AN- Hey guys! I haven't forgotten about Her Words! Far from it, I actually took the notebook I'm writing that story in on a trip to visit my sister in Nashville last week so I could finish up the next chapter and accidentally left it behind! This one shot is an idea that came to me when I read about the Castin bachelor/bachelorette party. I figured I'd do it now to atone for not updating the other sooner. She's supposedly mailing it out to me this week so as soon as it comes I'll put up the next bit for that.

In the mean time I hope you enjoy this! I had fun writing it!

A combination of pulsing music and voices bounced from wall to wall, filling the building with life. The colorful lights flew around the room, dancing along to the rhythms played just as the bodies of the patrons did. One particular group of club goers were crowded in the corner; squeezing more than what could comfortably fit at the table and letting out a loud series of whoops and cheers as the group watched the redhead throw back a shot.

Chloe coughed as she set the glass on the table and drummed her hands on either side of it.

"Yes!" she stretched the word out loudly as she repeatedly hit the table.

Her eyes moved over all her friends sharing the night with her before they landed on the girl squeezed in next to her. Her best friend. Aubrey gave her a bright smile she reached over and adjusted the sash that had slipped slightly off of Chloe's shoulder. The bright pink word 'Bride' written across it.

Chloe scrunched up her nose at her friend playfully and the blonde repeated the gesture back at her.

"You look happy, Chlo," Aubrey's voice was a bit louder than normal to be heard over the music.

"That's 'cause I am," was her friend's immediate response as she's grabbed her water for a sip; making a point to have fun on her big night, but still keep a clear head.

"No I mean," Aubrey started, pausing a moment to really look at her best friend. The bright spark in her eyes. The slight flush of her cheeks from dancing. The shining smile. The way her right hand kept absently reaching over to her left to touch the ring on her left, "For serious, Chloe, I've never seen you look this happy. It's…beautiful."

Chloe bit her lip, though it did nothing to keep her smile from stretching even wider on her face.

"I've never been this happy, Bree," she answered honestly, leaning in so she wouldn't have to fight the music to be heard, "It's like, I don't know, I was happy before, don't get me wrong, but now…it's like, it's like someone painted the whole world just for me. Like the colors are brighter, the music is clearer. It's everything, Aubrey. Like, 100% undiluted happiness."

She paused for a second, reaching over and grabbing Aubrey's hands with both of hers, still as touchy-feely as she'd always been.

"I mean, yeah, I'm a nervous too, whenever I look at this," she lifted her left hand, showing the ring, it was on the modest side compared to other rings girl's would probably dream about for their engagement ring, but to Chloe it was perfect, "I'll look at it and get so nervous about everything it means, but it's like good nerves, you know? Like I think about it and my heart speeds up and slows down at the same time. Does that make any sense?"

Aubrey grinned.

"Not at all," she commented with a wink, "But that's love."

The redhead laughed for a moment before looking at the other girl seriously for a moment, her eyes dancing with excitement.

"Aubrey," she began quietly, "I'm getting married tomorrow."

Aubrey squeezed her hand tightly, feeling Chloe's excitement along with her. Tomorrow evening she'd be watching her very best friend have the biggest day of her life, "You bet your ass you are."

Chloe bounced with excited energy and then repeated herself, shouting out loudly, "I'm getting married tomorrow!"

The group at their table let out a loud cheer that was made louder by the other people in the club who heard and clapped for her announcement. Aubrey's phone buzzed and she smiled at the picture of Jesse that popped up.

"Look at that," Aubrey commented; showing Chloe the screen, "they're probably on their way."

Aubrey thought it was cute, if a little unusual, that the plan was to have both parties separately and then join up halfway through the night. But really, cute but unusual were the perfect words she could use to describe the celebrated couple's relationship…if you didn't know them personally.

"Hey," she answered her phone, one finger pressing against her ear, "Are you guys on your way?"

The smile fell from her face, her eyes flying over to Chloe briefly.

"I'm going to step outside for a second so I can hear, ok? Be right back."

Chloe nodded before going back to what Amy had been saying. Aubrey forced a smile and then hurried outside. Once out there, she put the phone back to her ear.

"What did you say?" she asked her boyfriend sharply, praying she'd heard him wrong in the club.

"I said…" he paused, "I can't find Beca."

"You can't find her?" she asked with disbelief, "I know she's short, but what the hell Jesse? How can you not find her? Where is she?"

