#benji applebaum
-So what? We hooked up last night, slept cuddling on the couch, and I might want to marry him, but we will take this slow.
-I’m sure she’s alright. We can call her later.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26258119/chapters/64166398
Love, Beca - Chapter 7 - writteninbechloe - Pitch Perfect (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
It didn’t happen instantly, but once Beca had actually felt alive enough to brave opening her eyes, the previous nights events ran through her head.
Chloe walking out of the bar with Chicago.
Drinking and throwing back shots until she had stumbled out of the bar stool.
Jesse driving her home and walking her to her front door.
Her Dad waiting up for her and looking at her in disappointment.
Emailing Red.
Wait…she emailed Red, whilst drunk.
Beca had never sat up faster than she did then, her head throbbed as she reached for her phone. The thought of coffee and painkillers was shoved aside as she clicked on the unread email in her inbox.
