Stacie and Aubrey were the first to wake, for obvious reasons, and decided to go downstairs to get prepared for inevitable onslaught of hungover girls.
"I can't believe how bad they were last night, I mean, I'm no stranger to this lot getting into pretty bad states, but honestly, I've never seen it as bad as that," Stacie says, whilst she and Aubrey attempt to at least make a dent in the amount of cleaning the house needs.
"I know, look at the state of this place! It looks as though the entire campus has been in here, and there were only nine of them, how on earth did this happen?" the blonde replies.
"Well, taking a wild guess, I would say it definitely has something to do with Fat Amy and whatever she put in her punch bowl." The bowl in question was later found behind the TV, although nobody could quite recall the exact reason for it ending up there.
"I just can't believe that Beca and Chloe didn't keep control over all of this."
Stacie scoffs, "They were worse than all the rest! I have no idea what happened with those two, but sober Beca definitely would not be crying if she had a topless Chloe stood in front of her."
"No, she'd be stood there blushing and not knowing what to do with herself," Aubrey laughs.
"Oh well," Stacie begins, "at least we had a nice relaxing night after they all went to bed."
"That is very true, we should do it more often, I love these girls but things over here do tend to get a bit chaotic, if you ever need some peace and quiet or whatever, come over to mine. The same goes for if you need any help with your studies. I've been there, so let me know if I can help."
The brunette is a little lost for words at this, not used to people caring about her so much, but soon recovers,
"Thanks Bree, that means a lot, I'll bear it in mind," she says with a smile.
After that, the two sit in silence for a while, stealing glances when the other isn't looking, and just generally feeling comfortable in each other's company. Just as it looks as though Aubrey is about to break the silence, however, an extremely hungover redhead comes barrelling through the kitchen and straight to the sink for a drink of water.
Stacie just rolls her eyes and passes over the Advil, which is gratefully accepted. It's then that Aubrey screeches and the other two stood in the vicinity wince, one in pain and one in sympathy.
"Chloe Beale! What the hell have you done? What will I tell your mother?"
A look of confusion is painted all over Chloe's face, while Stacie stands there looking shocked after she realises what Aubrey is so worked up about.
"Okay Bree, please chill out, you're not gonna help the situation," she says to the blonde before turning to Chloe, "um, Chlo, you know after we put you to bed last night, you did stay there, right?"
"Well, I don't really remember much, can you specify where exactly you put me to bed?" the redhead replies, confusion now laced with uncertainty.
"When we left you, you were in Beca's bed. Beca was pretty upset for some reason, but you were there together, do you remember leaving her room?"
"Stacie, I barely remember anything, I did wake up in Beca's bed though, so that's good right? I vaguely remember something about wings, but that's honestly it, you're both really freaking me out now."
"You should be freaked out Chloe! You're an idiot!"
"Aubrey! Not helping!"
"Please tell me what's happening, I'm too hungover for this! I can barely walk and there's something on my back that's irritating me."
"Okay," Stacie begins, "you kinda have cling film on your back, and from what we can see that's showing from under your tank, there's black ink under there."
At this, Chloe's face drops,
"Please don't say you're saying what I think you're saying."
"Well, you'll probably have to take your top off for us to see the extent of the damage."
When her top is off, it is all Aubrey can do to stop herself from throwing up. When Chloe stayed in college, Aubrey promised Mama Beale that she'd look out for the redhead, and now she has a pair of wings covering the entirety of her back.
"Holy shit!" Stacie says.
"Guys, please say it's not too bad, I honestly don't remember anything from last night, I don't think I went out, but I don't know, oh god, what am I gonna do?"
"Chlo, you need to breathe for me, you too Aubrey, let's calm down, and I'll fetch Beca to see if she can shed some light on the situation."
Stacie leaves to go upstairs wondering how the hell none of the other girls are awake after the performance that just happened in the kitchen. She gently knocks on the door, receiving no answer – as expected – before walking in.
All she can do is laugh at the sight that greets her, mainly out relief, but also because of the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. Laid sprawled out on the bed is Beca, face and hands covered in black sharpie pen, and cling film all over the floor. Chloe must have been too hungover and oblivious to notice what the state of the DJ before she left the room. Happy with the fact that her questions are all answered, Stacie decides to leave the smaller brunette to sleep, not being in the mood to deal with a grumpy Beca on top of everything else this morning.
Beca groaned as she opened her eyes, only to be met with the harsh light coming from the window which was doing nothing to help the pounding in her head. She needed water and a day of doing absolutely nothing in order to recover from whatever the hell happened last night. She can't quite remember anything that occurred after she'd eventually managed to control herself, get downstairs and down a cup of whatever Fat Amy had given her. The mistake had been letting the Australian anywhere near anything that she drank, as she should know well enough by now. There had, however, been a certain redhead that had clearly messed with Beca's head in such a way that she completely forgot to be cautious with drinks that came courtesy of the blonde.
Begrudgingly, she rolls out of bed and stumbles downstairs in the search of water and any sign of life in the house, not worrying too much about whatever it is that's all over her hands, her need to get rid of her hangover being the current priority. As she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she hears laughter coming from the living room. It wasn't that much of a surprise that the other girls were up before her, even though they surely must be in the same situation as her. Grabbing some water and the painkillers - which thankfully had been placed next to the sink - she wanders towards room full of girls, curious to see why they were laughing when they should be curled up watching one of their stupid sappy rom-coms or something.
