Prison Buddies

"Wait! Come on, it was a misunderstanding! I wasn't going to steal a can of tomato soup! I don't even like tomatoes!" A small brunette girl shouted at the officer who was steering her in the direction of the holding cells.

When they arrived at one of the holding cells he motioned for the girl to move around so he could open the handcuffs that had forced her hands to remain behind her back. She was angry and fuming but she knew better than to resist a police officer.

The officer opened the holding cell bars and motioned for the girl to move inside. She reluctantly went inside the cell, regarding the officer with a nasty glare as he locked the bars again.

The brunette turned around to look at the other occupants of the holding cell as she gingerly rubbed at her irritated wrists.

There were 4 other women in there with her. Three of them were huddled together in a group and looked like bad ass biker chicks. They were tall, had more muscles than a woman should have, wore actually really cool looking leather jackets and glared and growled in her direction. The brunette was cursing herself because she hadn't bothered to put on proper clothes when she had decided to make a quick run to the grocery store down the street.

She looked down at herself and scowled. So much for a good impression. She was wearing pink jogging pants, a pair of flip flops and a black tank top. She silently cursed her best friend Jesse for giving her these horrendous pants on her last birthday. He thought her wardrobe needed a little color. The brunette girl had disagreed but since she hadn't been in the mood to do the laundry lately, the terrible pants were the only comfortable clean pants she could find.

After she finished cursing her choice of wardrobe she finally decided to look at the last occupant of the cell.

It was a redheaded girl in a white t-shirt and blue jeans shorts. She had her legs and arms crossed and seemed to be dozing.

The brunette girl looked around in the cell. It only held 2 benches that lined opposite ends of it. Since she didn't want to risk her life by sitting down next to the three biker chicks, she chose to sit down on the bench the redhead was sitting on. She sat down as far away from the woman as she could but the light movement she made woke the redhead up immediately.

Her eyes shot open and she looked around in a panic, trying to find what had woken her up. When she saw the wide eyes of a brunette girl sitting next to her on the bench, she stopped breathing for a moment. When had she gotten here? And why would someone like her be in a holding cell in the first place?

She blinked twice, pinched herself and took in a big gulp of air.

"Um..." She mumbled as she continued to look at the brunette.

The other girl smiled nervously. "Um, sorry. I didn't want to wake you up."

"You didn't. I was just testing if this was a dream. It wasn't."

The brunette snorted. "Yeah. So I guess this isn't your usual kind of evening fun either?"

The redhead shook her head. "No. This is all a big misunderstanding."

"Same here. My name is Beca." The brunette girl said and held her hand out for the other girl to shake.

"Chloe. I would say it's nice to meet you but I really could have done without the prison experience." The redhead said as she shook Beca's hand.

Beca grinned. "Well, technically this isn't prison but I know what you mean." She leaned a little closer to Chloe so she could hear her next few whispered words. "Hey, um, the other chicks over there, have you talked to them?"

Chloe shook her head. "No, they've already been in here when I got here about an hour ago. They just glared at me so I thought it would be best to ignore them and to not make any loud noises."

Beca glanced at the biker chicks again and saw one of them looking in their direction. The small brunette shuddered. "I guess that's a good idea."

Chloe nodded. "Yeah."

Beca leaned back and sighed. "This is so fucked up. I only wanted some chocolate and instead of binge watching Game of Thrones all evening, I get thrown in here."

Chloe looked at her with interest. "Oh? What happened? If you don't mind me asking."

Beca sighed. "No, it's fine I don't mind. I'm sure I'm going to laugh about this story in a few days. Well, so I was just settling down to watch some Netflix when I noticed that I didn't have any chocolate in the house. Like at all. So I did the reasonable thing and went to the store down the street to get some. Long story short, I noticed some teenagers fooling around and when I saw them trying to steal stuff, I went over to them and told them to stop. They got angry and told me to mind my own business. When a store employee noticed the commotion, the kids shoved a can of tomato soup in my bag and ran. They shouted that I was going to steal it and were going to stop me."

"The employee didn't believe me when I told him what happened and called the cops. He said something about policy. Such an ass. Anyway, the police officer that came to get me was a little more understanding. He said that he'd check the security footage and that we would know if I was telling the truth soon enough. He told me that I had to wait in a holding cell in the mean time. And now I'm here. I don't even like tomato soup."

Chloe couldn't hold her giggle in anymore and burst into laughter when she saw the pout on Beca's face that quickly turned into a glare when Chloe wouldn't stop laughing.

"Dude, it's not funny."

"Aw, come on, it totally is. And I'm sorry, but the look on your face? Priceless."