"Sweetie, sweetie, look, you can yell at me later, ok? All you want, I won't even try to interrupt you, I promise, but right now I need help," he explained, "No one knows where she is or noticed when she disappeared. Do you have any idea where she might go?"

"Are you kidding?" she replied, "I don't know how that girl's mind works when she's sober, how the hell would I know where she'd go after drinking you with you all night? The only place she'd want to be, probably, would be where Chloe is but we didn't tell them either of them where the other was going to be so they couldn't try to sneak off to each other before it was time! Chloe's the only person who's ever known how that girl thinks."

"I know!" he groaned; after a moment, "So…?"

"God I can't tell Chloe, this will freak her out!"

"Then what do we do? You want me to get everyone to go up and down the streets shouting her name?

Aubrey put her hand to her forehead, "You really have no idea where she went?"

"I don't know. I don't know when she wandered off or how much of a head start she had or even what direction she went or –"

"Ok, Ok," the former Bella captain stopped him, "I'll tell her. Just stay there and call me if anything changes; hopefully it will in the next 10 seconds."

The call ended and the blonde took a deep breath, putting a hand to her stomach as she could already feel the nerves making it churn. After a moment to control herself, she went inside and saw Chloe with Stacie on the dance floor. She anxiously approached, hearing Chloe let out a deep laugh as Stacie spun her around. The redhead stopped when she saw Aubrey before her.

"Hey Bree, are they on their way?"

"Not exactly."

"You lost my fiancé?"

Jesse flinched back from the usually perky redhead at her harsh words.

Knowing he wouldn't find any help from his girlfriend, he looked to Benji who appeared just as nervous as Jesse felt under the two pairs of eyes in front of them, and Cynthia Rose was already trying to slip away from view of her former acapella leaders.

"Kind of," he confessed with a wince.

"What happened?" Chloe demanded to know

"I don't know. We were sitting and talking and drinking a little…" he saw the way Chloe crossed her arms, "ok, a lot. I went to the bathroom, I came out and talked with Luke for a while. By the time I came back again, she was gone."

Chloe looked to the others standing with Jesse from the party.

"And no one noticed her leave? No one saw her?" she asked, "This is supposed to be her party, and none of you were paying any attention to what she was doing?"

They all shared identical sheepish looks at her words. They mumbled their excuses, all knowing how pathetic they sounded in the face of what was happening.

Chloe shook her head at them and then went over to the bartender, aware of the others following behind her.

"Excuse me?" she called his attention while pulling out her phone. She held up the screen with a photo of Beca, "This girl was here earlier. Do you know where she went?"

The guy sighed loudly.

"Like I already told your buddy back there, No," he stated, "No, I didn't see where she went. Because, like I also already told him, I had just come out from the back to cover for Alex's break when he asked."

"Ok, Sorry," she stepped a bit back from the counter, "What about Alex, can I talk to him? Where is he?"

"She is on break," he told her, "If you want to risk interrupting it, she should be out the back."

Chloe thanked him and hurried towards the back door. Right before she got there, the bride-to-be stopped and spun around. Her sudden action caused the group following her to halt.

"Wait, wait," Chloe announced, holding up her hands, "You guys should get everyone and head over to the club."

A series of protests began and Chloe spoke up again.

"Amy is doing damage control right now, but people will start to wonder what's going on. If you guys are all there, everyone can assume Beca and I are spending some time alone together."

"Chloe, I think I should-"

"I think you told Beca you'd stick with her all night until it was time for us to all get together. I think you're only job tonight was to look after my fiancé," she paused seeing the young man look properly chastised, "So now you should just do what I say."

Aubrey couldn't help the smirk that came to her face as her friend shut her boyfriend down. She'd help him lick his wounds later, but now was not the time.

Jesse only nodded in agreement and the group gathered up and left, Aubrey sticking behind next to Chloe. Even though the redhead hadn't said it out loud, she was sure Chloe didn't actually expect her to leave her alone. Blue eyes landed on green and Chloe was glad her best friend was with her to keep her from going crazy.

"It's ok," Aubrey said, "You ready?"

Chloe nodded and turned back to the door. The two Bella's stepped out into the back alley. Aubrey grimaced, trying to direct her shoes around the suspicious mess on the ground as she followed after her friend.

