to be tied down to Bumper, but for one night and one night only, this sexy beast is going to party with her girls!"
Suddenly, Lily is there, perfectly balancing two round serving trays, each filled with flutes of champagne. After a second's hesitation, mostly just from surprise, Beca accepts a glass. Fat Amy grabs two. They watch Lily seem to glide through the room, offering champagne to all the women. Once she's done, she gives CR a pointed look.
"Okay, Pitches!" Cynthia Rose announces. "Surprise toast to kick our night off right!" She looks towards Fat Amy, raising her glass. "Give it up to our saucy-Aussie!"
"Here's to the best pre-wedding party ever!" Fat Amy shouts at the top of her lungs.
"To Fat Amy!" Stacie toasts.
The Bellas all whoop and cheer as they clink their glasses repeatedly.
"I love when we all hang out. It is the only time I can just be myself anymore. Everywhere else I get treated like the star that I am, it's quite exhausting," Amy says out loud.
Beca can only shake her head in amusement.
Pointing towards the bar in center of the room, Fat Amy says, "Alright everyone! The bar is open."
The Bellas all gather around.
"Come on you twig-bitches, can I get you anything to really start the night off?"
"Rum and coke!" Jessica and Ashley said simultaneously. They looked at each other, and both giggled. Both women really needed a drink, now that the end of the tunnel was in sight with this wedding job.
Aubrey stepped up and looked at the fully stocked bar. "Is that Purity Vodka?" Ashley shook her head yes. The blonde looked over to Fat Amy and said, "Amy, vodka martini, please, with the Purity Vodka." As Fat Amy grabbed the bottle of Purity, Aubrey continued her instructions. "Start with the vermouth." Amy gave her a look, to which Aubrey just raised her right eyebrow. With a huff, Fat Amy grabbed the bottle of vermouth, poured a bit in, then swished it around the open martini glass. She returned Aubrey's look, who nodded approvingly.
With a flourish, Amy tossed the vermouth in the glass over her shoulder.
"Hey!"
A look of chagrin did grace Fat Amy's face at Ashley's shout, as the vermouth splashed onto the back of her head. "Sorry," said Fat Amy, even as Lily stepped up and handed Ashley a towel.
Picking up the Purity vodka, and the shaker, Fat Amy prepared to pour, but Aubrey covered the shaker with her hand, and shook her head. "Stirred, never shaken." Fat Amy looked at the shaker, shrugged, and put it back. She poured the vodka directly into the glass, and stirred with a glass stirrer. "Three olives," was Aubrey's last instruction.
Fat Amy flipped three olives into the glass, again with a bit of flourish, and handed the martini to Aubrey. "Damn, General, you are a control freak," said the Aussie as she handed over the drink.
With a shrug, Aubrey simply said, "I know what I want," as she accepted her drink.
"So, do I," Stacie said, voice dropped into its most sexy tone. "That was Hot."
The cough Fat Amy forced, sounded a lot like 'Lesbos!'. Clearing her throat, Fat Amy brought her fist back into her sternum, then said, "What can I get you, Legs?"
With a grin, Stacie ignores Fat Amy, but does note the color that comes to Aubrey's cheeks. "Get me a gin and tonic to start," Stacie says over the other Bellas who are beginning to get loud, shouting their own orders. She glances Jessica's way. "So… is this a casual evening or are we planning on getting well and truly drunk?"
Their host answers with a chuckle. Fat Amy answers as she pours gin into a glass, "I was thinking we start off with the drinks we like. You know, while we're aware enough to taste it. She then indicated two large pitchers. "Then we go batshit crazy with some of my 'Fat Amy Surprise!"
"Oh, dear God," Beca says with a shudder.
"Close Shawshank, but it's just me," Fat Amy says cheekily, as she hands Stacie her drink.
With a chuckle Beca shakes her head, and gives an order for herself and Chloe. She can't help thinking this is going to be a long night.
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Returning from the bathroom, Beca spots Chloe across the suite, talking to Aubrey and Emily. She starts to make her way in that direction, when she notes Fat Amy moving to intercept. The boisterous blonde is carrying two plastic red cups, and swaying just a bit. Beca can only surmise that the Aussie had been sampling her concoctions as she makes them.
"Shawshank!" Fat Amy says loudly as she steps into Beca's path. She thrusts out her left hand, and gives Beca one of the cups. "I want to do a toast with me Maid of Honor!"
Accepting the cup, Beca smiles. "Sure, Ames. What do you want to toast to?"
Fat Amy gives this some serious thought, or at least seems to, as she begins to look a bit constipated. Her eyes light up, as she has an idea. She holds her own cup up and out as she says, "To my soon to be husband, Bumper, the best man on the planet!"
Yep, definitely a little drunk, is the thought that goes through Beca's head. "Not what I was thinking, but okay," is what Beca says as she holds up her own cup, and clicks it against Fat Amy's.
She takes a drink, even as Fat Amy downs her entire cup. Beca regrets taking a full drink instead of just a sip immediately. Somehow Amy's concoction is super sweet and yet burns in her throat. "Ugh! Seriously, Amy!?" Beca coughs out. She looks at the contents in the cup with a great deal of skepticism, and then up at her Aussie friend. "Isn't it a tad early for…" Beca lifts the red cup, "what even is this?"
"Shawshank!" Fat Amy is using her highly buzzed loud voice. "I thought I taught ya better than that. It's never too early for the good stuff!" She proved her point by taking back Beca's cup and gulping down the rest of that drink too.
