A/N 1: Is there a boardwalk in Honolulu? I have no idea, so let's not get too caught up in specifics. When I read this back after I'd written it I couldn't help but see some similarities of the film, Forgetting Sarah Marshall – this wasn't my intention. Although it's a brilliant film, this story lacks puppets, Jason Segel and Mila Kunis. So if that's more the kind of thing you want to read, I'd suggest skipping this and just watching the DVD. Although I didn't base this story off that, now that I've mentioned it in the author's note, I've already set you up for disappointment – sorry.

Hawaii

Chloe was taking one last look at her appearance in the mirror, before grabbing her bag and making her way out of the door. She walked the hallway and pressed the button to call the elevator, patiently waiting for it to arrive.

She wasn't usually one to go on a holiday alone, but things back at home had forced her to end of her tether, so clicking 'book' and entering her card details for a bargain holiday for one in Hawaii was a no brainer.

Before Chloe knew it, she had walked through the hotel lobby, down the street and onto the boardwalk and en route to the familiar bar she had been visiting every night since she arrived. It wasn't a particularly fancy place; just a large wooden shack on the beach. The bar was plain and simple, with an array of different coloured fairy lights hung up on every surface and no more than ten tables settled under the wooden shelter.

There were many other bars in the area that probably looked more appealing, but it was cheap and cheerful and Chloe hadn't really been drinking there for its extensive list of cocktails anyway, it was more the staff; or a certain member of staff in particular.

Beca.

When Chloe landed at Honolulu airport a couple of nights ago, she went in the search of her hotel, before having a nap. Once she was awake and showered, she grabbed something to eat and set out to explore the island. After an hour or two of walking and taking in as much of the sights in the dark as she could, she stumbled across the bar on the beach, set away from the business of the boardwalk.

On first impressions, she thought the beach shack was cute and unusual and it wasn't until she ordered a drink that she concluded it was also very well priced. Then she got talking to the bar keep, Beca, and after one too many strawberry daiquiris she was slurring her words and stumbling in the sand.

Beca walked her home that night and ever since then Chloe can't seem to get the woman off her mind. She's not sure what they started talking about and she most definitely cannot remember the topic of their conversation on the walk back to the hotel, but she felt an undeniable connection she's never felt before.

That was Tuesday. It was now Friday and Chloe had become a regular customer, unable to stay away for longer than a few hours. If she was being honest, she had seen more of Beca than she had Hawaii and she was more than OK with that.

XXX

Chloe walked the familiar path down the beach and stepped onto the wooden boards of the bar, glad to be out of the sun. The white cotton dress she was wearing was light and cool, but she was still thankful of the shade; the hangover she was nursing was succeeding at making itself known. The redhead made her way to the empty bar, pulling out a stool.

She peered up and down, her eyes on the lookout for the familiar brunette that helped her home the night before, but she came up empty. A quick scan out to the beach, watching the waves lap up on the shore, before casting a look to the tables behind her and seeing the short brunette placing laminated menus on each one.

Upon catching her eye, she couldn't help but quickly turn away, nervously picking at a napkin that was left on the side of the bar. She felt a sense of dread and regret, as the sound of the woman's footsteps grew louder, followed by her voice.

"I didn't think I'd be seeing you here before lunch time."

Chloe turned, watching as she made her way behind the bar. She grabbed a glass and held it under the tap of a cooler to her left, settling it in front of Chloe.

"Water, for the hangover" she said with a smile.

Chloe couldn't help but let out a chuckle, bringing it to her lips.

"Thanks" she said quietly. "Look, I just wanted to apologise for last night, I don't know what came over me."

She wanted to say more, maybe explain why she allowed herself to get in such a drunken state, or perhaps ask for a reminder of her name, but the words wouldn't come out.

"Save it, Red, I've dealt with a lot worse. Trust me, it's all good."

She leaned on the wood top and offered her hand, "Beca..." she said with a smirk, "...because I'm pretty sure you don't remember."

Chloe grinned, taking Beca's hand in hers.

"I remember" she lied.

Beca raised an eyebrow, before shaking her head with a smile.

"Nice to see you again, Chloe. How's the head?"

She let go of the hand in hers in order to gesture to her own temple.

Chloe took another drink from the glass, before replying "Sore!"

Beca gave her a knowing look and began topping up her water.

"Thank you for walking me back to my hotel last night, Beca. I'm not sure if I would have made it back on my own."

"Well, you didn't really give me a choice, so..." Beca deadpanned, looking back at the confused woman before her.

"Beca, I'm not saying you have to walk me back to my hotel, but seen as you got me drunk in the first place, I'm now your responsibility!" Beca spoke in a high pitched voice, slurring her words, attempting to impersonate Chloe.

"Or something like that" she added in her normal voice.

Chloe looked at her horrified, mouth agape, internally cringing.

"I'm so sorry, Beca, I swear I'm not usually-"

The hysterical laughing cut her off, so she opted to take another drink of water in order to busy herself until the other woman sobered.

"Honestly, Chlo, I'm just teasing. I mean that did happen, but seriously don't worry about it!"

The shortening of her name took her by surprise, but Chloe liked the way it rolled of Beca's tongue.

"Did I do anything else embarrassing I should be made aware of?" Chloe asked, placing her head in her hands and dreading the answer. She dared a glance at Beca through her fingers.

Beca grinned and slowly shook her head, "Nope, you tripped a few times on the beach and tried to kiss me, but that's about it."

The brunette simply shrugged her shoulders and started to wipe the bar surface down with a cloth. Chloe's eyes grew wide, wanting the beach to swallow her up.

"I tried to kiss- no, you're kidding, right?"

"Relax, I'm kidding" Beca dragged out the word relax, before letting out a laugh.

Chloe ran a hand through her hair and let out a deep sigh. "I'm kind of regretting coming back to apologise now" she said, with a smirk of her own.

"Live and learn" she shrugged. "More water?"

Chloe spent the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon in the same seat at the bar, talking with Beca. The more time she spent with her, Chloe was almost disappointed she didn't try and kiss her last night. Between serving other customers, Beca always hurried back to the spot across from her, refilling her glass of water and making her laugh. They shared long glances and small smiles between conversation which made Chloe's stomach flutter, but she tried not to think too much of it.

XXX

Chloe arrived and took her usual seat. A man with sandy hair was working the bar and approached Chloe with the typical "what can I get you?" line of a barman. Chloe ordered her drink and looked down at her watch. Beca had said she would be starting later today, but it was already turned six, Chloe hoped she would be here soon.

She took the cold glass in her hand, looking out at the beach. The moment she told her best friend, Aubrey, she was going to Hawaii alone, the blonde woman had tried everything to talk her out of it, because "you can't run off to an island to escape your problems, Chlo." Turns out Aubrey was half wrong, she didn't escape her problems; no, she isn't naive, she knows they'll still be waiting for her in Atlanta; but this trip was doing a damn good job of helping her forget them.

She settled her eyes on the horizon; noting how far away it was and taking a sip of her drink, letting the alcohol warm her stomach. Chloe wished she could stay in Honolulu forever, but reality was a bitch. She had a cheating boyfriend to go home to and boy was she looking forward to that...

XXX

Chloe was waiting in line for a coffee when she caught a glimpse of Tom crossing the street outside. It wasn't unusual for Tom to be out of work at lunch time, but she specifically remembered him saying he was meeting all day today. After being handed her coffee, she walked out of the store and looked at the tables and chairs lined outside a deli bar across the road.

Her eyes landed her boyfriend sat at a table, holding hands with a brunette over the table. She scrunched her face up in confusion, as she made her way over the road, unable to take her eyes off them. Just as she was almost on the curb, Tom leaned over the table and put his mouth on hers.

Chloe dropped her coffee and stopped dead in her tracks.

What the fuck?

She's sure minutes passed until they broke apart. They began laughing loudly - Chloe didn't want to know nor cared about - bringing her out of her daze. She wanted to go over and ask her 'boyfriend' what the hell what was going on, but she didn't. Instead Chloe picked up the now empty coffee cup and dropped it in a trash can, before setting off in the opposite direction and back to work.

The redhead spent the rest of the afternoon in her office distracted and confused.

She didn't feel sad or upset.

At first she thought it was just shock.

She made her way home and saw Tom sat on the couch, playing video games. She knew she should have said something, but he was already on his feet, kissing her on the cheek and asking her about her day. Chloe fell into the usual routine and nightly conversation before going to bed, still unable to address the issue.

She woke up the next day and booked a plane ticket to Honolulu, along with a cheap package holiday at a swanky hotel with a dying need to get away for a week or so. It wasn't until she spoke to Aubrey that she realised how insane she was being.

She still wasn't upset.

Her and Tom had been together just over a year and she wasn't even sure she was in love with him when they moved in together six months ago. Seeing him with another woman should have made her feel upset, angry, or both, but she just felt relieved; like she finally had an excuse to end the relationship.

