Chloe was so tired of sitting around the house moping, feeling sorry for herself. She knew her decision to break up with Tom was solid since their relationship wasn't going anywhere. They had been living together for about a year when she convinced Tom to buy a house out in the country. The space would allow for some peace and quiet in their tumultuous relationship, and maybe Chloe could even get a horse, or even a dog - both of which Tom was against. She had been longing for the companionship brought by an animal. Then again, perhaps she was just aching for comradeship in general.

Another motive for the move was to try to shake Tom's sister who had been living with them since Chloe moved in with Tom. God, she was annoying. Alas when they moved out to the five acres, Tom's sister invited herself and took over one of the bedrooms and the office. Tom didn't even have the nerve to forbid her from living there.

The entire situation grew old quickly, and Chloe had been questioning her feelings about the man for a while. Wait. No. She wasn't doubting her feelings. She knew exactly how she felt, and she wasn't in love with Tom. So, she finally put her foot down the best way she knew how – by ending things with the man once and for all.

While she was actively looking for a place to live back in the city, she wasn't going to stress too much, especially not this weekend. Why? Because Tom and his sister had taken a road trip to Chattanooga to spend the long weekend with their parents. Chloe had the place all to herself. Best of all, she was free to come and go as she pleased without having to explain anything to anyone.

A quick text to Aubrey got the proverbial ball rolling for a wing-woman for the night. Next step was to find the perfect outfit. Just the idea of going out as a free woman again energized Chloe from the bottom of her toes to the tip of her nose. After an hour of tossing clothes from her closet into a pile, she finally located the perfect dress in the back corners of the wardrobe.

She pulled out a blue checked dress which was tight around the bosom and loose around the hips. Paired with navy heels, she knew this outfit would be perfect. With her clothes determined, Chloe headed for a long, hot shower. The steamy spray was what she needed to relax her muscles and open her pores.

Once she was suitably dolled up with perfect makeup and immaculate hair, Chloe spun around in front of the mirror one more time to admire herself. She texted Aubrey again to let her know that she was on the way to pick her blonde friend up. As she drove to her best friend's house, an idea crept into her head.

"A gay club?" Aubrey screeched. "I dressed up like this for you to take me to a gay club? What's gotten into your head? Stop the car. Take me back!" Aubrey was going off the rails at her best friend. "Take. Me. Home. Now." Aubrey insisted.

A dejected redhead slowly turned the car around and pulled back into Aubrey's driveway. Aubrey turned, smiled at her friend, and patted her on the leg. "Now wait right here." Leaping out of the car, Aubrey ran back inside. Soon she reemerged with a new outfit. Now she was wearing an orange silk tank top and yellow jeans. Orange flats finished her ensemble. "Okay, now I'm comfortable. Let's go!"

Covering her mouth as she looked at the blonde who had again taken her place again in the passenger side, Chloe giggled. "I'm glad I have my wing-woman back! I thought you were abandoning me."

"I would never leave you to go out alone. Not with you being freshly single and all." Aubrey turned primly back in her seat. "This is going to be fun… No men to hit on us, no expectations, just us girls!" The pair happily chattered all the way to the club.

The beats in the club were vibrating off the walls. The best friends were both dripping with sweat from the dancing they had been enjoying. While Aubrey had been right about no men hitting on the friends, she had not expected the attention from the women. However, the interested parties were polite and respectful when rejected and left the women alone to enjoy the music. Regardless, people noticing their presence made both women feel good.

Eventually Chloe exclaimed she had to take a break. She commandeered two seats on a long padded bench which ran across the side wall of the club. Aubrey returned with a pair of drinks, and the two sat people watching and enjoying the environment.

Aubrey excitedly clasped the redhead's arm. "I'm so glad we did this Chloe. This has been a lot of fun." As was her nature, Chloe responded with a loud giggle as she sipped her drink. She, too, was having a blast. The longer they people watched, the more they drank. The more they drank, the bolder they got with their comments.

A new pair of women walked past, both brunettes with longish hair. But their similarities seemed to end there as the taller, more voluptuous woman was more dressed up with a tight red shirt which was buttoned in a way to show off her ample cleavage, not leaving much to the imagination and slim fitting white pants that hugged her shapely hips and legs. The shorter woman was clothed much more casually in an open blue and black plaid shirt over a black tank and faded jeans.

Nudging her friend, Chloe quietly whispered, "Damn, check out that hottie."

Finishing her drink, Aubrey answered, "Now those are some long ass legs. I might even consider letting her wrap them around me." Aubrey tapped her finger on her chin as though she was honestly contemplating what she had admitted.

"No, the other one."

Frowning, Aubrey looked the shorter woman up and down taking note of not only her clothing but also the thick eyeliner. "Ummm Chloe – no. I mean, look at her. She's way too alternative for you, and you are way too beautiful for that. I say make the moves on the tall one."