"Alex?" Chloe asked as she approached a woman with dark cropped hair and an intricate tattoo that took up most of her upper arm. She looked up from her phone to Chloe.

"Do I know you?"

"No, I'm," she lit up her phone again, "I'm looking for this girl. Did you see her?"

The girl, Alex, blew a stream of smoke out of her mouth, causing Aubrey to flinch and wave her hand in front of her face to clear it away. Alex smirked at the response and gave the blonde a wink before leaning in a bit to look at the picture she was being shown.

"Yeah I remember her; she's cute," the woman commented and Chloe had to tell herself to focus on the problem at hand rather than the possessive flare that came to her chest when the woman said that, "Who is she; your friend?"

"Oh, actually, she's my fiancé," Chloe said, lifting the sash a bit that she was still wearing.

"Oh," Alex replied with a chuckle.

"What?"

"Well, I remember her," she started, "I remember she wasn't acting like she was anyone fiancé

At the words, Aubrey immediately moved to stand a bit in front of her friend, as if she could physically protect her from what the accusation sounded like.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means, I saw your friend's fiancé letting herself be all chatted up with one of our more popular regulars if you know what I mean," Alex recalled, "plus your girl definitely had digits written on her arm and the next time I looked, she and Liz were both gone."

Aubrey continued to glare at the girl who seemed far too happy to tell them this.

"You know for a fact they left together?" Aubrey asked darkly, "Cause if you don't then you should be careful what you say."

"I mean, I didn't see them leave together but-"

"Thank you."

Aubrey's sharp words ended the conversation and she turned around grabbing Chloe around the shoulder and guiding her back inside.

"Don't listen to her, Chlo, she's just stirring things up for fun," she advised.

Chloe was still silent as Aubrey sat her down at the bar once more. The blonde noticed the way her friend was twisting her engagement ring around her finger.

"Hey you don't believe her, do you?"

"No. No, I know Beca wouldn't do that to me. But," she paused, "but she was drinking. According to Jesse, a lot. This Liz person obviously …wanted her. What if she didn't something? Gave her something or took advantage of her being drunk and got her to leave and-"

"Hey, no," Aubrey commanded, "Do not go down the road. We have no reason to think that way."

"She said she was a regular, right?" Chloe suddenly asked, "Maybe she was regular enough that they know a little about her. Like maybe, where we could find her or something?"

Aubrey was surprised when Chloe suddenly stood up and leaned over the bar, calling out to get the bartender's attention once again.

"What now?" he asked as he came back to them, "I do have an actual job to do."

"I need to know about one of your regulars; Liz?"

"Jesus, ask her yourself," he stated, "You've walked by her, like three times since you've been here," he informed and gestured to a brunette at a nearby table, "I've got shit to do."

Chloe practically ran over towards the stranger sitting alone at the table and seemingly looking out at some of the other people there.

"Where's Beca?" the redhead blurted out as soon as she reached the table, shocking the other woman.

"Who?" Chloe groaned and showed the picture again, "Oh the pocketsize cutie?"

"Where is she?"

"How the hell should I know?"

"You were talking with her, wrote your number on her arm," Aubrey reminded, "Some people were under the impression you left together."

Liz rolled her eyes, "We definitely didn't leave together. Lord knows, I tried, but that girl was oblivious as all hell; could've rubbed my tits on her face and she wouldn't have caught on."

"Ew," Aubrey let out, scrunching up her face in disgust at the image.

Chloe didn't pay any attention to her friend and just went on, "The phone number?"

"Already there when I sat down," she said taking a sip from her drink, "she was weirdly protective of it, so whoever did give it to her must've been a hot piece."

"Protective?"

"Yeah, girl got all worked up when she saw it had smudged a bit," she recalled, "I couldn't read what all it said, a number and something above it; like a message or something, I don't know."

Chloe's mind was flying. Whose number did Beca end up with that was so important? Where was Beca?

"She was pretty far to the wind though, rambling all sorts of stuff. Little thing like that probably doesn't hold the booze too well, huh? She kept saying something about toners," she laughed, "Even started talking some Italian at one point."

"Beca speaks Italian?" Aubrey asked, looking at Chloe in surprise.

"No," she responded, "a little German, but that's it."

"This was definitely Italian," Liz went on, finishing her drink, "I'm not exactly worldly but this was definitely Italian. She kept saying my bella this, my bella that."