Beca rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, laugh it up. But you're in here too, missy. What did you do?"

Chloe immediately stopped laughing and scowled. "Well, there may or may not have been an incident with a rock and my ex's car. But I didn't even throw that damn thing!"

The small brunette snorted. "You threw a rock at your ex's car?"

Chloe scrunched up her nose. "No! It was Amy! But my so called friend ran away screaming when my ex came around the corner. He only saw me and his broken windshield and called the cops. They called it destruction of property or something like that. Assholes."

"Your friend just left you there to deal with the consequences?"

Chloe sighed. "Well, kinda. But I'm not mad at her. I was ranting to her all evening and when we found his car by accident. I was really mad at him and told Amy that I wished someone broke his car into a million pieces so he would understand what I felt like when I found out he was cheating on me. So she did what I wished for."

Beca's eyes widened. "Wait, he was cheating on you? Why? You are the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen, why would anyone ever cheat on someone like you?"

The redhead quirked an eyebrow and smirked at Beca. "Why thank you. You're quite a charmer, huh? But to answer your question, he told me - and I quote - 'Men have needs and I haven't seen you in a week because you were busy with your college work'"

"Really?"

Chloe nodded. "Yep. I guess he can't last a week without sex and since I haven't been able to lend a helping hand, he got some help elsewhere."

Beca shook her head. "I can't believe that guy. Who would do something like that? But I guess you can count yourself lucky that you found out what kind of person he is."

"I guess you're right. But it sucked."

"Sorry for that."

Chloe gave Beca a small smile. "It's okay. I'll get over it. It's only been a week and seeing his car made me angry. I think I'll just stay with girls from now on. I've only ever had good experiences with them."

Beca's eyes suddenly flew upwards to look at Chloe's face. "Wait, girls? So you like both?"

Chloe nodded. "Yeah. I've been with both and I don't really have a preference. I'm not attracted to gender, I'm attracted to people."

"Huh."

"What? Are you a homophobe?"

Beca's eyes widened and she quickly shook her head. "No! God no, I'm gay myself. Sorry if that came out wrong."

"Huh."

Beca rolled her eyes as she saw the small smirk on the other girl's face. "Yeah, yeah, I get it."

Chloe smiled. "Sorry. It's fun to mess with you, has anybody ever told you that?"

Beca scowled. "Yeah. How do you think I got these hideous pants?"

The redhead snorted. "I was wondering about that. You don't look like a person who would wear pink pants voluntarily."

"I'm not. They were a gift and the only clean pair of pants I could find."

"I assume you are not a big fan of doing laundry?"

"Not at all."

Chloe giggled and leaned her back into the bars behind her. "This is all so strange. Who would have thought that I would find someone nice in prison?"

"Not prison."

"Whatever. How long do you think we need to stay here?"

Beca shrugged. "I have no clue."

"Hey ginger!"

Chloe jumped a little as she got startled by the unexpected voice. She lifted her head to look at the other three women who were sharing their cell on this fine evening and found all of them looking at her. "Um, yes?"

"As fun as listening to you guys is, we want to get some sleep in. Can you at least whisper or something? Oh and good call on ending things with that douche. He sounds like a real asshole. If my boyfriend cheated on me I would do more than throw a stone into his windshield. I would have definitely aimed at his face."

"Um..." Chloe wanted to make clear that it wasn't her that had thrown the stone but the dangerous aura the three women were radiating made her rethink that thought. "Thanks I guess. And yes of course, we'll shut up, good night."

The three women snorted. The brown haired one who had been talking to Chloe decided to answer. "It's never fun to sleep on a bench but it's better than nothing. Also, you should definitely get pinkie's number. She's been looking at you like you are some kind of jackpot since the moment she walked in here. I bet she would treat you right."

Beca's eyes had widened and she was about to make a comment about her unexpected nickname when Chloe's hand on her own stopped any sort of remark.

"Um, yeah. We'll shut up now."

She turned around to look at Beca with wide eyes. "What the hell?" She whispered and Beca nodded. "I know. You think we need to stay here the whole night? And I totally wasn't looking at you like anything. I think that one chick has forgotten her glasses." the small brunette whispered back.

"So you weren't looking at me? Don't you find me attractive?" Chloe teased Beca quietly while she smirked at the brunette.

"No! Well, of course you are beautiful, I already told you that. Wait..." She narrowed her eyes at the other girl. "Are you fishing for compliments?"

Chloe chuckled quietly and turned innocent eyes to look at Beca. "I would never. And to answer your question, I have no idea if we have to stay the night. But it looks like it, I think the officers went home for the day. They surely aren't working at this time of night."