Chole murmured something as she loudly giggled into her now empty drink. "Refill time." Before either friend could stand, the latest pair being watched stopped. Chloe froze, just knowing that the shorter woman was staring right at her as she said something to the taller woman and motioned backwards towards Chloe.

"Hey, who's that cute thing laughing at me over there?" With a smirk plastered on her face, she started to approach Chloe who immediately panicked.

"Me?" Chloe freaked out. "Oh no, no I wasn't laughing at you. I was just… laughing."

As the dark-haired woman got closer, Chloe got a good look at her. She was actually quite stunning with her deep blue eyes lined with dark liner and eyeshadow. "I think you werelaughing at me." The woman narrowed one eye as she grinned. Her friend kept walking towards the bar. When the shorter woman sat down, Aubrey made herself scarce as well.

After a taking a deep, calming breath, Chloe got up the nerve to turn and look directly at the woman. As she realized that the woman was only teasing, she relaxed as the two fell into conversation. The woman reached over, offering her hand. "I'm Beca."

"Chloe. I'm Chloe." The handshake was brief and Chloe immediately missed the soft warmth it had temporarily provided. Chloe had no idea what to talk about with this woman who had just invited herself to sit down at the table. "So Beca, tell me, what do you do for work?"

"I'm a garbage collector." The smaller woman chuckled.

Trying not to show her shock, Chloe nodded as she took a sip of the fresh drink Aubrey had delivered before again disappearing into the crowd. "Well someone has to do it, right? We are both public servants!" Chloe's voice was chipper.

"I'm music teacher at an elementary school which has a magnet program designed for students with musical inclinations." She was quite proud of her profession and quickly forgot about her new friend's revelation about her employment as she launched into a full explanation of the program. "We develop the musical minds of students starting in kindergarten all the way through their elementary career."

Mesmerized by the high-spirited woman with fire engine red hair, Beca was content with listening to her ramble, soaking in the good energy that exuded from Chloe. Too soon, Chloe was finished talking about her job and began to ask questions about the tiny woman who rode on the back of a trash truck. Beca deflected as best she could without showing her discomfort about talking about herself. She didn't think Chloe noticed as the redhead slipped easily back into telling stories about her students and what not.

Conversation was easy between the two. Beca would nudge Chloe with a question which would be somehow be answered in a series of twists and turns, with lots of additional information tacked on which made the answer much longer and complex than it really needed to be which was amusing to the brunette. Before either realized, the club had called last call. Chloe admitted to herself that she wasn't quite ready to leave her new acquaintance's company. Besides she wasn't sure when she'd have another weekend free until she found a place to live away from Tom and his dreaded sibling.

Looking around, she found Aubrey actually visiting with the taller woman with whom Beca had been walking around the club. After a quick conversation, Chloe ordered an Uber for Aubrey to make sure she got home okay since they had ridden to the club together. Aubrey was teasing her endlessly but agreed to go home alone once Chloe promised to call her first thing in the morning.

Beca and her friend were talking, having much the same conversation when Chloe walked up. "I can make sure Beca gets home safely. I promise I'm not a mass murderer." She placed a gentle hand on the shorter woman's arm.

"Oh Beca is quite capable of taking care of herself." The taller woman's teasing smile did not falter as she punched her friend in the shoulder. "See ya pipsqueak." The tall drink of water headed for the door before suddenly stopping. Turning around, she asked, "Wait, where's your friend?"

When Chloe said the blonde was out front waiting on her ride, the woman quickly exited the building. Chloe raised her eyebrows at Beca who just shrugged. As fast as the woman left, she returned with Aubrey in tow. "So, what's the plan?" She offered out her hand towards Chloe. "By the way, I'm Stacie."

Chloe laughed as she introduced herself. Aubrey refused to look at the redhead and just stood there looking uncomfortable. "Oh relax Bree. This is Beca." Aubrey seemed frozen to her spot. "Come on, she doesn't bite."

Aubrey smiled a bit and stepped towards Beca's outstretched hand. As their palms touched, Beca leaned up and stage whispered, "Unless you want me to." A flush rose up Aubrey's face as Stacie and Chloe laughed.

The foursome ended up at a twenty-four-hour coffee and pie shop. The women ordered coffee and slices of pie to share. As they waited for their order, Aubrey stood to excuse herself to the ladies' room. "I need to wash the club grime off of my hands and face."

"Need company?" Stacie had an almost wolfish grin on her face as she got up and accompanied the blonde to the back of the café.

Left alone with the shorter brunette, Chloe found herself ogling the woman sitting across from her. The brunette's physique was admirable to say the least. Chloe had always considered herself bisexual, so her attraction to Beca didn't come as a surprise. Just enough skin peeked out from the open shirt to pique her curiosity as to what lay beneath.

