8:00 pm sharp, Beca heard a knock on her door.
She checked how she looked in the mirror before she went to unlock the door; her dark skinny jeans flattered her, the black T-shirt she was sporting did the same, her hair looked exactly how she wanted, the time she spent straightening didn't go to waste, and her makeup was on point.
"You could have just texted me that you're here and stayed in your car," she noted, eyeing Jesse.
He was dressed in a white dress shirt and a pair of washed out jeans and was holding her blue sweatshirt in hand.
"Wow, you look even prettier when you're not drunk, hung-over or sleep deprived," he complimented.
She blushed and looked away from his gaze. "Thanks, you're not bad yourself."
"You're good to go?"
"Yes, Mr. Punctuality. Just need to get my bag. Come on in." She locked the door after he got inside the apartment.
"Here," he said as he held the sweatshirt towards her.
"Keep it. I know you sleep it in every night, thinking about me." She winked at him.
The look on his face made her burst into laughter.
"You totally sleep in my sweatshirt! Now I seriously don't need it back."
"Don't we have a bag to get?" Jesse grumbled in an attempt to change the subject.
Beca pushed him playfully on his chest.
"Aren't girls supposed to the ones wearing guys' clothes? Isn't that a girls' thing?" She wasn't going to let it go anytime soon.
"I like your sweatshirt. It's comfortable and smells like you. You smell nice." He then proceeded to wear it over his dress shirt, living it unzipped.
"Keep it. Looks better on you." She walked to her bedroom to get her bag before they left, stopping in front of Stacie's bedroom.
"Hey Stace, I'm heading out. Please, when you bring a guy later close your bedroom's fucking door!" Beca shouted.
"Gotcha!" Stacie answered as she walked out of her room, dressed in a slutty Catholic school uniform.
"Oh, hey there, Jesse," she greeted, spotting the man standing in the living area of the apartment.
"Hi, how is it going?" He slipped his hand into his pocket while smiling warmly at Stacie unfazed by her choice of clothing.
"Not so good. I just lost a bet to Fat Amy." She sighed. "We had a bet whether this chicken would grow a pair and call you, her almost one-night stand," she elaborated.
"Almost one-night stand?" Jesse grinned, clocking Beca's discomfort.
"Yeah, my friends didn't believe me it when I told them I just asked you to drive me home. They are convinced that I took you home with the intention of sleeping with you," Beca told him she wore her bag and headed to the front door.
"Nope. She stormed off to her room without acknowledging me. Not even a thank you," Jesse recalled before he followed Beca out of the apartment.
"C'mon, tell me why are so secretive?" Jesse asked as he unbuckled his seat-belt and arched an eyebrow when she smirked.
"I want to see your face when we get in there." She killed the engine and opened the door.
"This is going to be fun," he hoped.
She let out a small chuckle. "You bet."
"What have I walked into?" Jesse puzzled.
"Something made that stupid grin of yours go away finally!"
"Flat butt!" Fat Amy, in a cheerleader outfit, greeted as she smacked Beca's butt playfully then turned to Jesse. "Stacie owes me 50 bucks."
Beca couldn't keep the smirk off her face as she took a picture of the very confused Jesse.
"Could please explain why is everyone dressed like they're back to school?" Jesse asked when Fat Amy got called to teach someone the mermaid dance, motioning with his hand to a guy who was wearing a high-school football jersey.
"Four years ago Chloe got shitfaced so hard, she spent like an hour thinking about coming up with the perfect party theme for her goldfish's birthday a goldfish that she had when she was 7 years old."
She reached and grabbed a beer from Lily who was passing by.
Taking a swing, she continued, "Anyway, the theme was school and from then on Chloe decided to throw a party each year in the memory of her goldfish Rupert. So bless the soul of Rupert for the excuse to party."
"Your friend is weird," he noted.
"Tell me about it," Beca deadpanned.
"Beca!" Chloe squealed coming up to Beca from behind hugging her tightly.
"Chloe, release."
"No." the redhead shook her head.
"Yeah, don't suffocate my date," Jesse told her.
Chloe loosened her grip and turned to Jesse. Resting her chin on Beca's shoulder, she said, "You're cute."
Jesse's grin returned as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Thanks."
"First the sweatshirt thing now blushing at a compliment? What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?"
"Beca, stop trying to scare him off," Chloe called out.
"So, Jesse," Chloe said, smirking.
Beca removes herself from Chloe. "I'm gonna go get something stronger than beer. I need something stronger than beer. Whatever she says about me is not true." Beca pointed her finger at Chloe as she held Jesse's gaze.
"Jesse, what are you supposed to be tonight?" Chloe questioned.
"Your friend over there didn't tell me what kind of party we're going to. She wanted to see the look on my face when we got here or something." Jesse pointed out, looking at Beca who was tiptoeing to grab the bottle Amy was holding up.