Chloe couldn't help the flutter of her heart suddenly speeding up. Occasionally when her fiancé was in a particularly wanting mood, Chloe would pull out her old Bella's uniform. It drove Beca insane and she would call Chloe 'My Bella' the entire time.

"Then she started complaining," the woman's voice brought Chloe out of the vivid memory, "Asking why it was called permanent marker if it smudged so easy. I told her, there's ways to make it permanent and she should know that considering the ink I saw on that girl. She said I was right and then left."

"She just left?"

"Yeah, no fun for Liz, tonight so far," the woman paused a second and looked Aubrey up and down, "You want to help change that legs?"

"Excuse me?" Aubrey replied.

"Oh my God, I know where to look," Chloe announced, " Come on."

Chloe grabbed Aubrey's arm, pulling her friend away from the woman, and hurrying outside.

"Where are we going?" Aubrey asked, forcing her feet to stay under her as Chloe dragged her.

"We need to find the nearest tattoo parlor," the redhead announced, "And quick before Beca ends up with some skanks number on her arm forever."

"Ok, well, we're not exactly in high society here," Aubrey stated, opening her arms to gesture to the neighborhood, "They're probably all over. We don't even know what direction she went."

"Ugh!" Chloe groaned; every step forward came with a big brick wall to climb over, "Come on, Beca. Give me something. Where'd you go?"

She looked around, stepping one way and then another as she searched for any kind of clue. Her eyes went to the bus stop, squinting a bit to look at it before a wide smile broke over her face.

"This way," she stated confidently.

"Ok, how do you know?"

Chloe only continued to smile and pointed at the bus shelter. She led Aubrey over to it, specifically to the large backlit ad on the side. It was advertising the newest Justin Bieber album. A big 'X' was over his face in black marker and the words 'Play real music' written in handwriting that was, though sloppier than normal, definitely Beca's.

"Of course, follow the vandalism," Aubrey commented, hanging back a split second to look at it as Chloe continued to walk by. She sighed before following her, "You know, his music isn't that bad don't know. His new stuff-"

"Aubrey, focus!" Chloe called while rolling her eyes.

It wasn't long once they had a direction that the girls found a small space with the word Tattoos in bright red neon.

"Oh God," Aubrey commented at the sight of it, "I can't go in there."

"Shut up, Bree," Chloe dismissed, marching through the door under the ringing bell that hung above it.

The blonde shifted her weight a grimaced. Shaking out her hands, she pulled a Kleenex out of her purse and used it to grab the door handle without needing to touch it and followed. Chloe was already in front of a frighteningly large man with more tattooed skin than not and more piercings in his ear than even her friend's fiancé.

"Has this girl been in here tonight?" holding up the phone once again.

"Yeah she was here, like," running his hand over the patchy scruff on his jaw, "I don't know, forty-five minutes or an hour ago?"

"Oh God, she didn't get a tattoo, did she?"

"She tried, but I have a strict sobriety policy in my shop," he informed her, leaning his arms against the counter, "that girl was worlds away from sober so I told her no. She was plenty pissed but left without a fight."

"Is there another parlor nearby that might do it?" Chloe asked, once again in the position of not knowing where to go next.

He shrugged, "Can't say for sure who would or wouldn't, but I can give you a list of what's around here if that would help?

"Yeah, thanks."

The guy bent behind the counter a few seconds before standing up straight and handing Chloe a sheet of paper. His eyes landed on Aubrey.

"You got any tats?"

The blonde looked offended, "Absolutely not!"

"You've got great skin for it. What do you say?" he commented, "I could give you one; put it somewhere nice and secret."

Aubrey clamped her lips shut to fight the gag that appeared when he flicked his tongue at her, revealing yet another piercing.

"Ok," Chloe intervened, "Thank you."

She pulled her friend toward the exit before she ended up vomiting in the store when he called out to them.

"I hope you find your friend."

Chloe's feet froze when she turned around

"What did you say?"

"I hope you find your friend," he repeated with a shrug.

Chloe's eyes widened and she nearly yanked Aubrey out of her shoes as she pulled her out the door for what felt like the hundredth time that night. The other Barden alum still in shock over what had just happened; what seemed to keep happening that night.

"I'm so stupid. I'm so stupid!"

"What?"

"Beca's phone!"

"Jesse already tried her a million times. She's not answering," Aubrey reminded her.