The sleeves of Beca's plaid shirt were rolled a bit, and she pushed them up to her elbows for some relief in the warm café. Spying a tattoo on the woman's left wrist, Chloe grabbed her hand and pulled it across the table to examine it closer. "Oh my god Beca, you have a tattoo of headphones on your wrist. That's so… music." She looked at the brunette with a questioning look. "What gives?"

Pulling her arm back, Beca covered the tattoo with her right hand. Blushing, she ducked her head. "Nothing," she muttered.

"It's not 'nothing'. You know I have a love for all things music. I'm going to get the meaning of that out of you eventually, so you should just tell me now."

"Teenage nonsense." The tone of her response told Chloe the conversation was over. For the time being anyway. So the line of questioning was dropped.

The alcohol coupled with the late night contributed to Chloe's flirtiness. She reached over and ran her finger from Beca's shoulder down her bicep, feeling the muscles she already knew would be beneath the clothing. "So Beca, tell me about your job. Does lifting all of those trash cans help you keep this smoking body?"

Beca blushed yet again, pushed her hair behind her ears, and took a deep breath. "Chloe, I have to be honest with you. I'm not a garbage collector."

"Oh." Taken aback, Chloe wasn't sure how to take this admission of the apparent lie Beca had told.

"I do work for the city though." Beca locked eyes with Chloe and decided to open up completely about her occupation. "I'm a police officer. But honestly, I do collect garbage if you think about it." She gave the redhead sitting across from her a crooked grin.

"That's … cool."

"You don't mind that I'm a cop?" Beca questioned.

"Nope. But why did you tell me you did something different?"

"Well most people react badly when I tell them what I do. Besides I was trying to be funny. Guess I failed, huh?"

By now, Chloe's trademark smile had returned and she squeezed Beca's forearm. "No, that's okay. And I think it's great you are a police officer. It's an honorable profession." Chloe giggled. "But even as a garbage collector, you'd be smoking hot in my book!"

The other two women walked up to the booth right as their order was being delivered. "Just in time," Stacie announced as she slid into the booth beside Beca. While conversation between Beca and Chloe had been comfortable with Chloe doing most of the talking, Beca had become quiet as she let Stacie pepper the women on the other side of the booth with questions.

As night stretched into early morning, Chloe was fighting her yawns so as to not appear rude. Beca must have noticed this and came to her rescue. "Well ladies, as painful as parting such wonderful company will be, I probably need to get some sleep. Today's not my normal day off. I switched to be wing-woman for legs here and have work tomorrow." She nudged Stacie in the ribs with her elbow.

Aghast at the revelation that Beca had to work, Chloe gasped. "Beca, I am so sorry. I had no idea you had to work or I wouldn't have kept you out so late."

Beca smirked. "S'okay Chloe. I work nights, so I'm in my element. No sweat." She gave the redhead a wink.

"Well it's good that we both had excellent wing-women tonight." Chloe giggled as she glanced at Aubrey who was engrossed in a separate conversation with Stacie. "Although I'm kinda thinking they benefited, too."

As the group left the restaurant, Aubrey and Stacie wandered over to Chloe's car. Chloe was staring at the ground when she heard Beca chortling beside her. "Is that your car?" Chloe nodded. "It sure is… green." When Chloe teasingly narrowed her eyes at Beca, the brunette slipped her hand into Chloe's - effectively stopping any protest. "It's just like you – cute." Even in the dark, she could tell Chloe's face was flushed from the compliment.

Beca stopped Chloe behind a huge truck. Now it was Chloe's turn to laugh. "This? You tease me about my little green car while you drive a monster!" Beca proudly slapped the back of her Ford F-350. The truck was jet black, at least the top part of it was. The original coloring seemed to melt down the sides into a deep dark blue.

As Chloe took all of the truck in, she looked at the woman who stood before it. "Strangely enough, it suits you Beca. I'm not sure what you are trying to prove with the size, but I like it."

Beca crinkled up her eyebrow as she replied. "Prove? It proves I'm a bad ass." Beca reached into her shirt pocket to pull out her phone, unlocked it, and handed it to Chloe. "Or that too presumptuous?"

Chloe's smile was shy as she took the phone and put in her number. She then sent herself a quick text so that she'd have Beca's info. Bypassing the outstretched palm, Chloe slipped the phone back into Beca's pocket then gently tapped it.

This bold move obviously caught Beca off guard as she stood in front of the cute little spunky woman. Chloe leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. "Good night Beca. Be careful taking out the trash tonight." She turned and walked towards her own vehicle.

"G' night Red." Beca watched as she got into her car and waited for Aubrey and Stacie to finish their conversation. When Stacie was headed her way, Beca climbed into her truck and started it up. As her friend was safely settled in the passenger side, the tiny brunette took advantage of the size of her truck's engine and roared up behind the bright green Prius exiting the parking lot.

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