Chloe narrowed her eyes then took off the glasses she was wearing. "Here, wear these." She handed them to Jesse then continued, "You can be a nerd."
Jesse gave Chloe a cheeky smile once he wore them. "What are you supposed to be?" he wondered.
"I'm a teacher."
Cheers cut off their conversation, they both looked at the source, the kitchen's counter.
Chloe squealed and ran to them chanting, "Shot, shot…"
Jesse followed in tow.
Once close enough, he got a better visual of the scene. Beca, Fat Amy, Stacie and an Indian guy were drowning shots of tequila, under the cheer of everyone.
Beca smirked when she made eye contact with Jesse as she drank what seemed to be her sixth shot according to the blond girl who was writing down the shots they've drunk on a blackboard.
Donald was ahead with 8 shots followed by Beca by 7 then Amy and Stacie at 5 shots each.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hands, Beca picked 2 shots and drowned them back to back.
"Feel the fat power!" fat Amy shouted as she did exactly the same as Beca before the two did a chest bump.
Stacie ran off to the restroom with her hand against her mouth, getting sick.
Fat Amy got distracted by who seemed to be her boyfriend whom she disappeared with.
Leaving Donald and Beca who were equally competitive.
"How long do you think they can go on?" Jesse wondered.
"Not too long. One of them is bound to get sick, my money is on Beca." Cynthia Rose told him.
"They are gonna end up at a hospital if they don't stop soon," Jesse mumbled in concern.
"They'll be fine, especially Mitchell. You should have seen her in college. That girl is a beast!" Cynthia Rose said in amusement, shaking her head and smiling at a memory.
"Still, I think they both need to slow down with the drinking."
They were treating tequila like water.
Jesse made his way to Beca and tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey, Becs I think-" and before he could finish, she jumps off of her seat and ran to the bathroom. "-you should slow down," he finished, murmuring to himself as he paced after her.
He held her hair back and started rubbing her back until she was done puking.
"You okay there, Becs," he worried when she got up to wash her face and closed her eyes.
"Yeah, I'm good." She wiped her nose, closing the faucet. "Let's go get you hammered. I wasn't kidding about getting you drunk."
"Under one condition, you slow down, you drank too much already."
The frown he had on his face made her crack a smile.
"Don't worry about me. I have an exceptional tolerance for alcohol," Beca hiccupped.
"Really now?" he was quite skeptical.
"Yeah." She nodded. "I'm Irish."
"Hi, Irish. I'm Jesse."
Beca grimaced. "Dude, save that joke for when you become a dad. Now c'mon, nerd."
"Rihanna or Beyoncé."
"No, I can't answer that," Jesse answered through a slur of words while shaking his head.
"C'mon, Jesse. It's your damn version of 20 question," Beca whined.
"Rihyoncé," he replied.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. My turn. Starwars or Startrek?"
"Neither." She shrugged.
"What?" Jesse exclaimed, spitting his drink in horror.
Beca smirked and quietly sipped her beer.
"How is it possible not to like one of these two?"
"It's not just them. Let's just say that I prefer visiting a gynecologist over watching movies."
"Movies are the best thing humans invented," he told her.
"Weird. I don't remember movies curing cancer." She faked puzzlement.
"You know what I mean." He rolled his eyes.
"No I don't, not really. Movies are too predictable. Staying awake during a movie is like staying awake during a math class. They feed minds with garbage. Pure Garbage."
"You really don't like movies." He frowned.
"It's just that movies portrait shit that can't happen in real life and that's wrong. The guy doesn't always get the girl. The dysfunctional family doesn't get a happy ending. And, don't get me started on the lovey-dovey shit."
"Movies are an escape from reality. And, you probably hate the lovey-dovey shit 'cause you've never been in love."
"News flash: Romantic love is also something Hollywood made up to make money. People are convinced that there's someone out there waiting for them. It's sad."
"So you're telling me that people who are in love are delusional?"
Beca nodded.
After blowing a breath, Jesse continued, "We need to fix this. You need a movie education. You need a moviecation and I'm gonna give it to you. As for the love part, I'll figure something out." Jesse turned thoughtful.
"You know what I need? I need another drink." She got up to get herself another beer.
As she sat down she said, "My turn. Movies or sex"
"Fuck you, Beca." He narrowed his eyes at her.
"You wish, nerd," Beca replied, winking.
Jesse took his time to think. "Ugh. Sex."
"Good. You got me worried there for a second."
"God, I love this song," Jesse said as What is Love started playing.
"Of course, you do," Beca mumbled, rolling her eyes.
Jesse tapped his foot at the first, then started to sing along.
Getting up to dance, he dragged Beca with him, doing the dorkiest dance moves.
A less drunk Chloe grabbed her phone and started filming them to use later for blackmail.
"What is love?" Jesse sang.