"No, not to call it. What that guy said, I can't believe I forgot about it."

"About what? Chloe I'm not following."

"Find my friends!" she declared, "The app. Beca made me download when we were up in Portland over Christmas. I tried to go out shopping without her and got lost. I called her all freaked out cause I didn't know where I was or how to get back to her mom's place, she had me download it and follow each other so she could see my location and tell me where to go," she recalled the interesting holiday adventure, "Aubrey we can see where the other's phone is. I can't believe I didn't remember!"

"Less talking, more finding!" Aubrey encouraged.

"Ok, Ok, hold on," another few seconds passed while the bride-to-be hit the appropriate spots on her phone before triumphantly looked up, "she's eight miles away!"

"Damn she moves fast."

"She must've called a cab or a car or something," Chloe figured, "Come on, let's get back to your car. Let's go!"

The two took various streets and turns until it showed they were at the address Beca apparently was.

"What the hell?" Chloe wondered as they realized they were apparently at a taxi dispatch station.

"Maybe she couldn't pay for her cab so they're making her do car washes or something," Aubrey suggested, "You know, like dishes at a restaurant."

The girl's entered the station, unsure where to go. They saw a desk with an older woman nearby. Having no better plan, they approached.

"Excuse me?" Chloe began, waiting for the woman to look up. When she did, she surprised both girls by speaking first.

"Ah ha, realized what you forgot, huh?"

"What?" she asked confused.

"Hold on, let me…" she trailed off, opening a locked cabinet behind her desk and pulling out a familiar item. She set it on the counter in front of the girls.

Beca's cell phone.

Normally I'd need proof that it's yours, but," she reached over and pushed the home button; the screen lit up showing a picture of Beca and Chloe together, "I think that's enough proof."

She smiled and Chloe tried to return it, but felt completely deflated at once again failing to find her fiancé.

"Thank you, but, it actually belongs to her," she pointed at Beca in the photo, "We're trying to find her. She left her phone in a car?"

"Yeah," the woman nodded, adding after a moment, "It happens a lot."

"Well, can you tell us where she was dropped off?"

The woman's eyes moved across the room for a moment.

"Hold on, dear, Stephen!" she called to a man behind them, waving him over, "Stephen you were car 237?"

The man, a middle aged guy with graying hair came to stand near them, "Yeah, what's up?"

"You remember where you dropped this girl off?" the woman gestured to the phone on the counter.

"Yeah, I remember her," she was a weird one, "took her to that 24 hour gym on Elmer."

"Gym?" Chloe repeated, that night couldn't get stranger, "Beca hates exercise. Why would she go to the gym?"

The guy ran a hand through his hair and raised the other one to show his lack of knowledge, "She just told me take her to the nearest place with showers. Gym was the closest I could think of."

"Thank you!" Chloe told him excitedly, picking Beca's phone up and turning to hurry out.

The cab driver flicked his eyes over to Aubrey, looking her up and down, "You looking for a ride?"

"No thank you, we drove," she answered politely, gesturing over her shoulder and starting to turn around.

He smirked, "I wasn't talking about a car, sugar."

Aubrey quickly backed away before turning to follow Chloe, "Ok, what the hell is going on tonight?"

Not long after leaving, the girl's walked into the brightly lit gym. There was a small group of what could only be employees standing at the sign-in desk discussing something amongst themselves.

"Excuse us," Chloe said, jogging up to them, "I'm looking for a girl who was brought here a little while ago."

She was about to show the photo yet again when the thin blonde man spoke up.

"Let me guess: short, drunk, brunette?"

"Yes!" Chloe stated with relief, "Please tell me she's still here!"

"Still here?" he repeated, crossing his arms over his chest, "She won't leave! We were about to call the police."

"Thank God!" Aubrey exhaled, at the same time Chloe said:

"No don't call the police!" she pleaded, "I'll take care of her. Where is she?"

"Women's locker room; she's been in the shower talking to herself and doing something she thinks might be singing. She's making a lot of our members uncomfortable.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Chloe called back as she ran past them towards the sign that said Locker Rooms.

As soon as she stepped into the locker room Chloe could hear her. At first it was quiet and impossible to really tell what she was saying, but it was still enough to finally calm the soaring anxiety that had settled in her stomach the second Aubrey told her what happened.