Beca didn't know what to even say to that and opted to just bury her face in her hand.
"Shawshank!"
"Yes, Ames?"
"You don't have a drink!"
Beca realizes that Fat Amy has been more than sampling her concoctions, but decides it won't do any good to point that out in the moment. She shakes her head, "No, I don't, Ames."
The blonde woman spins on her heels, and heads back towards her bar. She calls out over her shoulder, "I'll get ya one. What do you want?"
Beca answers Fat Amy with the first drink name she can think of, "Bourbon Smash, please."
"You got it, Shortstack!"
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Sitting in the corner on a plush loveseat, Beca drank her Bourbon Smash quietly enjoying the music she had queued up at Fat Amy's insistence. It really hadn't been that hard to get her to do it. Beca always wants to be in charge of the music.
Taking another sip, Beca smacked her lips, and let out an audible sigh. She had to admit, Fat Amy had really grown into quite the mixologist. Her drink was perfect. It was a far cry from some of the crazy concoctions, the Aussie had put together during college. She's pretty sure some of the drinks Amy gave the Bellas were illegal in all fifty states, and half the countries of the world.
Looking about contently, Beca couldn't help thinking that this was more her speed. After Fat Amy's and Bumper's different extravaganzas, Beca was glad Amy had only wanted a rather quiet last night as a single woman. The kidnapping notwithstanding, it was a perfect night. All of the Bellas come together, one more time, to celebrate Fat Amy just before her wedding.
Of course, this being the Bellas, and especially Fat Amy, drinks have been flowing.
Speaking of flowing, Beca notices Chloe making her way over. The redhead has been in her element, moving easily from group to group of Bellas. Talking easily with everyone. She comes to a stop just in front of Beca and extends her hand. "Come with me, Beca, please."
The petite brunette is really comfortable, so gives her girlfriend a look, even as she slightly whines, "But, Chloe, I'm really comfortable."
It's kind of adorable for the redhead when Beca whines. For such an avowed badass, Beca can be quite adorable when she's being petulant.
That however does nothing to dissuade the determined ginger. She goes full pout. "I want to watch the sunset with you, please."
Beca watches as Chloe's eyes actually seem to grow both larger and rounder. One series of movies Beca actually loves is the 'Shrek' series. She always loved Puss-in-Boots, and thought the scenes where the overly macho feline pulled out the giant adorable eyes were just hilarious. She was remembering those scenes as she watched Chloe actually pull off the exact same feat.
"Please, Beca," Chloe said with just a hint of pout.
With a deep sigh, Beca held out her hand to Chloe, in way of answer. Chloe made a triumphant little squeal, latching onto Beca's hand, and gently, but firmly pulled the petite brunette up into her arms. The two women come together and kiss. As they pull back from one another, Chloe whispers, "Thank you, babe."
Beca smirks. "Anything for you, babe."
"I love how whipped you are, Shawshank," Fat Amy says as she lifts a glass of some concoction she made. She downs it in one, then adds, "It reminds me of how Bumper is with me."
"Am I really being compared to Bumper," Beca whispers to Chloe.
With a giggle, Chloe whispers back, "She sees it as a compliment." Before Beca can argue, Chloe kisses her, and pulls her out onto the balcony.
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Watching the sun sink into the Pacific Ocean Chloe asks, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Looking lovingly at the redhead in her arms, Beca says honestly, "Yes. Yes, it is."
Realizing Beca is staring at her, Chloe blushes. She can't believe how undone Beca can make her. "The view of the sunset from this balcony, I mean."
"Yeah, that too," Beca replies with a playful tone.
The petite redhead leans back against the couch, cerulean blue eyes sparkle with amusement as she watches Beca watching her. "Hey, babe, see something you like?" Chloe teases.
Beca watched the redhead in awe. It's truly unfair how Chloe can make such a simple act seem so sexy, sexier than anyone has any right to be.
Trying to maintain her sense of 'cool', the petite woman makes a noncommittal sound in the back of her throat as she sips at her drink. Chloe gives a sexy pout, and Beca wonders how it took her so long to realize that the fluttering of her heart was deep and unadulterated love for the redhead.
They have always been flirty with one another, but now, being in a relationship together, their flirting is just more genuine. Now it will actually lead somewhere. For Beca, this is both scary, and exciting, all at the same time.
Of course, the flirting is still an uneven experience. Chloe is a flirty person by nature; it's what she does. It's who she is and has always been. On the other hand, Beca is still rather new to flirting. She doesn't always know how to turn it on. Being friends with Chloe, she of course had experienced a lot of flirting from the redhead, and had had to learn. But now, being in a relationship with the redhead she's had to go into accelerated learning.
Something shifts in Chloe's eyes and they drop to Beca's lips. It fills the brunette with warmth, and she decides it's one of those moments where she needs to take the lead. She reaches for Chloe, slowly lifting her hand to brush the redhead's curls over her shoulder. Beca's fingers slide through Chloe's hair, and the redhead's eyes drift shut as she suppresses a shiver.
Beca decides to take it slow, she keeps her movements slow and deliberate. She moves her to cup the side of Chloe's neck, allowing her palm to rest along the curve of Chloe's jaw. This also allows Beca to stroke her thumb across her girlfriend's skin.
