Rumble in the Bronx (Club)

Thanks to RJRMOVIEFAN

Navigating through the tables and throwing well practiced smiles at people whom her parents wanted her to please, Chloe felt suffocated counting off the steps till they reached the door. Appreciating the air of outside they waited for about an hour till the sound of a beat-up bugle horn punctuated the soft, semi-muted classical music that thrummed behind the venue doors.

"HEY, PITCHES! THE CALVARY HAS ARRIVED!" Fat Amy joyously hollered, "Hon - slow down a notch – make it look like the movie. Yea okay too slow, speed it up a bit. That's the ticket."

Emily was in a mid-conversation with Applebaum, till she saw the people in the car.

"This is -" The side door clicked open with Aubrey ushering them into the vehicle impatiently.

"Get in, losers. We're going clubbing. Wait are you all, you know legal?"

"Yes, Im 19 –"

"Good, I did not want to make a quick stop to pick up some fake ids." Fat Amy nodded towards the tall sulking duo. "Fancy seeing you two again, need any fake ids? Still got that cold blood serial killers vibe going on."

Kommissar let out a small disgruntled snort, while Pieter had an amused grin. Letting them chatter on, Chloe zoned out staring out the window.

"Hey Chlo, you've been distant with everyone for these past months. You know I've been in town for a few days. Are you able to leave your family's hospital? There isn't really a point for you to stay because that one girl from Dusty town isn't there anymore, right? "

"Beca. Her name is Beca." Chloe's mouth automatically shaped the name, "Besides, I can't leave the hospital, yet. I'm still under probation period till I become a regular. "

"Chloe, you're not happy playing one big Beale happy family with all those snakes trying to kiss up to you, are you?"

Unable to avoid Bre's line of questioning, Chloe let out a sigh before whispering, "Bre, can we just enjoy the night."

Aubrey peered back at her trying to calculate how much she could get out of Chlo, but seeing the harassed look that hung around Chloe, she decided to drop the subject. Aubrey did not appreciate when one of her own felt helpless in a predicament that they can get out of, she would have them exhaust all possible leads. If she had to wait till the truth came out and find a different approach to breach the subject, then she would. In a way, it was Bre's special brew of showing how she cared…even if it meant putting her friends through her uncomfortable human-lie-detector-test.

With a sharp turn, they pulled up to a club in full-swing with a thriving pulse.

Blustering up to the club entrance with a sizeable line, Fat Amy cut through them and winked at the intimidating bulldog of a bouncer, while slipping something into his hand. Blushing slightly, he made way and lifted the velvet rope to allow them in and slapping on glow bracelets. The Bouncer stared down Bumper, taking longer to apply his glow bracelet as if sizing him up.

"How do you know him?" Bumper hoarsely whispered when they were passed the door with two part awe and one part jealousy.

"Don't worry about him, Bump. Aub and I came here earlier to check out the place after we got a flyer a few days back. Besides I traded in your picture to get us in."

Slightly flattered, Bumper couldn't help but ask which one.

"The Treble swim suit edition from college."

One of the club waiters took off the reserved sign on the table looking around conspiratorially, then whispered to Fat Amy's ear.

"Okay, we're using this table for an hour before the real mates come in. Till that time comes, we can drink as much free drinks as we can. NOW LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED"

An hour later of downing free liquour, the group ended up scattered in the throng of people.

Chloe skimmed around the tops and gaps looking out for Em and Applebaum. Finding them relaxed within each other's company and awkwardly dancing, while Bump and Fat Amy go about their little game of seeing how many numbers they can get by the end of night (but not calling any of gotten numbers), and Aubrey ordering drinks with a burly man trying to engage her in a conversation. If anything Chloe wouldn't worry over Aubrey, as Bre had a slight mischievous side when drunk – she had the tendency to engage in arm wrestling and beating them all (to say she played fair would be on perception). Lastly the perfect German duo, leaned against the bar scanning the area, finding something amusing and laughing. Chloe smiled in her happy little tipsy buzz, knowing they were all sorted.

"Hey, lady – come up here and enjoy the night" A friendly club hype man, ushered her up into the elevated platform where other people were already in the zone.

Chloe swayed with the synthetic beat, just as she was about to close her eyes the lights focused on the center booth – a set of shocking electric blue paralyzed her. At the moment of connection, Beca was on the turntable slowing the vinyl record and stretching time along with it. Scoping the crowd to gauge out their vibe, Beca involuntarily let go of the vinyl that gathered the time held back under her finger tips when she saw a familiar red. The right shade of red.

Beca had an hour left on her set, hoping against all odds to catch Chloe in amidst of all the chaos and bodies. She kept her eyes on Chloe, waiting to see if she'll disappear. Unfortunately, she started to notice how well her doctor can dance.

At the corner where Applebaum and Em danced, a guy cut in. Snidely commenting on how she can do better and feel better with someone like him. Seething, Em nearly slapped him but Applebaum moved him off and took her hand. While moving away from the douche, the guy grabbed Applebaum's shoulder punching him in the face. An exchange of fists came from different directions as his friends came, when Em floored him.

The Germans reacted as well as Bumper and Fat Amy.

Kommissar slammed her drink down on the bar and smiled a wolfish grin at Pieter - "Andere Länder, andere Sitten!" Not knowing what the hell was going on, they joined in the rumble looking livelier than they had ever in the whole trip.

The ripple effect has started and soon it became a mosh pit, Bumper pulled Applebaum off the guy and both had to exert effort to get Emily off of the sidekick. Pushing them towards the side doors, Bumper joined back into the fight double teaming with Fat Amy for the sheer fun of it.

Chloe tried to fight the crowd after losing sight of Em and Benji, caught Aubrey on her phone and fighting the buzz to mouth "Please don't call Tom." Bre noticed and stopped her call, then dialed another number while assessing a way to get through the mess to Chlo.

Beca did not know of the commotion after being switched out by the next dj, anxiously zipped through the obstacles to reach Chloe. Reaching the spot where Chloe had stood, Beca then noticed the moshpit that was happening at the edge of the club. The bouncers were practically trying to push through the thick mass of bystanders and people just wanting to fight.

Frantically searching for actual proof that she was there, someone was harshly pushed into her. A cloud of red hair was on her, looking up a person she couldn't recall gaped at her briefly before snapping back into what appeared to be military mode.

"The other girls are coming here. Don't try anything funny, got that emo alt kid? Take her to North Street Avenue –"Aubrey was abruptly interrupted in midsentence when a guy 3 times her size fell on her. Before an imposing thick club door slammed shut, Beca saw a snapshot blur of each girl taking on bigger adversary at a club-turned-ballroom-blitz. What am I supposed to do with a partial street address and a drunk? Knock on each door asking if she belongs there? I'm not on Sherlock mode…Beca turned in time to notice Chloe tumble down bushes.

"Beca, Beca…save me the bushes. The bushes have taken me."

"No, no you fell into their territory. Come here, upsie daisy."

Taking the drunk doctor…or not doctor on duty- Bella singer to a coffee shop to sober up…seemed like a great idea to Beca at the time.