As she got closer to the shower, Beca's voice became louder and decipherable. Chloe found her way to the source of the sound and peered through the shower curtain. The sight of Beca sitting down in the corner of the shower greeted her and the redhead let out a deep breath. She took a moment to just watch her and she trailed her finger over the tile while familiar words slurred out.

"…ghost town…haunted love. Raise'er voice, sticksnstones may break…" she trailed off a second before coming back to it again, "break m'bones. Shoot me down…ugh, no, wrroong part. M'talkin loud…sayin much…" Chloe grinned, finally pulling back the curtain and stepping in the small space.

Beca apparently hadn't noticed her yet, still looking at the wall and she half spoke, half sang the song. Chloe moved to squat down in front of her and started to quietly sing the chorus.

"I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose," Beca's eyes widened and she looked over at her, "Fire away, Fire away."

Chloe stopped singing and looked at the brunette, a bit disheveled from her adventure.

"Chloe!" She suddenly said loudly, leaning towards her in a sloppy attempt to wrap her arms around her; causing the other girl to make sure she didn't knock them both over. Beca only rambled on excitedly, not noticing or caring about the near fall, "You came! I knew you'd come. They told me to leave, but I told them, I said to them, I can't leave 'cause I gotta wait for Chloe. I told 'em I have to be in the shower, 'cause she always finds me when I'm in shower, and I was right. See, here you are!"

Chloe laughed and swept hair away from the drunk girl's face, "Here I am."

Beca smiled while the redhead helped her up to her feet. Once standing, the slightly taller girl gave her a good look, making sure she hadn't unintentionally caused herself any harm on her wild night out.

"You ok, sweetie?"

Beca nodded and then leaned into the other girl, wrapping her arms around her waist and burying her face into her neck. Chloe felt the warm breath dance over her skin as he spoke.

"I missed you."

"I missed you, too," Chloe smiled softly and let her head rest on top of Beca's as the brunette sighed against her. Light blue eyes glanced over and saw Aubrey standing just outside the shower giving them a small smile as well. Now Chloe was the one who sighed, running her hand down Beca's back, "Let's go home."

Beca kept her arms wrapped around Chloe during the walk to the car, the couple ignoring the looks they were given as the moved by the gym staff. Well Chloe ignored them, Beca was aware of nothing but the girl she pressed against.

At Aubrey's car, the couple ended up in the back seat together while the blonde drove, understanding that when Chloe told Beca they would go home, she meant for Aubrey to know they would literally be going home. The party wasn't important now. As she drove towards the couple's apartment, Chloe was stretched over the backseat with Beca curled up, practically on top of her; refusing to let go or loosen her grip until her whole body began to relax into the sleep it was probably desperate for after the drinking and everything on top of that.

Getting the small DJ up to their apartment was a little more difficult that Chloe wished, as the girl was more or less dead weight even though she occasionally made moves with her feet that mimicked walking. Once inside their home, Chloe immediately led her fiancé to the bed and helped her lay down.

The redhead sat on the edge of the mattress, looking down at her fiancé for a minute who was not completely unconscious yet. Beca reached her hand over and grabbed Chloe's.

"Chlo," she started sleepily.

"Yeah?"

The girl smiled brightly as her eyes began to close, "I can't wait to marry you."

Her grip went slack, her smile relaxing to a serene look and Chloe knew the woman was now fully asleep. The older girl smiled back at her, bringing up her hand and pressing kiss to her knuckles.

As she did, her eyes caught sight of the markings on the inside of Beca's forearm that poked out from under her pushed up sleeve. Curiously, Chloe slid the rest of the fabric to finally get a look at this mysterious number she'd heard so much about.

Reading over what was written, Chloe let out a small laugh before getting both of them comfortable and triple checking that their alarm was set. The redhead had just laid down on the bed when Beca instinctively rolled towards her, throwing an arm over her stomach and nuzzling close to the warmth she provided.

Chloe remembered what she'd said to Aubrey that night about happiness. It was even truer now than it had been then. With that in mind and the knowledge of what was to come the next day, she laid back and slowly began to fall asleep, her finger tracing over the writing on Beca's skin that read:

If lost call 404-676-5151

The handwriting was Beca's.

The number was Chloe's.

Fin!

**What did you guys think?

This was originally a one shot, but I'm thinking I might make it a two and the next chapter show Beca's side of the crazy night if you guys wanted to see drunk Beca shenanigans.