This Train Ain't Going Anywhere (Pitch Perfect)

Boy Meets Drunk Girl

Loud music boomed from the giant speakers as a vast crowd was dancing with their friends.

Stacie Grandetti held her cup high while she danced clumsily as she giggled when she caught sight of her friend.

"Roxanne! Com o'er here!"

The brunette with blonde highlights turned from her conversation to look at her drunk friend. Roxanne sighed and rolled her eyes. She was pretty irritated that she had to look over Stacie almost every where.

The friends were currently in a New Year's Party. Stacie convinced Roxanne because she wasn't a party person. Stacie wanted Roxanne to relax for a bit and to not to be a loner.

"Stace, how many drinks did you had exactly?" Roxanne plainly asked Stacie when they sat on a table.

Stacie was very oblivious as she kept giggling and having her hands on her boobs like she always does when she expresses her self.

"Oh you know..." Stacie counted her fingers. "One?"

Roxanne rolled her eyes as she stood up. "I think we need to get home. This party was getting kinda boring. Stace stay here, I need to say bye to my friends."

Stacie looked up very confused. "You have friends?"

Roxanne once again rolled her eyes as she started to walk away. "O whatever."

Once her friend was gone, Stacie stood up and went back to dancing. Of course she didn't listen to Roxanne. Roxanne was a big reader and a really smart person. She dislikes people and parties which is weird for Stacie because she was a loud person who loved parties. It kinda made her wonder how they became best friends.

Lost in the midst of a dancing crowd, Stacie closed her eyes and matched her moves with the beat. Stacie was told many times that she was a very good dancer. And not just in the disco or a club, Stacie was trained for Ballet, Tap, Hip-Hop and ballroom. Back when she was in middle school, she would watch her parents rehearse their dancing for a musical. Stacie also grew up with a rather cultural and musical background.

Before she could say sorry, Stacie bumped her shoulder on someone. She turned woozily since she was still partially drunk. "Oh, sos (sorry) didn't se ya der!"

Stacie looked at the person who was watching her trying to figure out who she was talking to.

"Are you ok?" The man that she bumped into asked. Stacie couldn't steady herself and couldn't get a full image of the guy. He was all blurry and the only things she could see were his glasses and his somewhat curled black hair.

"You've got...cute...glasses."

"I'm sorry what?"

With out another word, Stacie took the man's glasses and ran off, camouflaging her self with the crowd.

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"Hey Donald! Where's your glasses?"

"I...don't know. I think I lost them Bumper." Donald replied, still confused with his earlier encounter.

"Bummer, I guess you better fish out some of your old glasses." