"The sopranos: Jessica, Mary Elise, Lilly and Lucy. The mezzos: Cynthia Rose, Stacie, Kori, and our altos: Fat Amy, Denise, Ashley, Beca." Aubrey announced as she unsheathed the bags over our heads, one by one. We proceeded to say an oath of the Barden Bellas, receiving our scarves for the first time. The room was crowded with candles of various shapes and sizes, making me wonder if it was a fire hazard to have so many lit up at once. I mumbled the oath as I scanned the room's decor.

"...never to have sexual relations with a Treblemaker or may my vocal chords be ripped out by wolves," The girls chanted in unison.

"Wait, what?" I whispered to Beca. She had the same expression, confused at the latter part of the oath. Aubrey's grudge for the Treblemakers was far more deeper than we initially thought. As Aubrey welcomed us into the Barden Bellas, the girls proceeded to squeal with excitement, Amy making her way straight to the wine in the chalice.

I smiled at Beca, still hearing the second half of the Bella oath ring in my ears, "Did she tell us to swear off Treblemakers?" I whispered as the girls got ready leave for the initiation party.

She shrugged, bewildered just as much as I was, "I don't know if that was a joke or not," We both peered at Aubrey as she discussed something with Chloe. "She doesn't look like she would joke about this."

"She doesn't look like she would joke. At all," I muttered, causing Beca to stifle her laughter.

"Alright ladies, it's time to head to Aca-initiation Night," Aubrey raised her voice to garner our attention. We followed her to the amphitheater, where the other acapella groups with their newfound members were already mingling amongst one another. I scanned the crowd for Jesse and Benji, however I could only find Jesse chugging what had to be his third drink.

"Jesse!" I called out, walking towards him down at the centre of the amphitheatre, "Where's Benji?"

"He uh, didn't make it in," Jesse replied, trying not to spill his drink whilst looking for another to consume.

"He didn't make it in?" I repeated, feeling crushed for Benji. I could only imagine how much it would have sucked not to be accepted into the Treblemakers and furthermore watch his roommate join them. "Poor Benji..." I vowed I would treat him to lunch or something as consolation, but I doubted it would have made him feel better.

While I worried for Benji and his current state, Jesse had somehow found two drinks for us to share. "Jesse. We're underage."

"Well I'm on my fourth drink so... I've already made the moral decision to break the law just for tonight," Jesse smirked as he took a swig of his beer.

I stared down at the drink he handed me, "Somehow I doubt it'll be just for tonight."

I watched Jesse stumble away as he tried to get the attention of Beca, who stood by the raised seats of the venue. I was alone now with a bunch of young adults surrounding me, half of which are still not of legal age. I sighed, leaning against one of the chairs as I watched the new acapella members grind and party. From the corner of my eye, I spied Jesse flirting with Beca, causing her to giggle, making me wonder if I could get them to start dating each other. I smiled at the thought that I could set them up.

"You're pretty cute when you smile," I heard a familiar voice standing in the row behind me.

I turned around as I was faced with Donald, taking a sip of his own drink in one hand and the other in his pocket. I smiled, "Hello, fellow aca-member."

"Congrats on becoming a Bella," he raised his cup as a toast, so I stood and bumped our drinks together. "In my opinion, you guys might be the only ones worth being called competition... But the Treblemakers will always win."

I scoffed at his smirk, "Cocky, aren't we? I may not know the history of rivalry between the Trebles and the Bellas, but I know that this year it's going to change."

"I like your determination," Donald raised an eyebrow, "But I don't think that'll be enough to take us down."

I shook my head as I watched him scan the crowd, "Looking for someone?"

"No, actually," He replied, his eyes still looking around the party, "I'm actually making an attempt to look casual while talking to you."

"I like your honesty," I laughed as I spoke, "it's certainly making you seem more approachable."

"Well I know you like your honesty," He turned his eyes back at me, "Anything to get closer, right?"

I watched him take another swig of his drink, "You know, I'm not falling for it."

"Falling for what?"

"Your attempts at flirting with me."

"You're flirting back, aren't you?"

I paused, scrunching my face up into a frown. "I am not flirting with you."

He shrugged as he pretended to agree with me, "Gettin' strong vibes from you, Lucy."

I nudged him with my free hand, pushing his shoulder to show my annoyance, and his grin slowly erased the grimace I had, "Shut up."

He laughed as he noticed my frown turn into a smile, grabbing the hand that was nudging him and put it against his chest. I stared at him as I felt his body heat through his shirt. I could feel my heart pound out of my chest, making me have a difficult time breathing right. It was cold outside, yet for that second, I was burning. He smirked, "Yeah... You're definitely not flirting with me."

I pulled my hand away as I looked down at my drink. It stared straight into the depths of my soul, convincing me ever so slowly to give into intoxication. I shook my head as I mumbled, "Screw it," and I took a lengthy gulp of whatever alcohol Jesse had handed to me earlier.