Chloe's lips twitch into a smile, and she isn't able to hold back her shiver this time. "Beca," Chloe breathes, even as she leans into the DJ's touch. There is such desire interwoven along the edges of her voice, it causes Beca to shiver.
The petite brunette exerts just enough pressure to the back of the redhead's neck, to guide Chloe's face closer to her own. Beca closes the last bit of distance between them, as she leans forward, and into the kiss.
Their kiss is slow and slightly hesitant. It's a gentle brush of lips, and Chloe makes a soft sound of contentment before she pulls away from Beca. The brunette looks at her girlfriend in confusion.
Beca rests her forehead against Chloe's as she laughs quietly. "If I'd only known…"
"What?"
Chloe tilts her head, ghosting her lips across Beca's lips again. "If you had only known what?"
"That if I had joined you out here sooner, we could have been doing this sooner," Beca replies.
"Lesbihonest," Fat Amy interrupts. Both women are a bit surprised, neither had heard Fat Amy come out onto the balcony. "This was always where you two were going to end up." The blonde waves her hands. "It's only fitting with so much girl-on-girl love in this crazy family of ours."
Rolling her eyes, Beca chose to employ a skill she had refined in her time as Fat Amy's roommate, phase her out. Of course, being with Chloe made it a bit easier. The redhead just had the power to keep Beca's focus.
"Course you all know I love ya my beautiful Sappho friends," announced Fat Amy. Her words just slightly slurred.
"I think Fat Amy is beginning to feel her drinks," Chloe whispers into Beca's ear.
"Heaven help us," Beca replies, having experienced the Aussie in this state on a number of occasions.
"I mean lesbihonest, you all have something special! It's beautiful! I mean not what I'm into, I love my Bump-Bump, especially when he…"
"Okay, I'm ready to go inside," Beca cut in as she jumped to her feet. She immediately offers Chloe her hand as she asks, "Want to take this someplace a bit more private?"
Taking Beca's hand, Chloe says "Yes," even as she stood up.
"Aww-come on Shawshank! Was it something I said? Aren't you having a good time? Need more wine? They have a whole wine cellar in this hotel, and I'm not above emptying it," Fat Amy declares.
With assurances that everything was fine, Becs leads Chloe back inside the suite.
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Beca is holding her wine glass between two fingers feeling rather hoity-toity. She sips at it thoughtfully. This wine is rich, and she likes it very much. Beca thinks it's either the Merlot or one of the Cabernets— she makes a mental note to ask Jessica or Ashley which wine it is later.
"To my Bumper!" Fat Amy declares from the middle of the suite. She holds up a cup with one of her alcoholic concoctions.
"I know he was a total asshat during my freshman year, but he's grown so much and I can't wait to marry that cabbage patch look-alike."
There were plenty of eye rolling, but everyone took part in the toast, and downed their drinks. It wasn't the first toast Amy had made for Bumper, and it most likely wouldn't be the last. The more she drank, the more Fat Amy felt the need to sing Bumper's praises.
Truth was though, Bumper did seem less of a douchebag, and truly seemed to love Fat Amy. He might not be Beca's cup of tea, but he was her good friend Amy's, so Beca raised her glass in toast, and would do it every time the boisterous Aussie asked.
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"I think… I think that we should all do a party game!" Fat Amy exclaimed to the room. She was clearly drunk, but then again, so was the rest of the women in the room.
Beca raised an eyebrow at the blonde Aussie. Even as tipsy as she is, she manages to look halfway sober "And what game do you propose? Because I refuse to do stuff where I have to kiss someone other than Chloe."
The Aussie looks at her best friend with disappointment, and finally says, "I'm disappointed in you, Shawshank."
"I think I can live with that," Beca replies dryly.
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An hour later, after a great deal of wine and champagne had been consumed, along with numerous cocktails and 'Fat Amy Specials', Beca is her usual amount of tipsy. Which meant she was really tipsy.
Still an introvert at heart, Beca had found herself another spot to sit and relax; though this time she was sipping at a glass of water. She knew she ought to be up and mingling with the girls, excited for tomorrow's grand occasion, but she couldn't quite bring herself to be part of a group right now. She just wanted to enjoy a bit of quiet, and alone time, while listening to some remixes she knows she made for Chloe in her junior year.
Of course, there is one exception to her wanting some solitude. She smiled fondly as Chloe sat next to her DJ, throwing an arm around her shoulders. "Hey, Becs, everything okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Beca answers honestly. She lifts her glass towards the Bellas who are all mingling, chatting, laughing, just having a good time. "I'm just glad Fat Amy gave us all this chance to relax before the wedding."
Chloe seems to be studying her. Her intense blue eyes looking for some deception in Beca's answer. After a heartbeat, Chloe smiles with a nod, and snuggles into Beca's side. Beca's arm automatically raises, allowing Chloe in, and then settles over her shoulders, hugging her close.
Both women are quite content and comfortable in the moment, and they don't feel the need to talk. Each is just enjoying the moment, the warmth of the other pressed against them. The feel of their heartbeat, faintly felt at certain contact points, the sound of steady breaths. They just enjoy each other.
They had been sitting for a good fifteen minutes, when Chloe asks, "If someone had told you five years ago that you would deeply in love with me, what would you have said?"
"I would have said they were crazy," Beca replies honestly. Chloe gives her an over dramatic look, but before she can say anything, Beca continues. "But in my head, I think I would have agreed."
This causes Chloe's face to morph from fake outrage to love filled adoration. It makes Beca lean forward and kiss her lips.
