Telephone Lady Gaga
At the club…
Bre stood on the tabletop overlooking the war-torn hysteria below, Stephanie clambered up next to her.
"ROLL CALL!"
"Em and Applebee are already outside with the rest of the gang, missing for the count are
Das sound machine, Bumper and Fat Amy and…" reported Steph. Bre stopped her with a hand and jumped down to pull a tussled Bumper up to them.
"Bumper, where's Patricia?" demanded Bre. Bumper leaned back with a boyish smile that screamed I've-got-this, cupping his mouth to amplify his call through the masses.
"I GAVE ZAC EFRON THE BEST AUSTRALIAN KISS! THE ONE DOWN UNDER"
There was an inhumane yell and people being pushed aside to make room for the blonde.
"AH HELL NO, FIGHT ME" a drunkenly roar of Fat Amy was heard. Bumper just turned to the gaping ladies next to him with a wink.
"That's how you get it done ladies."
Recovering from their shock, they worked together to find the dynamic duo. They were able to locate the duo cornering -
"Ow my nose! What was that for?! Crap, where is it…I lost my phone" whined a sandy hair man clutching his nose.
Grabbing Kommissar's shoulder to prevent her from doing more damage, Bre raised an eyebrow.
"He grabbed a girl." They shrugged as their response would suffice for newly joined group's gawking expressions.
"Its not what it looked like. I was looking for my friend Beca, she looks like her from the back"
Steph went close to Bre's ear as the others fussed over the apparently innocent harasser,"Bre, Chloe hasn't turned up yet." Bre felt as if she was doused with a bucket of cold water.
"Phone, now!"
-x-
After failed multiple attempts to reach Jesse's phone, Chloe and Beca were in amidst of reaching a compromise.
"How am I going to take you home?"
"I don't really have a home and you're still practically a stranger" huffed Chloe.
"A stranger whom you took care of, kidnapped and whisked away to the hospital rooftop!" an exasperated Beca exclaimed. She would have found this whole thing annoyingly entertaining if she wasn't worried where her doctor would end up at.
"Eh, how do I know you're not some person with an ulterior motive" Chloe misjudged the distance of pointing at Beca, having her finger land on Beca's soft cheek. The brunette jerked her head away and tried to swat the poorly placed oncoming jabs that Chloe sent to her cheek. Chloe giggled thinking how soft it was under her finger tips.
"Yea, I can barely contain myself from ripping your clothes off. How bout we just contact one of your friends to pick you up?" suggested Beca, Chloe pap herself down looking for her phone, "Do you want me to call it?"
The strawberry blonde shook her head and continued her search with vigor to prove Beca wrong. Triumphantly pulling the cellular device out, she sent an impish smile towards Beca, eliciting a small smile out of the brunette.
"You're such a dork when you're not in white or in the hospital."
"What? Im offended I'm the epitome of cool" The struggle was real though, as Chloe found it hard to type the sentences out. All the words look normal to her but autocorrect had them spelt completely wrong (in reality the alcohol had impaired her perception and most of her sentences were a jumbled mess). Beca clearly enjoyed watching the stubborn one, but decided to end her misery.
"Okay let me just see your phone"
Chloe made bleep bloop noises while reluctantly passing over the phone to Beca. During the handoff a call tried to go through, the vibrations surprised Chloe causing her to drop the cellphone into Beca's coffee mug with a plop. Both of them stared down at the dying device. Gingerly picking up the tip of the cellphone up from the black liquid, Beca sighed.
"We're going to have to crack it open and place the pieces in a bowl of rice, hopefully it'll dry this out"
"Good idea, we must offer rice."
"No, Chloe."
Deciding that there was nothing else that Beca could possibly do, unless she would leave the doctor in a motel which would be heartless. Beca then decided to do what she must, paying for their meal – she helped Chloe up and they walked towards the street. Hailing a cab, they missed a frantic group retreat out of the club before they were bombarded by the security and spies out for Beale's