Beca Stark didn't like taking orders from anyone. That being said, it was no surprise when instead of getting a good nights rest, she did just the opposite. She didn't know when this particular mission would end. So she decided to enjoy one more night out on the town, taking part in some of the finer luxuries and exquisite vices the city had to offer. She was out for one reason; to get a little special attention before she shipped off to God knows where. She made sure she looked like a million bucks with her tight fitting slacks, crisp white button down, vest, and smart red tie.
She made her way through the crowd of people to the bar keeping her eyes open for potential good company. When she reached the bar she ordered a double shot of jack and continued surveying the crowd while she sipped her drink. Her jaw nearly fell open when her eyes settled on familiar locks of red hair. What were the odds that Beca would run into Chloe Beale tonight. The redhead was at a table on the other end of the bar. The messy bun that had contained her red curls before was gone. So were the jeans. Instead she was wearing a tight black strapless number and her curls fell perfectly across her shoulders. Her back was to Beca but there was no mistaking that figure. Beca had studied it in detail during the meeting that morning.
"Hey!" Beca called to the bartender, "The one and only gorgeous redhead in this place. What's her drink?"
"Oh you mean Chloe," the man behind the bar replied.
"She a regular here?" Beca questioned.
"Chick like that? She don't need to go to a club to get her kicks. I think she's here for a birthday party or something," he replied.
"How do you know her name?" Beca asked.
"You better believe I tried to pick up on that," he explained, "She shot me down cold. You might have better luck but I doubt it. She's drinking a vodka cranberry. Would you like me to take her one from the beautiful brunette at the bar?"
"Yes," she replied, "I'll show you how its done." Beca watched him mix the drink and walk out from behind the bar. She watched the exchange between the bartender and the redhead, who turned to follow the bartenders finger as he pointed towards her. Beca lifted her glass to Chloe who smiled in return. After the closed off demeanor Beca witnessed this morning, she was actually a little shocked to see the girl's warm smile. Chloe left her friends at the table and joined a pleasantly surprised Beca at the bar.
"I feel like its safe to assume you followed me here," Beca joked. Chloe actually laughed this time. "Wow! You do have a sense of humor."
"About earlier," Chloe began, "I'm sorry. I do think you're funny and it was really hard for me not to laugh."
"Really?" Beca exclaimed, "Then why the cold shoulder?"
"Well I didn't really appreciate the implication that I was the new toy of the group!" Chloe replied. She obviously wasn't intending to give into Beca's charm as she had originally hoped. "I'm here to help. Not have sex with the first superhero I meet. I'm serious about what I do Beca."
"I'm here to help too!" Beca argued, "And have sex if a good opportunity arises. And if it helps I'm not actually super in any way. I'm just ungodly smart."
Chloe rolled her eyes as she took a sip of a drink. Apparently she decided to ignore the brunette's advances all together because her next statements was pretty much a subject change. "Do you come here a lot?"
"No," Beca answered, "I've never been here. Why?"
"I'm just trying to figure out the odds of running into you of all people, tonight, at a bar neither of us have been to," she began to speculate.
"Let's just call it fate," Beca replied.
"And you're still hitting on me," Chloe pointed out.
"I'm sorry!" she defended herself, "But who could pass up a girl like you?"
"She ain't kidding," the bartender chipped in as he passed by on his way to deliver a drink.
"Shut up bus boy you had your shot," Beca retorted.
Chloe leaned in and straightened Beca's tie. "And you don't even get a shot." She smoothed out Beca's collar and then grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her close until she could whisper in her ear. "At least not until this job is done." She pulled back from Beca and made a show of surveying her outfit. She tugged on her tie one more time, saying, "This is a good look for you." With that she stood and began making her way back to her friends. Beca ogled the redheads perfect body without the slightest hint of subtly.
"You don't look so bad yourself," Beca called after her, causing Chloe to stop. "How about just one dance?" Beca gave one last attempt.
Chloe seemed to consider this for a moment before replying, "I'll owe you one." She turned around again and Beca knew the conversation was over.
"So they're supposed to walk away and leave you empty handed at the end," the bartender quipped, as he too stared at Chloe over Beca's shoulder, "I've been doing it right all along!"
A/N: Alright guys I know you're out there... or hell maybe you aint... but if you are I'd sure like to hear from you. I also changed the rating to M because I just don't trust myself to keep it family friendly.