"Never let me go," Beca breaths against Chloe's lips.
"I promise to hold you forever," Chloe replies as she holds her love tightly.
"Do you want a shot?"
Both Beca and Chloe look up at Ashley, who is holding a tray of shot glasses, and various small cups of colorful Jello.
Chloe looks at them closely. "Are those… Jello shots?"
"Yeah," Ashley replies. "Fat Amy insisted that this party have Jello shots." She looked over her shoulder and the young couple could see the blonde bride-to-be taking a similar tray from Jessica and start personally handing them out. Though the Aussie would down every other Jello shot.
"She sure loves her Jello shots," Chloe commented.
"She sure does," said Ashley. "Remember when she tried to fill the Treble's pool with Jello?"
Beca covers her face with her hand. "Of course, I do. It took me three hours to explain to her that 'Phineas & Ferb' was a cartoon on Disney, and not a blueprint for her crazy schemes." Shaking her head. "That was an entire afternoon I'll never get back."
"It was an interesting, and colorful goo she ended up creating," Chloe chuckles as she remembers that day.
"You're lucky," Ashley said dryly. Both Beca and Chloe looked at the brunette questioningly. Ashley smirks, "Amy's original demand was for a portable swimming pool full of alcohol infused Jello."
"She wanted to recreate the Treble's pool incident?"
Shaking her head at Beca's question, Ashley replies, "Not unless her original plan also included Jello wrestling with the dancers of 'Thunder from Down Under'." Ashley shivered at the thought. "Luckily, Jessica was able to talk her out of it."
"Thank God," breathes Beca.
"Aww, that would have been entertaining," Chloe said in a cutesy voice.
"Cut her off, Chloe's obviously had too much," Beca smirks. When a laughing Chloe smacks her arm, Beca exaggerates the effect, as she lets out an, "Ow. Abuse woman."
"Oh hush," replies Chloe, even as she kisses the spot she smacked. "Better?"
Beca exaggerates her pouty face, and grumbles, "Maybe…"
A kiss or three to the brunette's lips, tease out a smile. Chloe grins, then gestures to the tray Ashley is still holding. "Do you want one?"
"No, thank you," Beca replies emphatically. With a shake of her head, she continues, "I actually enjoy my liver."
Ashley asks, "Are you sure? They're awfully good. We made Cherry and Amaretto."
"They're delicious," declares Stacie, as she and Aubrey make their way over. "I can't get enough," she says, even as she spoons out one of the cups into Aubrey's mouth, making it look rather sexy.
Aubrey must be feeling it, as she giggles.
"Those must be pretty strong," Beca observes.
Stacie and Aubrey plop themselves into a loveseat next to where Beca and Chloe are sitting. Aubrey grins in that way she does when she's truly feeling her liquor, and says, "They are!"
"They're chemically fascinating, too," Stacie adds. The sing song nature of the brunette's voice says she's in the same state as Aubrey. "Apparently, according to Lily, you can't set them on fire, even though there's like a ton of alcohol in them."
Beca can't help herself. "And why would we want to light them on fire?"
"SCIENCE!" Stacie's free hand shoots up, as she punctuates her shout by pointing at the ceiling.
Beca just nods, and then turns to Chloe, and whispers, "I think that answers the question as to their potency."
Chloe giggles, but then whispers back, "Should we be concerned that Fat Amy is giving a Jello shots to Emily?"
Shaking her head, Beca chuckles. "Nah! I'm sure she'll be fine with one, two, umm-three…" Beca's face begins to show her concern as Fat Amy keeps handing the teenager shots. "Yeah, no, I think it's time to cut Legacy off."
Both Beca and Chloe head over to intercede. Fat Amy protests, and Emily grumbles that she's not a child, but Beca and Chloe hold firm and halt Emily's Jello intake. Luckily for them, Fat Amy is a bit inebriated too, and easily distracted.
Chloe asks Jessica for her help, and the blonde knows what just might work. She says two words to the Aussie, "Dance Party."
"Dance Party?"
Fat Amy scrunches her face as she repeats the words, as if they are foreign to her. Then the words sink in, and Fat Amy's face lit up.
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"DANCE PARTY!"
Fat Amy's shout gets everyone's attention. "Let's have a DANCE PARTY!"
"You heard the bride! Turn up the music," Stacie hollers.
"Put on some of Beca's dance mixes," adds Cynthia Rose.
Emily makes a move for the stereo, but Lily is already on it.
"Come on you PITCHES! Why are y'all not DANCING!?" Amy shouts at the room, clearly feeling the numerous drinks she's consumed.
"Is this a really good idea?" Beca shout whispers to Chloe even as she tries to lead her girlfriend back to their spot on the corner couch.
The redhead, laughs, and even as she's being led to the couch, starts dancing to the beats, because of course that's what she does. She shout-whispers back, "WHAT?"
With a roll of her eyes, and says a bit louder, "Do you really think a dance party is a good idea? You know that the hotel's management will definitely show up…"
"Don't worry, Shawshank! I bought the rooms below, and paid the staff a hefty bonus, we can Party Like It's My Last Night as a BACHELORETTE!" The Bellas all cheer Fat Amy's shouted declaration.
"You heard her Beca," Chloe says, taking Beca's hand. "I think we need to listen to the 'Bride-to-be'."
Beca makes a number of excuses, and tries really hard to stand her ground, but as usual, Beca is no match for the determined redhead. With a few whispered promises, Chloe convinces the petite brunette she should dance.
