Beca tugged on her favourite leather jacket, zipping it closed and headed out of the main Barden gates, following the directions Luke had texted her. She knew what she was doing was probably a bad idea, but she didn't care right then. Right now she was going to give into her basic urges that she blamed her mother for.

Beca wanted to drink.

So she headed to The Garage, which she assumed was a club of some sort, that Luke said he'd meet her at to check out the DJ. It wasnt a long walk away from Barden, and Luke was already stood outside, chatting away to the big bald bouncer as Beca approached.

The Brit was on top form tonight, clad in ripped jeans, sneakers and a black vest. Showing off all of his tattoos and lines of ink on his skin, he turned and waved, smiling wide as Beca approached,

"Hey kiddo, are you alright?" He asked as she reached him, shrugging slightly,

"Im just so done with those girls," she grumbled bitterly as Luke guided her into the club, it was all band posters and graffiti walls, a bar along one side of the wall, facing the raised dj booth at the other end of the room. Battered leather sofas and small round tables scattered around the club, making it smaller then it seemed. Beca took it all in as Luke headed to the bar, which was probably best since she was underage.

What seemed like an eternity later Luke handed Beca another bottle of beer and dropped onto the empty sofa opposite her. The club hadn't filled up much, no more then twenty people, including themselves, where scattered around the club. Beca wasn't really paying much attention to anything but what the DJ was playing,

"I can't believe how much time I wasted on that stupid a cappella shit," Beca muttered snidly, glaring at noone imparticular,

"Maybe it's good you're done with that, but isn't Chloe your girlfriend?" Luke questioned, eyeing the brunette who was drinking through the beer at a fast rate,

"Yeah, but she didn't even try to stick up for me. Like evey tine Posen shot me down she just stood there and let it happen. Any way I'd rather be up there anyway. This music is amazing,"

"Yeah, right? You have good taste," Luke said with his easy grin back in place, ignoring the dig about his own cousin,

"The DJ is petty hot too," Beca commented with a raised eyebrow and her cocky little smirk, eyeing the blonde inside the DJ booth. The woman looked up then and smiled back, though Beca didn't realise it was too Luke, not her.

"Yeah, she's alright," Luke agrees, Beca looked to him, eyeing the tattooed Brit,

"You know her?"

"Yeah, she's my girlfriend. I'm sure I mentioned her before," he said with a shrug of his shoulders, taking a sip of his own beer,

"No. Dude, I get like five words out of you a day, and its usually 'stack this' or 'sort that'. You need to work on your people skills," Beca teased, finishing her beer,

"Says Miss moody and distant," Luke shot back, grining wide. Beca's smile dropped slightly and she turned back to look at the DJ booth, longing to go up there and play her own music, forget about acapella and live her dream. But she knew it wouldn't happen, she was stuck at Barden and currently quite friendless. Luke only took pitty on her because he liked one of her mixes.

"Hey, spring break, at the station, take the night shift. Play your own stuff. Whatever you want. The place is all yours, Becky," Luke regained her attention with his words, Beca stared at him, eyeing him to make sure he wasn't pulling her leg in some weird British humor,

"Thanks. You know my name's actually Beca,"

"What?"

"My name. It's Beca. Not Becky,"

"That's weird. Why didn't you say anything?" Luke asked, his face twisted into confusion. Beca sighed and flicked a hand through her hair,

"I did, like several times dude. Why'd you finally decide to play my music anyway?" the brunette pried, picking the label of the beer bottle that sat in her lap. Luke gave another shrug and sipped his beer once more. Beca realised then that she'd drank hers way too fast,

"I listened to it, and I thought it was solid. Plus, Jesse wouldn't stop bothering me about it. That kid is relentless," the Brit turned his eyes to the DJ again, giving her a little wave as she slipped off her headphones,

"Jesse," Beca muttered to herself, feeling like the biggest dick in the world. He'd still been trying to help her out after she'd shouted at him and now she'd really lost it with him.

"Alright, I'm gonna go hang. You can take care of yourself for a bit, yeah?" Luke asked as he stood, the DJ approaching him with a brilliant smile on her face. Luke didn't even look at Beca as he wandered off towards his girlfriend,

"Oh, uh, sure. I'm good," she muttered more to herself now, as she sat alone, underage, in a a dingy club. Beca didn't know how long she sat there, holding the empty beer bottle in hand, thinking about how much of a tool she was, but a voice finally drew her out of her little pitty party,

"Beca?" she raised her navy eyes to look at Chloe's concern etched face and gave a weak smile,

"Oh, Hi," she muttered, setting the beer bottle onto the small table that sat between the two sofas,

"What are you doing here? Your underage, how did you even get in?" Chloe questioned, her voice raising in pitch with each word. Beca sighed and flipped her hair back, dropping her eyes,

"came with Luke, who's macking on the DJ. Why do you care anyway? Your leash holder let you out?" Beca grumbled, staring at her feet. She heard Chloe drop onto the small table and felt her warm hand on her knee, gripping it slightly,

"How much have you had to drink? I'm going to kill Luke," the red head said quietly to her, leaning in to help Beca up. The brunette shook her off and stood on slightly shaky legs,

"I can get up on my own Chloe. Cos you know, I have a back bone," the shorter girl snapped. Chloe took a sharp inhale of breath and stood eye to eye with the freshmen,

"What exactly is that supposed to mean?" she muttered, her voice breaking slightly, her bright blue eyes staring to swim,

"You know exactly what I mean by it. Can't do anything without Posen saying so, can't even fucking stand up for your own girlfriend, bet you even had to get permission to come out here tonight," Beca wobbled slightly, then found her footing, "Ha, did she let you date me too? Or did you actually make that decision on your own?" Beca grumbled, moving away from the red head. Everything was slightly wobbly, like the floor was suddenly uneven. Chloe stared for a moment, then followed, grabbing Beca's elbow and wheeling her around,

"Beca your being an ass. You've had a drink and now you don't know what your saying," Chloe tried to reason, Beca refused to listen nor meet her eyes as they stood in the middle of the club,

"I know exactly what I'm saying. You can't argue with her 'cos you're scared, and you won't stand up for me 'cos you're a coward. Its like your more invested in what Aubrey wants then what you want. Like you're in love with her. Do you even have a back bone? Is this why your last girlfriend left you? Cos Aubrey was more prominent in your life then she was? Doesn't matter anyway, I'm fucking done with this place. With all of it." Beca said, and instantly she regretted it. Every last word. Chloe let go of her below, and stepped back, raising her hand to cover her opened mouth, "Wait, wait, Chloe I'm sor-" But the red head was gone, disappearing out if Beca's sight, leaving the little alt girl to realise she was a drunken idiot.