"Baby, don't hurt me, don't hurt me. No more," Beca sang back.
They went on, with the so not graceful dancing and off-key singing until the song came to an end.
Throwing an arm around Beca's shoulder, Jesse said, "I have a question."
"Shoot."
"Why do you call your friend Fat Amy, Fat Amy?" he questioned.
"So that twig bitches don't call her that behind her back," Beca casually answered before she looked around them. "Her name isn't even Amy," she informed. "Her real name is Fat Patricia. Don't tell her I told you."
He pressed her against him. "My lips are sealed." He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear.
"What are you turd burgers talking about?" Fat Amy asked joining them.
"He was telling me how happy he is that I'm gonna rock his world later for making me breakfast, twice." Beca joked.
"That's my girl." Fat Amy said, high-fiving Beca.
"Wait a minute. Twice? I thought you said you met him once?" Chloe asked, overhearing Beca.
"Well, that would be on me," Jesse said rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. "I showed up at her doorstep drunk at 2 in the morning today," he confessed.
"And you let him in?" Chloe questioned wide-eyed, it was more of a statement than a question.
"Um, yeah," Beca replied.
"Beca was kind enough to sober me up and let me stay the night. So I made her breakfast as an apology."
"That is so unlike Beca," Chloe stated sipping her Martini
"I know. Beca and kind in the same sentence." Fat Amy remarked in awe.
"Hey! You two make me seem like a heartless bitch."
"That's because you are. But don't worry. We love you just the way you are." Chloe said, singing the last sentence.
"So, Chloe is a teacher. Amy is a cheerleader. I'm a nerd. What are you supposed to be Beca? Goth?" Jesse asked, changing the subject
"Oh I didn't dress up, I dress like this on a daily basis." Jesse released her from his grip to take a look at her through his blurry vision.
"I like your T-shirt," he noted, looking down her cleavage through her V-neck T-shirt.
"I like your sweatshirt," she smirked.
"You're not going to let it go, are you?" Jesse groaned.
"Nope. Unless you teach how to make the 'cure'."
"Nuh-uh. Blackmailing me won't work."
"I'm bored." Chloe sighed. "Let's play something. Oh, let's play truth or dare!" she suggested, jumping.
"What are we twelve?" Beca made a face.
"You could pass for one, Beca, if you take off the scary ear spike and all of your dark makeup," Jesse told Beca and was met with a death glare.
"Come on, Becs, for Rupert." Chloe pouted.
"Fine," Beca caved.
"Hey, guys, we're playing truth or dare, who wants to join us?" Chloe shouted.
"So who is the first victim?" Donald asked as they sat in a circle on the floor.
Everyone turned thoughtful. "Who was born in October?" Chloe questioned. "Raise your hand if you were."
Aubrey and Jesse raised their hands.
"When is your birthday?" Beca asked.
"The 12th," Jesse answered.
"Aubrey's birthday is on the 24th so Jesse is the first then we'll go clockwise," Chloe said making eye contact with everyone in the circle to make sure they were on board.
She was met with a chorus of 'got it', 'okay' and nodding.
"So, Jesse. Truth or dare?" Chloe asked.
"Dare," Jesse answered happily.
"I dare you to go to my first-floor neighbors and ask them if they've seen your chicken."
Jesse nodded and got up.
They went on playing, Fat Amy got dared to go running on the street screaming, "I lost my voice, help me find it."
Stacie got asked if she was ever treble-boned. Her answer was, "I like my vocal chords just fine, I would never risk it."
Apart from the former Bellas, no one got the question nor the answer. "The look on your face is just priceless" Beca commented, laughing at the confusion on Jesse's face.
Chloe got dared to prank call her business partner and confess her undying love for him.
Donald was dared to order pizza for Chloe's next door neighbors.
"So, Shawshank." Fat Amy clapped her hands together. "Truth or dare?"
"The look in your eyes is scary Ams, therefore, I'm gonna go with truth, safer."
"Chicken."
Beca shrugged at Chloe's comment.
"How long has it been since you last got laid?" Fat Amy wanted to know.
"Asshole." Beca snorted after finishing her beer. "Three months," she answered truthfully, hoping that the amount of alcohol everyone has consumed would make them forget what she had just admitted.
"Do you have some medical condition?" Stacie worried.
"It's one question at a time Stace," Beca deadpanned.
"You didn't catch an STD from that Bryan guy? Did you?" Aubrey questioned.
"What? No. I'm fine." Beca answered in horror.
"Beca, you can tell us." Chloe placed a hand on her friend's thigh.
"I said I'm fine Chlo," Beca told her, feeling the redhead squeeze her thigh.
"Three months. Huh. That explains the grumpiness," Fat Amy stated and was met with nodding from Chloe, Stacie and Aubrey.
"Can we please drop it?" Beca wondered.
AN: Thank you for reading.
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