Light filtered through Beca's eyes as she slowly regained consciousness. Her head felt groggy, too groggy for a hangover. She looked around and realized that she was not in her room, instead she was surrounded by strange equipment and the walls were bleach white.

Oh no. It finally happened...she'd been abducted by aliens!

She tried to sit up but the rest of her body felt just as foggy as her head. After a few minutes of struggling she gave up, the aliens had implemented a clever device to keep her trapped on the bed. Some fluffy sheet that weighed a ton was holding her down.

Trapped as she was, Beca took a better look around the room and her heart sank. "Amy! They got you too!?" Her best friend was sitting in the corner, dead to the world as she snored loud enough to shake the walls. "Amy!"

Amy mumbled in her sleep but refused to wake up, leaving Beca to try and figure out how to escape by herself. She tried once again to remove the infernal sheet that was draped across her body. This time she actually made progress, shoving the fabric off her legs and swinging them over the edge of the bed. But just as she was about to stand up, pain shot through her abdomen. An annoying beeping noise started going off from one of the machines attached to her, probably signalling the aliens that she was trying to escape.

The door to the room opened and Beca immediately raised her hands to defend herself. "You'll never take me alive!"

"What?" A stunningly beautiful woman with red hair stopped and stared at Beca's proclamation. Beca felt the fight leave her body and the whole world started to get fuzzy. She flopped back on the bed, which gave the redhead a chance to get close.

"Please Miss Mitchell," The pretty girl gently pushed on Beca's shoulder so she was laying back on the bed. "You need to rest. You're still recovering from surgery."

"Bull shit." Beca started to struggle but there was no way she was getting anywhere, not when she had trouble with a sheet. "You're trying to probe me aren't you?"

The redhead tried to hold back a laugh. "I promise I'm not trying to probe you. Now, I need you to try and remember why you're here."

Beca racked her brain but nothing came to mind. "You didn't abduct me?"

"No," The woman smiled but that didn't help convince Beca. She could only think about how no human could look that pretty. "You're in the hospital for an emergency appendectomy."

Beca stopped resisting and laid down. "You took my appendix?"

"The surgeon did, I'm just your nurse." She gave Beca another smile. "My name's Chloe."

"Oh," Beca stared into Chloe's eyes. "Okay."

Amy chose that moment to wake up, startling the other two as she did. "It's not my croc!" It took a second for her to notice the other people in the room. "Shawshank! Great your'e awake."

"Amy did you let this pretty lady steal my appendix?" Beca asked.

Chloe tried to hide her smile again while Amy went wide eyed. "Excuse me? If it wasn't for me you would still be passed out in your kitchen. Where's the gratitude?"

"It's not her fault," Chloe checked a bag hanging from the I.V. stand. "She's still got a bit of pain medication to work through. She should be feeling better by tomorrow."

"Is that why everything feels floaty?" Beca was starting to lose it a bit. "I thought it was because you're just that beautiful."

Amy snickered and took out her phone. "This is definitely going on YouTube."

"No Miss Mitchell," Chloe chuckled to herself. "But I promise you'll feel better in the morning."

"Okay pretty lady." Beca settled back onto her pillow. "If you say so."

"I do. Now just stay there and I'll be right back." Chloe left the room while Amy continued to laugh at Beca's condition.

"You have to ask her out." Amy kept her phone up, recording the entire conversation. "We'll get so many views."

"Amy, she's the girl that stole my appendix." Beca said, completely serious. "I can't ask her out on a date. That'd be weird."

"Come on shortstack. I dare you."

The next day Beca walked out of the hospital, thoroughly embarrassed by the video Amy couldn't stop replaying. "Can you please stop?"

Amy was too busy wheezing to respond, just getting into the driver seat of her car while Beca walked around to the other side. As she was getting into the car something fell out of her jacket pocket. She bent over, still a little sore from the surgery, and picked up a piece of paper. On it was a phone number with a signature that just said 'the pretty lady'.

"Hey Amy," She showed the slip to her friend. "What's this?"

Amy took one look at the paper and just laughed harder.

A/B: Less of a drunk dare and more of a high as a kite dare but I find these kinds of stories funny.