Everyone is already on the makeshift dance floor strutting their stuff, by the time Chloe has coaxed Beca over. They both decide to stay on the edge of the impromptu dance floor, despite the calls to come to the center. Instead Chloe defers to Beca's wishes, and they come together, and only focus on each other.
As a new song begins, a smile spreads across Chloe's features, a type that Beca truly loves, because it appears slowly and smoothly and only shows the tips of her teeth. Then again Beca loves all of Chloe's smiles. Beca is sure the redhead isn't even aware of the smile on her lips, they come so easily to the woman, but there she is, smiling so sweetly as she's nodding her head ever so slightly to the music.
The music begins to spread through Chloe's body slowly, she simply can't help it. First, it's Chloe's hips that start to wiggle to the rhythm, then her foot taps along matching the rhythm. Soon after that her heels are twisting from side to side in time with the lyrics, even as she bends her knees enough to add mobility and balance.
And before Beca knows it, her girlfriend is dancing before her.
When the music picks up, so does Chloe's movements. Her hips bounce with the same vivacity of the percussions and her head tips back just enough to feel free, eyes closed, lost in the moment.
Not for the first time, Beca is just awed by how incredibly sexy Chloe is. Embracing the moment, Beca starts to sway her hips to the music too, alas she literally embraces Chloe. Together they move as one, and a few moments is all it takes for them to forget about everything else and dance freely together. They move around so lightly and uninhibited that it is truly a foreign feeling, being this carefree. They are living in a precious moment, and Beca and Chloe only want to hold on to it.
A kiss to her forehead invites the petite brunette to tilt her head upwards, which is all the invitation Chloe needs. The redhead never stops swaying to the music as she leans in and kisses Beca's lips. The kiss is soft and slow and all-encompassing. Though it continues for many minutes, it never escalates or becomes frantic. The pace remains gentle and loving and a part of their continued dancing.
The music on the other hand is loud as it echoes off the walls of the suite, but it is just the way the Bellas want it. Beca and Chloe don't really notice; they stay in their own personal bubble, swaying in time with any song that comes on, just moving together.
With another one of Beca's mixes drifting over their ears, they continue to dance without a care in the world. Not tiring in the least, they've reached a point where they could just continue. But this being Fat Amy's party they should have known it couldn't continue.
In a moment that can only be described as a Fat Amy moment, the boisterous, and really inebriated Aussie removes her shirt. Why? Because it's Fat Amy, and this party just screams the need for the blonde to wave her shirt over her head.
Even Beca and Chloe had to notice that, their bubble could only be so strong.
Fat Amy's shirt removal spurs Stacie to do the same, which triggers Maria; there definitely being some weird yet very friendly competition between those two. One such competition being who can coax their partner out of their clothes faster. With silent agreement, Stacie starts working on Aubrey, while Maria convinces Cynthia Rose to shed her shirt.
"What's going on here?" Beca whispers to Chloe.
With a giggle, Chloe can only shrug. "Spontaneity?"
"Just so you know, if it goes too far, I'm out of here," Beca says moving closer to Chloe.
The redhead laughs again. "I'm sure it won't."
Beca quirks her eyebrow, asking Chloe a silent question, even as she nods at Ashley's shirt fluttering through the air, after Jessica tosses it aside.
The redhead looks over and sees that Stacie has managed to remove Aubrey's shirt, and the two are now grinding pretty hard. Chloe can't help the affectionate smile that breaks out on her face. She has always loved tipsy Aubrey; almost as much as she loves tipsy Beca, because for both, it's them often at their cutest; though for very different reasons. Chloe's always felt that Aubrey needs these moments where she can truly let loose.
Still if Aubrey is at this point, then… "But just in case, maybe we make sure to grab Emily on the way out."
Both Beca and Chloe look over at the tall teenager, who is dancing in the exact middle of the dance floor, completely oblivious to what was happening around her. She often dances with her eyes closed, just letting the music guide her, enjoying everything about the song. She's doing that now, lost in Beca's remix. Chloe quirks an eyebrow at Beca, then nods towards Emily. Beca nods in reply, and both quickly make their way over to the oblivious teenager.
They almost make it to her before she opens her eyes.
Almost.
When her two former captains are just a few feet short, the tall teenager opens her eyes. Both Beca and Chloe can't help but think the teenager is actually quite adorable as she realizes what is happening around her.
Before Legacy can well and truly freak out, Beca and Chloe each grab a hand, and assure that everything is fine, and there's no need to worry that she is suddenly in the middle of all her best friends who are even now removing clothing.
"Oh, My Stars! What?"
Trying to ignore all of her dancing friends, and the state of their undress as they sway to the music, Beca attempts to keep the teenager's attention, by offering soft assurances. That she and Chloe are both still dressed helps the blushing teenager. "Let's take a break from the dancing, yeah?"
Emily nods in response. Her eyes are the size of saucers.
With a grin, Chloe asks, "How about we step out onto the balcony?" When Emily nods, Chloe wraps one arm loosely around the younger woman's waist. Beca follows suit from the other side. The taller young woman drapes her arms over their shoulders. Together they move as one, and quickly navigate their way out of the dancers, who all seem oblivious to everything that is happening.
They had only gone maybe five steps from the makeshift dance floor, when the combination of alcohol and late-night fatigue caught up with Legacy. Both Beca and Chloe stumble a bit, as Emily's legs give out, and they take her full weight.