Beca deflated visibly and put her hands on her face. "This is all so surreal."

"Yeah. But it will all turn out okay, you'll see. Why don't we get some sleep as well?"

"I'm not sure I can."

"Just try it."

Beca was about to argue some more when a hissed 'shut up and close your eyes!' reached them from the other side of the cell which shut her right up. She shared another uneasy look with Chloe but both of them decided to shut up and close their eyes. Beca mouthed 'good night' in the redhead's direction and was thanked with a beaming smile.

The small brunette was fidgeting for the next half hour but eventually succumbed to her heavy eyelids.

She was woken up by a loud noise that sounded suspiciously like her name. She blearily opened her eyes and looked around confusedly until her eyes landed on some prison bars and a sleeping redhead.

The holding cell. Right.

"Beca Mitchell?"

Beca turned around to look at the officer that stood in front of the door to the holding cell and was looking at her expectantly.

"Um, yes, that's me. Can I go now?"

The officer nodded. "Yes. All charges were dropped after the security camera footage was inspected. I would like to apologize for your uncomfortable night but we have to investigate these things."

"Um, yeah, no problem. I think." She turned around to look at the sleeping redhead. Shaking the other girl's arm carefully, she whispered her name. "Chloe?"

"Hm?"

"I just wanted to say good bye. I can go home now."

Chloe slowly woke up and blinked at Beca owlishly. "Home?" She blinked twice until she realized where she was. "Oh. Yeah. Prison."

Beca rolled her eyes and grinned. "Not prison. Anyway, I wanted to thank you for entertaining me in here."

Chloe sat up and grinned at Beca. "No problem. It was nice to meet you."

Beca nodded. "Likewise."

"Just ask the girl for her number! Honestly, how hard can it be? I swear, we weren't that dense when we were that age." The brunette woman from last night said as she and her two friends looked at Beca and Chloe disapprovingly.

Beca jumped a little as she heard the woman talking. "Um..."

Chloe giggled and turned to look at the police officer. "Do you have a pen I could borrow for a second?"

The officer looked at the scene in amusement and nodded. "Sure. Here you go." He handed Chloe a pen and watched as she snatched Beca's left hand to scribble a number on it.

"Here you go."

Beca could only gape at the digits on her hand. "Um..."

"Just call me. I should get out of here soon. We can grab a coffee or something."

"Um... Yeah. Sounds nice."

Chloe giggled again and watched as the small brunette was escorted out of the room by the friendly officer.

She was still smiling a few minutes later when the brunette woman decided to talk to her again. "You should totally go for that. Did you see how adorably awkward she was acting when she got your number? And that body is nothing to sneeze at either. You should totally tap that."

Chloe looked up and grinned at the three women. "Oh, believe me, I'm planning on it. She's too cute to let her get away."

The brunette woman snorted. "You go girl. Are you already over your ex?"

Chloe shrugged. "Nope. But nobody said anything about a relationship. We'll see how things go when she'll call me."

The brunette woman lifted an eyebrow. "Oh? You are quite confident she will call you."

The redhead rolled her eyes. "Please, I know what I look like. She'll definitely call."

The women laughed. "Judging by the way she was looking at you, I'm inclined to agree. The name's Veronica by the way. And these are my friends, Nicole and Wendy. Nice to meet ya kid."

"I'm Chloe."

"We know. And I guess that's your way out." Veronica said and motioned for Chloe to turn around. She did and saw a police officer coming her way.

She turned around again to look at the three women. "Well, this was fun. And you guys are not as scary as you look. I hope you'll get out of here soon." Chloe said and waved a short goodbye as the officer led her out of the cell.

"We will, don't worry!" Veronica shouted just as the door was closed behind Chloe.

She grinned as she got her things back from the officer and stepped outside of the police station. What she saw there only managed to increase her smile.

"Hey."

Beca shuffled around awkwardly. "Um, hey."

"Were you waiting for me?"

Beca nodded and played with her top nervously. "Yeah, kinda. I asked the officer if he knew when you were getting released and he told me that it wouldn't be long. So I decided to wait. I hope I didn't cross any boundaries."

Chloe laughed and went over to Beca to lock their arms together and pull her in the direction of a diner just around the next corner. "Don't worry. The only two things I want right now are a shower and a coffee. And breakfast. Since you are already here, let's grab a quick cup of coffee and talk some more. You are interesting."

"Um, sure."

The two of them went over to the diner and got themselves a nice breakfast. Both girls were laughing and enjoying their time together. And both girls thought that spending a night in a holding cell wasn't so bad if you had the right company.