Failure to Launch All that Perfect

Chapter One

Chapter One

Okay, We Are Titanium is officially and, as promised, here's the new (unfiltered) fanfic. I hope you guys enjoy it. Sorry if it's a slow start, but stick with me. I haven't let you down yet, right? Also, will mark which chapters have M content in it.

"Beca, hurry up! We're gonna be late!" Chloe yelled for her friend.

Beca Mitchell and Chloe Beale, friends since kindergarten, have planned a girl's night at the bar. Well Chloe planned it, Beca is being dragged along against her will. Beca loves the perky ginger that's always been by her side, but what she doesn't love is her friend's obsession with meddling into her personal life.

Beca's, for lack of a better word, hunter has been deprived of any male company for almost a year now. Ever since that dick used her the way he did, Beca is happy with this arrangement but not Chloe. No, the meddlesome friend has tried numerous times to get the tiny brunette laid but Beca has turned every guy that was thrown her way down. She has tried to stop this insanity, assuring Chloe that when she's ready she will get some, but, though Chloe knows her friend won't have any trouble landing a man thanks to her incredible beauty, she hasn't given up, much to Beca's dismay.

Beca looked at herself in the full length mirror hanging on her wall. She took in the sight of the reflection before her. She was in a spaghetti strap black silk dress that hugs her every curve and pushed her rather exquisite bosom up until they were almost spilling over the top. Her usual dark and gloomy make up was replaced with light, happy make up and her chocolate brown locks were falling loosely around her shoulders. Any guy would be drooling at the sight of her but Beca cringed at it.

This is not me. Why the hell did I let them do this to me?

She thought to herself as she picked at the dress. She had let Stacie, a cousin of hers, turn her into a miniature version of herself. Don't get her wrong, Stacie is a beautiful woman, she's just, well...slutty. Beca can't remember the last time Stacie had a steady boyfriend, or if she even had one. The only thing Beca remembers is helping Stacie sneak guy after guy out of the house after a long night of pleasure and noises Beca wishes she could uhear.

"God dammit Beca, are you-"Chloe cut herself off as she peered in at Beca from the bedroom doorway. "Wow! You look amazing! Stacie's really out done herself." Beca rolled her eyes and made a couple of gagging noises.

"I hate you guys for doing this. Why can't I just stay home tonight?"

"Because, you've been staying home every night. It's time to get out there and make memories. You're not going to be 21 forever, y'know? Now let's go, the girls are waiting for us." Chloe grabbed Beca's hand and pulled her out of the house, ignoring Beca's obnoxious protests.

They arrive at the bar and Chloe immediately makes a bee line for their friends, still dragging Beca with her. As soon as they reach the table they're greeted with loud cheers and alcohol is immediately shoved in their face. Hour after hour, drink after drink, pick up line after pick up line, Beca decides she's still far too sober for all of this bullshit. She strays from her group and heads to the bar. The good looking bartender takes her order and Beca sits impatiently, waiting for her drink. Suddenly, some drunken dick comes up to her, trying to hang all over her and hit on her.

"I'm sorry, I really don't want to dance." She tries to be nice but the guy keeps pushing and she's becoming overly frustrated. After the fifth attempt, the guy grabs Beca's arm. She's ready to start a scene until someone quickly jumps in, backing the guy off. She watches as her savior takes the seat next to her and she is mesmerized by his beauty. He looks like some kind of Greek God and she can feel herself getting excited as she rakes her eyes across his perfect features. From his neatly gelled hair, his soft brown eyes, amazing smile, perfect jawline, and God that tight v-neck outlining every bulge of muscle. Oh how she could just-

Easy Beca. You don't even know this guy. He could be a total prick or something.

"Not even a thank you?" the God asked and Beca was too distracted by his looks to realize how conceited he sounded just then. "Um, thank you..."

"Jesse." He introduced himself, extending his hand toward her. "Beca." She grabbed his hand, noting how strong and soft it felt. She would love it if those hands would touch her where she really wanted to be touched. "It's nice to meet you, Beca." And there it began.

Beca was on the hunt.