Upon entering the living room, Beca's confusion increases tenfold when the girls start laughing directly at her. All of them. Including Aubrey. Wait, why the hell is Aubrey here? She looks around, hoping for some sort of clarification from anyone, when her eyes land upon her co-captain, giving her a pleading look, silently asking for an explanation. The only sign that the redhead had noted her silent plea, was a sigh before she stood up, turned around so that she had her back to the DJ and-
"Chloe! Why the hell are you taking your top off?" Beca shouts, wincing at the pain which shoots through her head as a result, whilst trying to shield her eyes, despite wanting to stare at the toned body being revealed.
"Beca, shut up and look at my back!" Chloe shouts back exasperatedly, wondering how the brunette still manages to get flustered over the sight of her taking her top off.
After peeking through her fingers, Beca's hand and jaw both drop simultaneously as she splutters incoherent words at the art that definitely wasn't there the last time she checked, which, if she remembers correctly, was yesterday morning.
"Chloe, what the fuck have you done?" she asks, shock still plastered all over her face, "I mean, I love tattoos, so I'm not one to judge, but you could at least warn a girl before her favourite masterpiece gets taken over by a masterpiece."
At this, the girls all gasp, staring at Beca in disbelief whilst the brunette blushes, only just realising what she said, and unable to dig herself out of the hole, since Chloe had apparently forgotten about her lack of clothing, and had turned around to look at her along with the others. It seems that everyone is completely shocked, not by the fact that Beca clearly worships the redheads body - because that much was clear - but by the fact that the DJ had openly expressed that fact in front of a group of people. That was the shocker.
"Okay, Chloe, put your shirt back on before somebody has an aneurysm," Stacie says deciding that Beca needs some reprieve, but also sending a pointed look in Cynthia Rose's direction, "Beca, chill, clearly you're as oblivious to what happened last night as ginger over here was this morning. Likewise, you evidently haven't looked in a mirror."
"Why? What the hell happened? Please tell me I didn't get a tattoo on my face or something. Is that why my head hurts so much? Oh my God, what do I tell my Dad? What did I-" a slap to the face from Aubrey is what puts the brunette's rambling to an end.
"You really need to calm down and go look in the fucking mirror, Mitchell," the blonde asserts with the authoritative tone which the Bellas became accustomed to in their first year as part of the group.
The expression on Beca's face as she looks in the mirror is comical to say the least, and the girls can't help but laugh at their leader as she takes in the sharpie smudged all over her face. It's like something out of a cartoon as she looks between the mirror, Chloe, and the rest of the Bellas over and over whilst looking something akin to a fish out of water with her mouth opening and closing, not quite able to get the words out as she finally puts the pieces of the puzzle together and realises what's happened.
"Oh, very funny guys. You're all hilarious," she deadpans, whilst walking over to flop down on the beanbag in the corner of the room.
"We're sorry Becs, but can you imagine how we felt when we discovered it this morning? We freaked out big time," Chloe apologises.
"Yeah, it was only because of the state of your room when I walked in that we realised that it wasn't real. You should be thankful that we cleaned it up for you," Stacie adds, still barely able to hold back her laughter at the entire situation.
"Well, at least something good came out of all this," Fat Amy begins, earning her questioning looks from the rest of the girls, "Shawshank has a secret talent for art, if all else fails with music, at least you've got a back-up, midget."
"Well thanks for the vote of confidence Amy, but my plans kinda depends on the music thing working out," Beca replies exasperatedly, although she's pretty proud of the art that her drunken self has created.
After the debacle that had now been fondly named 'wing-gate' the girls had commenced their usual hungover activity of film watching. Beca was currently asleep because of this. The rest of the girls were sharing looks which had everything to do with the cuteness overload coming from their favourite non-couple. With Chloe totally engrossed in the film, hand playing with Beca's hair, whilst the brunette snores softly curled up against her, the Bellas have a field day taking pictures to use against them in the future.
"They're so adorable," Stacie whispers to Aubrey, who had yet to complain about the tall brunette resting her head on the blonde's shoulder, "we need to tell the Bellas our plan as soon as possible, because there's no way that I'm gonna let these morons steal our thunder now and get together without our help."
"Don't worry, we'll do it soon," Aubrey replies with a giggle at how invested Stacie is in all of this, "if we don't manage it tonight, then we'll definitely organise a meeting tomorrow."
"Okay, do you want to stay here again tonight? You can borrow some PJ's if you like?" Stacie asks hopefully.
"Yeah, if you don't mind, it'll be a lot easier to get all the girls together if I stay here," the blonde replies, knowing that it was a poor excuse.
The pair continue their conversation, completely oblivious to the fact that cameras are now pointing their way as well as towards the subjects of their plan. This is definitely the best hangover that any of the girls have had, and if hangover days always end like this? Well, Amy had better get to making some more drinks.
A/N: I know it's been a while again, I'm back at uni now, so I have a lot less time to write. Fun fact: I should be doing research for an assignment right now. I should be a professional procrastinator. Anyway, let me know what you think, either on here or Tumblr, come shout at me to write or send prompts or whatever. Hope you're all having a good day/night! :)