Aubrey tried to reason with her, but in the end Chloe packed her bags whilst Tom was at work and hid them in the cloak room. She spent the night as she normally would, making dinner and watching a movie on the sofa with her boyfriend. The fool didn't even realise most of her clothes had disappeared from their wardrobe before they went to sleep.

Then she just left in the early hours of the morning, ready to catch her flight; an attempt to ignore her problems and try to enjoy a change of scene.

XXX

"Earth to Chloe?" Beca shouted, waving a hand in front of her face.

Chloe shook her thoughts away and smiled at the goofy grin on Beca's face, "Sorry, I was miles away."

Beca simply smiled an even bigger smile, "Drink?" she asked.

"Drink" Chloe repeated, pushing her glass closer to Beca's side of the bar.

The sandy haired man from earlier was making his way over to Beca as she poured a spirit into the glass.

"Hey, you're shift doesn't start until seven..."he looked down at his watch, "...you're, like, fifty minutes early!"

Beca shook her head, before topping up Chloe's glass with soda, "Well when my favourite customer is here, I'm here" she shrugged innocently, placing the vodka and coke in front of said favourite customer with a smirk.

"You're going to that party down the beach anyway, right?" she asked the man who was nodding his head. "Well then, get an early start. Don't worry; I've got the bar covered."

The man said his thanks and disappeared from the bar and down the beach.

Chloe narrowed her eyes at Beca, "Favourite customer, huh?" she asked playfully.

"Your tips pay my bills..." she shrugged, "...and the views not bad either."

Chloe really tried to control the massive grin on her face, but judging by Beca's reaction she failed.

"The ocean, obviously" Beca winked, before walking off to serve someone down the bottom end of the bar.

Chloe shook her head, before letting out a giggle. She looked back out at sea, taking in the beautiful scene, unable to argue with the other woman's point. She let out a content sigh, taking a sip of her second drink and watched Beca prepare a cocktail.

Over the last couple of days, the two women had gotten to know each other quite well; Beca talked about how she ended up in Hawaii and working at the bar, as well as an extensive conversation about music taste and her favoured alcoholic beverages. Chloe delved into topics such as her work, where she was from and her a cappella days in college, she made sure to leave Tom out of it though.

After a couple of hours, the fairy lights were illuminating the bar, as darkness had fallen over the beach. Beca was leaning against the bar with a smile on her face, watching Chloe animatedly tell a story from back in her college days. The redhead had had a more nagging desire to kiss Beca tonight and although she was getting caught up in her story telling, she couldn't help but imagine brushing her lips against Beca's under the green lights that hung around the bar. Beca changed her position, standing up straight and taking a sip of her "secret" vodka and Red Bull stashed under the bar.

Both of them smiled at each other at the end of Chloe's story and Beca was starting to untie her apron.

"Well, looks like I'm off the clock for tonight."

It seemed on cue, a woman was entering the oppisite side of the bar with a warm smile and nodding her head to Beca.

"This better be an emergency" she yelled, eyeing Beca suspiciously as she walked closer.

"A serious emergency!" Beca reassured, causing Chloe to feel a little alarmed. She looked at Beca for answers, until she was talking again.

"I want to take this one to the beach party" she said loudly, pointing at Chloe's drink, "So hurry up and finish that."

"Ah, I see. If you want to go on a date, it's me you text to finish the rest of your shift?" the other bar worker asked.

The mention of the word "date" and suddenly Chloe's drink was going down the wrong way, causing her to break into a not so elegant coughing fit.

"Well if my date is still alive..." Beca deadpanned, immediately resting her hand atop of Chloe's flashing an "are you alright?" look. Chloe simply nodded and cleared her throat, scared that if she opened her mouth, a string of unknown words would fall out.

"Alright then, kids. Have fun!"

Beca was already out from behind the bar and pulling Chloe's chair out for her, steadying the redhead with a firm hand to the small of her back.

"Come on, Chlo, you can't be that drunk? I don't want a reply of the night we met" Beca teased.

Chloe simply smiled and walked over to the sand, feeling the grains already in the soles of her sandals. "Well come on then, don't tell me you've got cold feet?"

Beca laughed, before rushing over to her, "Nope, no cold feet here" and as if to prove her statement, she took Chloe's hand in hers and led her down the beach with a smile.

XXX

A/N 2: If you didn't get the Forgetting Sarah Marshall vibe, I can say I did an average job in writing in this. Thanks for reading.