Beca looks at Emily, whose head is beginning to lull, and then at Chloe. "Bedroom?"
Chloe nods, "Bedroom."
Emily tries to lift her head. "But I don't want to go to bed." Her whine is adorable, but she doesn't really try to stop her two friends from basically carrying her into the bedroom they had claimed earlier.
Beca pauses once they are inside the door, for a heartbeat or two. Sensing Beca's thoughts, Chloe says, "Don't worry, we'll still get to snuggle."
This catches Beca's attention and she resumes helping Emily onto the bed. She smirks at the redhead, knowing she had basically read her mind.
Chloe returns the smirk as she helps remove Emily's heels. She continues, "Besides, would you have really wanted to do anything more with Fat Amy and Stacie in the suite?"
Beca mulls this over, and says, "Fair point." She then gently pushes Emily into a reclining position.
"I don't want to go to bed," Emily pouts. "Please let me stay up. I'm not tired. Please let me, please, please, please," Emily begs, sticking out her lower lip.
"Oh no you don't, young lady," Beca says with fake sternness. "I get enough of that from that one," she continues, hooking a thumb at Chloe.
"Rude," says Chloe in mock indignation as Beca walks over to the bathroom. She sticks out her tongue at the brunette's back, before refocusing on the quickly fading young woman. "But she's right honey; you should get some sleep."
"But…" Emily yawns. "I'm…" a larger yawn. "Not sleepy…"
"We know kiddo, here," Beca hands Emily two aspirins and a glass of water. "It will help you feel better in the morning."
Emily takes the two pills and swallows them down with a couple gulps of water. "Can we go dancing again? I…" yawn "love…" yawn "dancing…" yawn. "Almost…" yawn "as much as…" yawn "as singing."
Even as she was asking the question, Beca and Chloe gently guided Emily to lay down again, and cover her with the comforter. Within seconds the younger girl is gently snoring.
"Yeah, not sleepy at all," Beca says sarcastically.
"Be nice, that's our aca-child. She's young," Chloe says.
The music had been going for hours, and had blended into the background, but now it is brought back to the fore by a new sound. Both Beca and Chloe look at each other.
"That sounds like Fat Amy and… Aubrey?" Beca asks. "And she sounds like she's…"
"Inebriated," Chloe offers with a giggle.
"Drunk off her ass," Beca said decisively.
"Should we go check it out?"
Beca considers for a second saying 'No', but curiosity gets the better of her. "Yeah, let's go see what those crazy drunken fools are up to now."
Smiling, Chloe takes Beca's hand, though she's also a bit tired and would have just as easily agreed to snuggle with Beca in bed. Together the two-walk hand-in-hand back to the suite's main room.
Both are a bit shocked at what they see, as they come to a halt. As the dancing had continued, so had the removal of more articles of clothing by all of the dancers. Everyone was down to their bras and panties, save for Ashley and Flo, who had retained their skirts.
The casualness of this half nudity was most probably helped along by Fat Amy who seemed intent on keeping the drinks flowing. Like at this moment where she, Maria, and Cynthia Rose seemed to be playing a game where they were racing to do shots, that they were taking from a tray that was balancing atop of Lily's head.
Then their eyes landed on Aubrey.
It's a beautiful life, oh oh oh oh
It's a beautiful life, oh oh oh oh
It's a beautiful life, oh oh oh oh
I just want to be here beside you
And stay until the break of dawn
She is standing in the middle of the dance floor in nothing but lingerie, her feet planted apart as she wiggles her hips back and forth, with a microphone in her hand, held close to her face as she serenades Stacie through a karaoke machine.
"A karaoke machine!"
Looking over at her girlfriend, Beca shakes her head. "Of course, out of all of that, you focus on a karaoke machine."
With a shrug, Chloe replies, "It just means I get to sing with you."
We're living in different ways
It's a beautiful life
I'm gonna take you to a place
I've never been before oh yeah
It's a beautiful life
I'm gonna take you in my arms and fly away
With you tonight
"And she's singing Ace of Base," Beca grumbles.
"Be nice," Chloe slips her arm around Beca's waist, hugging her close. "She feels nostalgia for them."
"But Ace of Base," Beca says dubiously.
Chloe smirks. "I just want to point out that this is one of your mixes."
Beca's eyes widen and her features show she's busted. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice."
Dropping her head so she can give Beca a look that's both sultry and accusatory, her voice drops into a husky menace, "You hoped that me, Me, would not recognize a mix you created for my oldest and dearest friend? For her birthday? You actually thought that?"
It's suddenly very hard for Beca to swallow. She has to work to get it out. "Umm, no? At least not when you put it that way."
Chloe breaks into a chuckle. "You're so cute when you're flustered." She kisses Beca's cheek. "And you're so easily flustered." Beca's cheeks warm with blush. "Also, you're very sweet and caring, and it was a sweet present that Bree still treasures." She kisses the brunette again.
Before more can happen, their attention is pulled to Fat Amy as she grabs the microphone from Aubrey, just as she's finishing her rendition of 'Beautiful Life' by Ace of Base.
"This song goes out to m' Bumpy-Bump," the Aussie slurs into the microphone, making finger guns straight at where Beca and Chloe are standing. Without further adieu, Amy begins singing to the song in the background, which is a remix of 'Crazy in Love' by Beyoncé.