"Slow down, freshman," Donald chuckled as he watched me down half my liquor. "Do you drink a lot?"

I took a deep breath after I released my lips from the rim of the cup, "Nope, first time tonight."

He grinned, joining me on my drinking escapade. He took my hand as he walked me to the dance floor, watching me finish my first drink in an amount of minutes. Donald looked surprised at my sudden feat to get wasted, handing me another beverage. I considered that maybe getting drunk wouldn't be the best decision to make, especially considering that I was holding hands with a man known for his previous relationships, but when I looked over at Jesse and Beca, laughing and flirting all the while enjoying each other's company, it made me think to myself, 'I deserve to let loose, just for one night.' Then, Andy Grammer's 'Keep Your Head Up' played from the speakers attached to the laptop near the drinks station, causing everyone to make a ruckus and start huddling towards the dance floor.

"Oh, I love this song," I giggled, taking another drink from what Donald had handed me.

He smiled, watching me carefully as I started to move my body to the beat. "Let's dance." And so we did.

Donald twirled me around as we shuffled our way into the middle of the crowd, all while I continued to consume the alcohol I was handed. At some point I began to reject the drinks, and made my own. Donald of course, accompanied me during all this, making sure I wasn't spilling anything on anyone. I laughed eventually, feeling the ground move with every step I took.

"God, drinking is fun!" I told Donald as I continued to dance.

"This really is your first time, isn't it?" He laughed as he held my waist, dancing along with me.

"Yeah," I nodded, swaying my hips even more, all while allowing Donald to lower his hands. I know, so bad of me to do, but damn, I was having a crapload of fun. "I'm not even legally allowed to consume this stuff, you know?"

"Naughty Lucy," He chuckled, raising his eyebrows at my leniency with his seduction techniques. "I think I like this side of you."

"Well, I'm not going to be drinking a lot okay?" I tapped him on the shoulder with slight pressure, peering at him through my eyelashes, "So don't think about doing anything."

"Lucy, you're on your fifth drink," Donald said, "Maybe I should cut you off."

"No!" I said, moving my drink away from him with a pout, "I'm not drunk! The... world is just moving. Like, a lot."

He genuinely laughed harder than usual, "You're ridiculous. That is your last drink, you hear me?"

"Shut up," I swayed back and forth to the song as I held his hand against my waist. "You're enjoying this too, don't deny it."

"Yeah, I am," He smiled, "But I don't want you passing out on me. It's your first time drinking, you're little, you're probably a lightweight. You're probably going to black out in one more drink."

"Okay," I slurred, almost finishing my cup, "I am still speaking English, I'm still standing up, and I'm still dancing. I'm not blacking out."

"You're barely doing any of those things. Why do you think I've been holding onto you this whole time?"

"Do you really believe that you're holding onto me to keep me standing?" I started moving my body closer to him. "Or are you holding onto me because you want to?"

He paused, studying my probably dizzy-looking face and after a moment, he replied, closing his eyes with a smile, "Oh you're making this too easy, Lucy."

I giggled, holding onto his hand and walking him out of the crowd and away from the party. Slowly, but surely, I made my way up the stairs with him holding me tightly. This was bad. I knew it was. My heart was racing while I tried to focus on the ground below me. Don't trip. Just hold on. That's all I thought about during that time. From there on out, I couldn't remember anything, Donald's theory had happened and I blacked out.

When I came to, that was when I was faced with a glaring migraine and dry mouth. I felt horrible, like my whole body was punishing me for my stupidity for the previous night. I found myself back in my room at what was probably midday, lying with my thin bed sheet covering my body. I groaned, squinting my eyes as I held my head, as if it would actually help my hangover go away. I had no idea how I got back to my room, probably through a drunken adventure through the campus and somehow I led myself back there. That, or Jesse or Beca brought me back. I doubted that was the case, since Jesse was already wasted by the time I had arrived to the party. Beca, probably swayed by Jesse's influence, hopped onto the drunk train as well.

I was sweating, feeling unusually hot considering I felt cold most nights I slept. Did I get a fever? That was my initial reaction, perhaps I was allergic to some sort of alcohol from last night? I was confused all this time, until I was given an answer.

"Morning," I heard a voice beside me.

I was suddenly aware of an arm around my body in bed, feeling my senses kick into full throttle as I woke up from my groggy mess. This explained the body heat rising while I slept. He was topless. He was in bed with me.

I had slept with Donald Walsh.

Oh no! Lucy got drunk! There's a lesson to be learnt here kids, drink responsibly! Don't go home with a playboy! Aside from that, thank you so much for reading. Be sure to leave a review telling me your reaction to what happened! Were you expecting it? Is Donald at fault here? Or is Lucy? Let me know!

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