Chapter 6 – Restroom Coincidences

"Ugh" Beca groaned, clutching her head with her hand as another throb of pain shoots through her brain.

Unfortunately for this brunette… the long, torture night isn't over. She was still in Aubrey and Jesse's engagement party along with people that she wasn't very much incapable of knowing or talking, and of course a certain blonde with her tall, scruffy guy.

If she was being honest, being drunk is way better than getting sober, because that's supposed to be happening tomorrow when she wakes up with a horrible hangover. Not at this moment when she's trying to get over her ex-girlfriend who not only was completely ignoring her, but also brought some guy; not at this moment when she's bitter about everything.

Much to her dismay, Jesse disabled her privileges on getting alcohol for the night. She will be only served with soft drinks or water. Luke was told to be at her side throughout the rest of the night to prevent her from sulking or even attempting to get a drink to make her lightheaded.

"Drink water. It'll make you feel better." Showing his sympathy on his face, Luke lightly pats the brunette's back that was slumping towards the bar table.

"Yeah, I was going to take that offer up when I'm in my apartment in the morning with a bad hangover." Beca snaps. "I need to get drunk, Luke. It's the only logical thing I should be doing since I'm bitter with how things are right now."

"Hey, I thought we have talked about this? And where's that confidence I saw you had a while ago?" he asked, and Beca rolled her eyes before pinching the bridge of her nose.

She was pretty annoyed. Yes, she said that Chloe's worth it and would risk things just to get her back. Yes, she's determined to do it. But she's not in a very good mood to do it now. Being drunk though, seemed to be the best idea…but she can't do it, thanks to her friends.

"I'm going to the restroom." She muttered to Luke as she slid off the bar stool, not without slightly going off balance then Luke held her arms to make sure she doesn't fall flat on her face. After mumbling ''thanks'', she went to the restroom.

The restroom was bright; too bright for her sobering mind and headache to handle. She squints her eyes to lessen the amount of light that was penetrating her vision. She went directly towards one of the sink and leans to her hands at each side of it as she looks at herself in the mirror. She knew she looked stunning, but she can see the tiredness in her eyes. Which is not far from the truth. She is tired; tired of seeing Chloe with another guy; tired of seeing Chloe ignoring her; tired of seeing Chloe altogether, because it hurts her.

She sighed as she opened the faucet and cupped the water with her hands before covering her eyes. She let her eyes linger on the cool water in her hands before dropping them, and repeating it twice. As she reached for the paper towels to dry her eyes up, she heard a cubicle door opened.

She pressed lightly to dry her dampen eyes, and when she looked through the mirror, she was stunned.

There stands Chloe, looking at her. Staring blankly at her.

…

Spring break of their sophomore year of college was hitting Aubrey's birthday. Which is abso-fucking-lutely perfect, because they can – once again – see each other. Although this time, they went to Cambridge – for Aubrey, of course – and spend the vacation there.

It was supposed to be Aubrey's week. Beca, Chloe, Stacie, and especially Jesse were dedicated in making this week the best birthday week for Aubrey. It was already a bit of a bummer to the blonde because she can't come home since her parents were out of the country for some business purposes, and her older sister Rian, was in a tour with her husband, Michael, around somewhere in Europe. If she come home, she will only be met with an empty house…and that's not how she wanted to spend her birthday. So she decided to stay in Massachusetts, where her friends will be visiting her and will be staying for the rest of Spring Break.

When the gang arrived, Stacie immediately recommended that they go to a club to start the awesome week right. But, it was contradicted with Aubrey as she reasoned out 'not wanting to make a repeat last time when they visited LA and they went straight to the club' complete with a not-so-subtle glare towards Beca and Chloe who just avoided her eyes. Stacie didn't want to argue against the birthday girl, so they all obliged with what Aubrey wanted – a nice dinner in a nice restaurant somewhere mid-town.

It was no-doubt a very nice, very relaxing atmosphere. The five friends were just chillin' out, having a conversation filled with laugh and smiles, drinking wine – it was nice.

Chloe was having fun, in all honesty. She wouldn't want anywhere to be right now. Being here with her girlfriend, her best friend who was having her birthday in a couple of days, and her dorky brunette friends (she started to call Stacie and Jesse as dorky siblings just recently). She was all content and just feeling so warm and loved, until she heard the music being played throughout the whole restaurant. Her eyes wide just a bit, almost not enough to be notice by everyone in the table. Note: almost.

Beca was looking at her with a low-key tensed expression, because she knows that song.

It's included to Chloe's list of her lady jams. And she knows too perfectly of what it does to Chloe.