I look and stare so deep in your eyes
I touch on you more and more every time
When you leave, I'm begging you not to go
Call your name two or three times in a row
"I love the remix you did on this song. Queen B rules the dance floor with this track," Chloe says. Beca blushes as she remembers that she made this particular remix with the hope Chloe would love it. Though, to be fair, there were probably about a thousand mashups and remixes that this is true for.
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain
How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame
'Cause I know I don't understand
Just how your love can do what no one else can
Ashley and Jessica squeal as they recognize the song, and each step to Amy's side to provide backup.
Got me lookin so crazy right now, your love's
Got me lookin so crazy right now (in love)
Got me lookin so crazy right now, your touch
Got me lookin so crazy right now (your touch)
Got me hoping you'll page me right now, your kiss
Got me hoping you'll save me right now
Looking so crazy in love's
Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love
CR and Maria each down another shot, and then join Stacie and Aubrey as they bookend Fat Amy. At this point everyone, save for Beca and Chloe are singing.
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no
"If you had told me earlier today that I would be watching the Bellas singing in their underwear at three in the morning, I would have…" Beca trails off. "Actually that wouldn't have been that crazy."
"Let's join them," Chloe says, pulling on Beca's hand.
"No!"
"Please."
"No."
"Pretty please."
"No."
"Pretty pretty please, with sugar on top," Chloe punctuates the request with another kiss.
"Fine," Beca sighs. She allows Chloe to pull her towards the Bellas. "But I'm not stripping," Beca grumbles.
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"So, what did you think of the party me and Ashley…" Jessica hiccups, then giggles. "Sorry, I'm a bit drunk." The blonde sways back and forth, or that could be Beca. She was feeling the serious number of shots she has consumed.
"Yeah," Beca's voice has a bit of squeak. "It's great."
An arm slips over Beca's shoulders, and hugs her closer. Beca lets out a surprised squeak, but then turns her head so she sees it's her favorite person in the whole world. "Hey, Chlo!"
"Beca!" Chloe's tone indicates she's as inebriated as her girlfriend.
"Chlo, this has been FUN!" Beca laughs.
"It Has been fun," Chloe concurs. "I especially like that you are walking around in your underwear." Chloe drops her voice into a whisper that's somehow louder than when she was speaking before. "Because you're super sexy!"
Beca simply grins at Chloe again. "You're drunk, Chlo! I'm not in my underwear. Ashley is," says Beca as she points to Jessica.
"Jessica is also in her underwear," Chloe gestures to the blonde. Beca turns her head towards where Chloe was gesturing, then back to Chloe as the redhead continues, "But then, Becs, so are you." The petite brunette's eyes grow wide as she realizes she's standing in only a matching set of black bra and panties.
"Chlo! I'm in my underwear!"
"Yes, you are," Chloe says in a husky voice. "Looking really sexy."
Beca is able to focus just enough to see. "Chlo! You're in your underwear!" The redhead nods. Beca drops her head to Chloe's shoulder. "Can we go to bed?"
"I think that's a good idea. Great even," answers Chloe, though she's not sure Beca heard her. The petite brunette's breathing has evened and softened.
"I think she's drunk," says Jessica.
Chloe glances towards Beca, whose head continues resting on the redhead's shoulder. She smiles softly. "I think we all are. Though I suspect some are more so than others." She kisses Beca's forehead. "I think that's enough for tonight."
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Beca wakes to the light of the morning sun shining through the window. Unfortunately, it is shining directly in her face, so she tries to move, but an arm is holding her fairly tight. The shock of red curls confirms the owner of said arm, and she smiles. That at least is the way it's supposed to be.
She rubs her forehead, as she has the mother of all headaches.
Moving gingerly her first thought is, 'OW!.' Her second thought is, 'God I'm hungover.' Her third thought is, 'Damn! I shouldn't have sat up so fast!' Her fourth thought is, 'Wait, why can I see my own breasts? Am I... naked?' Her fifth is, 'Did a helicopter make a landing? That can't be right. Oh, Aubrey looks nice in her pink lace thong.'
'Wait. WHAT!?'
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"Kill me!" Cynthia Rose groans from her position curled up against Maria on the couch.
"Oh, my poor baby; don't talk like that," Maria consoles her wife. She hugs her closer and kisses her temple.
There's another soft groan from behind the couch, but neither Maria or Cynthia Rose has the energy to look for the source.
"We're getting too old for this," CR rasps.
"Speak for yourself, baby." Maria gives her wife a kiss. "I'm still young and sexy."
"Yeah you are," Cynthia Rose smiles into the next much longer kiss.
When they finally break, Cynthia Rose looks about, and really takes in the damage done to the suite. "God damn," she says, "look at this place."
"Sí," Maria nods. "You were right about your sisters' ability to party."
A chuckle escapes Cynthia Rose's throat, which causes her to grimace. "This one may have been one for the books." She presses the palm of her hand into her forehead. "Was there a helicopter?"
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"I'm way too hungover for all of this," Aubrey declares as she crawls out of bed.
From behind her, Aubrey hears Stacie, still half asleep, say, "How are you feeling?"
Without looking back, Aubrey reaches for the ceiling, stretching out the sleep, as she answers, "I've got a massive headache. How about you? Are you okay?"
"Same."
Stacie stumbles past Aubrey, wearing Aubrey's blouse from the night before, and nothing else, so the blonde is treated to the stark image of Stacie's very bare, very sexy ass.
"What the hell happened last night?"
"Not enough," Stacie deadpans. "The Hunter wasn't satisfied in the least."
Picking up a white fluffy robe from the floor, Aubrey helps Stacie into it. Once it's on, she uses it to pull the tall brunette into a kiss, and she promises, "I'll take care of that tonight."
"You better," Stacie says between kisses. "Though, babe, you might want one of these heavenly robes, too."
Looking down, Aubrey realizes she's only in high heels and pink lace panties. She immediately is covered with a full body blush.
"Not that I'm complaining in the least," Stacie says with a wink. "But I think you have shocked Beca mute." Stacie indicates behind her with nod of her head over her shoulder.
Aubrey looks in the direction indicated, and there in the second bed is Beca, with a still sleeping Chloe snuggling into her side. Beca's eyes are the size of saucers, and she is blushing even more than Aubrey is. The petite DJ's mouth starts moving, but nothing comes out at first, till finally she rasps. "I didn't see anything…"
Stacie chuckles. "Too bad for you. The view was aca-amazing."
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The Guatemalan woman swayed as she stood up, only just grabbing the back of the couch that Cynthia Rose and Maria are on, to keep her from falling. "Dios mío! Too much 'Fat Amy Special' last night," she says with a frown.
She rubs the heels of her hands into her eyes, as she hears Cynthia's question about a helicopter. "I think I remember one. Or I was having a dream about ICE coming for me." She shrugs, which causes her to sway more.
"That extra— umm—whatever it was Fat Amy gave me— it really messed up my balance." She looks about. "¿Dónde esta, Fat Amy?"
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"Holy Shit!"
Both Ashley and Jessica shout simultaneously as they stand in utter shock. They both had just woken up, stumbling out of the giant bathtub that they had ended up in. They are a little bit at a loss as they survey the current state of the trashed suite.
The suite was, for a lack of a better term, a complete fucking disaster.
Nothing seemed to have been spared.
The furniture had been moved everywhere, with some turned upside down, others on their sides, and in one case, chairs and tables were stacked all the way to the ceiling. There were enough empty beer, wine, and other liquor bottles to fill a desert.
"Damn," says Ashley. "What the fuck happened last night?"
"I think we threw one Hell of a party," answers Jessica.
"I was going to say 'Fat Amy,' but your answer sounds more plausible," Ashley adds.
"Things can be two things," Jessica observes.
"We're so charging Amy triple," says Ashley.
"You got that right," replies Jessica. "Especially after ordering that helicopter."
This gets Ashley's attention. "Wait—What?"
"¿Dónde esta, Fat Amy?"
Before Jessica can answer, they hear the question, and look over to see a very disheveled Flo asking Cynthia Rose and Maria where Fat Amy is. Then they are witnessing Emily perform her 'a baby giraffe learning to walk' impersonation, and the question is forgotten.
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Blinking the sleep out of her eyes, Emily stretches out her arms and legs. She can see the sun shining through the window, and smiles. It's a perfect day for a wedding.
With that thought, Emily sprang out of bed full of energy and excitement. On the bedside table there is a bottle of water, and two aspirin, with a note from Chloe. She takes the water, and washes down the two pills with half the bottle.
She vaguely remembers Chloe and Beca putting her to bed the night before, and as always, she is so grateful for them as friends and mentors.
She's surprised she has the whole room to herself. She figured at some point one or more of the other Bellas would have come in and made use of the other bed. Oh well, she shrugged it off and got dressed for the morning in an extra pair of shorts she had brought and a simple tee shirt. She would dress for the wedding later.
With a skip in her step she went over to the door, and opened it, and walked out.
Well that was the plan.
"Whhhaaatt!?"
In reality Emily tumbled out of the bedroom. In her haste she had walked right out the door without looking, but a couch had been pushed up across the doorway, the back of which caught the tall teenager just below mid-thigh. In her rush, all momentum was going forward, and never the most graceful at the best of times, Emily was unable to stop herself falling right over.
Now upside down, she opened her eyes to see the room in complete disarray. Jessica and Ashley are rushing over to her, and Flo looks like she's about to throw up.
"Oh, my Word!"
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"Seriously people," Cynthia Rose asks, "Where is Fat Amy?!"
There came a groan from behind the African American woman, where Flo seriously thinks she's dying, but nothing more. "Anyone? Has anyone seen Fat Amy?"
Beca winces at the loudness of Cynthia Rose's voice, but ignores the pain in her head, as she also wants to know the answer to CR's burning question. When no one provides an answer, Beca asks, again, "Okay, no kidding around, where is Fat Amy?"
"Did we check all the rooms?" Emily asks.
"You heard her," Aubrey says. "Everyone, check everywhere."
All the Bellas again fan out through the entire suite, searching it from top to bottom. They don't find Fat Amy; Emily does find Lily asleep, hanging upside down in the shower.
Beca and Chloe rush to the teenager when they hear her shout of surprise.
"I never got used to that," Beca says with a gesture at the inverted Bella.
"Me either," says Chloe as she ushers Emily away.
When everyone is back in the main area of the suite, Jessica and Ashley make one more search. When they come up empty again, they shout simultaneously, "Guys, we can't find Fat Amy anywhere!"
They both look at the clock, and let out loud gasps. "And there's only three hours till the wedding!"
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AN/: I really love cliffhangers.
Songs used:
Beautiful Life by Ace of Base
Crazy in Love by Beyoncé