I've fallen down the rabbit hole of this ship. No regrets, though. I'm going to try a new thing where the chapters will be shorter, but I'll update everyday. Don't know how successful I'll be, but you never know until you try. With that, enjoy guys.

The bass reverberated through her chest and Beca smiled as the Bellas all moved around her. She felt high off of winning. She hadn't felt this way, not truly, since they won nationals in her freshman year. Standing off stage watching DSM perform she had thought they were sunk for sure, but they had done it. Emily smiled back at her, dancing with Benji in a way that was just shy of sickeningly cute. She was glad that it had worked out for the both of them.

Beca looked around for Jesse, but couldn't find him. She sighed just a little bit, but didn't let it get to her. He was probably just off getting drinks. It would be fine. It didn't matter that he hadn't been there a lot lately, at least in person. He was still there for the late night phone calls and text sessions, but physically present, no. She understood that they had graduated and they both had to set up what was next in their lives, but she thought that that would mean they'd be together more planning.

She shook herself. This wasn't the time for that. She was in Copenhagen surrounded by people from across the globe all dancing and having fun together. Tonight was for fun. She could deal with real life when they got back to the states. For now she would dance and half fun with her girls and all the acapella nerds around her.

A few songs passed and she felt her buzz waning. There was no way she could keep dancing like this around this many people if she wasn't at least a little bit past tipsy. So much for the idea that Jesse was off getting drinks. Whatever. She was fully capable of getting her own drink. She tapped Chloe on the shoulder and motioned to the bar.

"I'm going to get a drink, you want anything?" She practically screamed over the music.

Chloe nodded and Beca gave her a thumbs up before turning around and ducking through the crowd. The music wasn't as loud by the bar. Her ear drums gave a little sigh of relief. She loved how the music reverberated in her chest, but her ears didn't quite appreciate it sometimes. She ought to start bringing ear plugs to these things. Ears were rather crucial to music producers.

A bar tender walked up to her. "What can I get you?"

"A Cosmo and a long island iced tea." That'll keep her nice and buzzed for a good long while. When the buzz wore off from that it would probably be time to go home. Beca smiled and thought of the nice quiet hotel room that awaited her at the end of the night.

The bartender set the two drinks in front of her and Beca thanked whatever deity there was up there that the planners of worlds had thought open bars were a good idea. She didn't feel like dropping twenty bucks on cocktails. She nodded her thanks and picked up the glasses, turning only to almost run smack dab into another person.

Her head tilted back until she found a smug smile and a pair of beautiful slate blue eyes. The Kommissar, of course, Beca couldn't seem to not run into the woman wherever she went. She swallowed and resisted chugging down half of the iced tea in her hand. And really, what was her name? Kommissar was a fucking title for gods sake. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask, but Kommissar cut her off.

"Well, well, little mouse, you have proved that you are very feisty indeed. Congratulations." She reached out and lifted the Cosmo from Beca's hand. "These drinks are not my favorite, but it will do."

"It wasn't meant for you. It was meant for Chloe," Beca managed to splutter out and thank god she hadn't complimented the other woman when she meant to insult her for once.

Kommissar just cocked an eyebrow. "Are you sure, little mouse? I do not see this Chloe anywhere."

"That's because your awesomely toned body makes a better door than a window!" Beca could have slapped herself. This time she didn't resist the urge to raise her glass to her lips and take a healthy drink. Maybe this would be less painful if she was drunker.

Kommisar turned around and watched all the Bellas dancing in the middle of the floor for a second before turning back and stepping towards Beca. "I see. There is nothing stopping you from getting another drink for your friend then, is there?" She sipped her drink and Beca couldn't for the life of her pull her eyes away from painted red lips caressing the edge of the glass and watching liquid disappearing into a rather perfect mouth.

She gulped down some more alcohol. This wasn't where she needed to be right now. She'd tortured herself all year over this girl and she was almost home free from having to deal with her anymore. It wasn't fair that after almost twenty-two years the German woman was getting her to question everything she knew about herself. She wasn't gay, she had a loving boyfriend, thank you very much. And besides, if she was going to switch teams it would be for Chloe. Especially after that experimenting comment back in the tent. It wouldn't be this ascetically perfect, intimidating, witty, smug, intelligent person in front of her.

Kommissar lowered her glass and looked at Beca for a long moment before letting her eyes slip down Beca's form slowly, taking everything in, missing nothing. Her body shivered without her permission. That was not the reaction she needed right now. She forced herself to turn around and ignore the eyes boring into her back, though where she felt the heat of Kommissar's stare was more like her ass. But she wasn't going to think about that. At all. Ever.

She flagged down the bartender again and ordered another Cosmo. If she thought ignoring the other woman would get her to leave, she was wrong. Kommissar was still there as the bartender placed the new drink in front of her and she turned. She would need to either nudge her aside or shove one of the dudes beside her out of the way and run screaming like a banshee, but that seemed like losing. She just stared down the German with a cocked eyebrow and a cocked hip.

Kommissar chuckled, a deep sound that reminded Beca of the way bass echoed through her, she could close enough to feel the vibrations. She swallowed hard as her heart started to speed up. Kommissar reached forward and touched the tip of Beca's nose with the pad of her finger. It was chilled from the Cosmo she was holding and Beca's breath hitched just slightly at the contact, feeling the warmth flow through her. No, it was just the alcohol starting to kick in, that was all.

"Little mouse, you are very feisty, but I believe you might overestimate just how fierce you really are. You are feisty in a cute way, not a scary one." And yet she still moved aside and gestured for Beca to make her way back to her friends. "Thank you for the drink, perhaps we can dance together later?"

Beca shot off, not daring to give an answer to the question. She could practically feel Kommissar's smug smile following her back to the group of Bella's. She didn't understand how one woman could get under her skin so damn easily, but Jesus all she needed to do was get through the night and it would be fine.

Chloe came up and grabbed her drink from Beca's hand. She looked worriedly over Beca's shoulder. "What was that all about? Was she being an ass to you?"

Beca shook her head. "Actually she congratulated us on winning. Other than that it was nothing really." She took another gulp of her drink and noticed that she was almost out already, but there was no way she was going back to the bar now. She was just going to have to stick to the plan that when this drink started to wear off she would go back to the hotel, which really didn't bother. More excuses were great.

Chloe nodded slowly shifting her eyes back to Beca. "Ok, if you say so, but if she is."

Beca reached out and clumsily patted Chloe on the upper arm. "I would tell you. I know you guys have my back."

Chloe sent her a huge smile as the next song started. She gasped and stood up straighter. "Oh, I love this song, come on." She pulled Beca into the middle of the Bellas and they started to dance again.