Chloe started to inhale deeply through her nose to calm her hormones down, because she's in a nice restaurant, surrounded by nice people, and she doesn't want to make Aubrey mad. She tried, so hard to not jump on Beca's bones because the brunette is looking fine as hell, even if she's just wearing a jeans and a shirt under a leather brown jacket. She clears her throat awkwardly and put a smile on her face.

"Chlo, you okay?" Aubrey asked suddenly, watching her intently across the table. She gave the blonde a tight-lipped smile and an enthusiastic nod.

"Yeah, Bree…I'm completely fine." She said with a bit less of conviction in her voice. The blonde pursed her lips, but brushed it off.

Why do they even play these kinds of music in here anyways? Chloe asks herself minutes later, under pressure and control of not squirming and bursting. She saw Beca stifles a laugh at her side, and she gave her a glare. Beca is so not helping.

"Hey, guys I'll be right back." Beca suddenly said as she stood up from her chair. "Excuse me." She muttered before putting her table napkin on the table and walking away from the table. Chloe followed the brunette with her eyes; each sway of the hips almost made her drool, since one of her lady jams is still playing in the air. She gulped and shook her head bit, then she stood up. All eyes at her this time.

"Uhm, I'll just check on Beca." She trailed off a tad bit awkwardly before nodding to herself and walked towards where the brunette disappeared to, a while ago. The three who were left on the table just stared at the direction where Chloe and Beca went, contemplating on about if their two friends were okay.

They continued their conversation as if everything is normal.

In the restroom though, it isn't. Because Beca's already sitting on the counter top with Chloe attacking her neck. They are pretty luck no one's in there with them, because that would just make things very awkward. And very inappropriate in their part.

…

Beca just stood there; droplets of water were dripping down her face as she looks at the blonde through the mirror.

Her expression stoic…but she was squirming and screaming inside her head.

Do something, Mitchell!

Don't just stand there, now's your chance!

Talk. Wave a hand. Just do something!

"Uhm." She gaped, but Chloe avoided her gaze and just went straight to one of the sinks, one sink away from her, and washed her hands quietly. Beca gulped and kept her eyes on the girl she's been pinning on for almost a year after their break-up. "Uhm…h-hey."

Oh my god, I want to throw up on my face.

Chloe looks at her as she shook her hands twice after washing them. She took a deep breath before looking at Beca, giving her a smile. "Hey, yourself."

Beca blushed, she looked down at the sink to hide her face but rather failing miserably. "Uhm, I'm…I'm glad you came. Aubrey's…well, she missed you a lot." She said, timidly.

"I missed her too." Chloe replies.

The small talk hangs in the air a bit awkwardly, and Beca was thinking about continuing this ridiculous small talk, or just leave the restroom immediately. This is way too uncomfortable for her to handle.

"…we all missed you, Chlo."

Beca was now looking at her fumbling hands that were resting on the counter top, and she can feel the gaze Chloe was giving her that it was now burning a hole at the side of her head. She gulped to calm her nerves and to legitimately put the rising bile on her throat. That would just be a very ugly sigh-

-too late though because she's already has her hand over to her mouth as she ran towards one cubicle and bent down on the toilet, throwing her guts out.

Chloe winced at the sounds. But she can't help herself to worry about the brunette, so she carefully went inside the cubicle where Beca was in, and rubbed her back gently.

Beca lifted her head at the touch. It was too familiar and too strange for her. But still, it sends shivers down her spine and gives her goose bumps on her skin.

"I'm sorry…this is disgusting, I just had a lot of tequila tonight." Beca muttered. She heard Chloe's heels clicking on the marble floor walking away, then coming back seconds later beside her.

"Here." Chloe said. Beca turned her head to see paper towels on the blonde's hand, being offered to her. She took it slowly and muttered thanks.

"I thought you aren't going to drink tequila unless it's necessary?" Chloe asks to cut off the silence between them when Beca stood up and flushed down her tossed cookies, then walked towards the sink to wash her mouth. Beca dried her lips with the paper towels then looked at Chloe.

"It was necessary. I needed to forget about things that were occupying my mind." Beca said.

And there it was, the tension once again filling up the air and both of them knows it.

"I'm going back in there. Thanks again for…helping me." Beca gave the blonde a tight smile before walking out of the restroom, leaving Chloe behind.

As soon as she was back, she took multiple deep breaths to make her mind function once again. The first talk she had with Chloe went…well, not bad but not that good either. It's awkward.

She walked to the bar to find Luke and asked him for a mint, that luckily he has.

"What happened. You look a bit stricken." Luke asked.

"I just had a conversation with Chloe in the restroom."

Luke turned to her completely, obviously capturing her attention as he heard this new information. His eyes wide a bit, and his eyebrows both raised.

"How did it go?"

"Awkward." Beca scoffed. "The worst part, me throwing up in the middle of it. But she rubbed my back and gave me paper towels. So…at least there's that." She shrugged and grabbed the mouth-watering cold glass of water in front of her, wincing after realizing it gin. "Bleh, what the hell is a gin doing here?"

"Uhm, that's mine." Luke answered, slowly grabbing the glass from the brunette and avoiding the glare he was getting from the said brunette. "Well, how did it end then?"

"Still awkward. I just excused myself after a statement then left her there, pretty much in her thoughts because she didn't say anything after I said it."

"What did you say tell her?"

"That tequila was necessary to drink because I need to forget about things."

Luke pursed his lips then just nodded to himself. He fully understands about what she meant by that. Hell, even Chloe knows. He gave Beca just a sympathy look as the silence between them continues.

"Do you think…if I'll start to get her back…w-would we still have a chance? I mean, is it still possible for us to get back together?"

"I guarantee that it's still possible. I mean, it's Chloe we're talking about here. You two both know each other inside and out, you have a secret language that only the two of you understands…" Luke said with a light pat on Beca's shoulder.

"Yeah, but right now…we're like strangers to each other. It's not the same as before."

"Only because Chloe took a different road. Trust me Becky, if you ask me, Jesse, Aubrey or Stacie, if you and Chloe would have the chance to get back together…then there is no doubt we would say the same thing. Yes. It doesn't actually takes a genius to see the level of chemistry you two have. If you remember very well the first time you realize you're in love with Chloe, no one was going against it because it's that how much you two look good together. I honestly think that if we're in some alternate universe…you two would end up being together, and in like a thousand times over."

Beca laughed with a bright smile, and Luke smiled at this; proud of himself to be the one to make that smile appear on the girl's face. "There was even a time when Laura told me that if there would be an award called 'Best Couple Award', hands-down-no-doubt you and Chloe would win it. So imagine the shock on her face when she learned you and Chloe weren't together anymore."

"Thanks Luke." Was all Beca could say. Luke really is the brother she never had, and she was really grateful for having him in her life. He always know what to say to cheer her up or when she doesn't know what she would do in tough situations, such as this one. "Really. Thanks a lot, dude."

"No problem, little sis." Luke said as he wrapped an arm around the brunette and pulled her to his chest, resting his chin on her head. Beca settled on his chest and smiled, feeling a lot better with those words coming from her brother in a sense.

…

Chloe and Beca came back to the table minutes later, looking flustered and…well, someone who just got laid.

Jesse laughed as he reached out 50 dollars towards Stacie who was smirking and taking the money. Aubrey closed her eyes to not show her irritation and annoyance in confirming her thoughts about what could Chloe and Beca do in a restroom.

"I cannot believe you guys. Really? Can't you handle your sexual frustrations at home?" Aubrey scolded at the two women who were straightening their 'just-had-sex-in-the-restroom' hair.

"I wasn't at all planning this!" defended Beca, her hands in surrender. "Chloe was the one who attacked me in there, I was just literally washing my hands. Blame her." She added, not unnoticing the death glare she was receiving from the redhead.

"Hey, don't you pin this all on me! You knew that would happen since that stupid song came in the background!" Chloe prodded the brunette.

"Song? What song?" Aubrey asked, leaning in closer to the table because she noticed that their conversation about the two that just had sex in the restroom actually caught some attention from other tables.

"The song that was playing when Beca went to the restroom before I followed her." Chloe answered.

"Oh shit, you mean the Frank Ocean's 'Thinking 'bout You'?" Stacie's eyes widened. "That's one of your lady jams?!"

"Stacie, keep your voice down!" Aubrey hissed.

"Sorry, Bree."

"Yeah, so what?" Chloe said, as she crossed her arms on her chest, leaning back on her chair and grumbling. "Who does play that stupid song in a restaurant anyways?" she pouted and exhaled through her nose in annoyance.

"Okay, from now on I am literally not allowing you two to go to restrooms alone whenever we are all together." Aubrey demanded. "Beca would go with Stacie, and I would go with Chloe. Have I made myself clear?" she raised an eyebrow at everyone.

Silence.

"Have I made myself clear?" she growled.

"Yes."

"Yes sir."

"Yes Bree."

"Noted."

With a contented smug on her face, Aubrey smiled and relaxed on her chair. "Now let's eat." She said as everyone dug in. Little did she know that there will be actual violations of the rule she just made in the near future.

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A/N: Early update since I won't be able to do it tomorrow. (yey!)

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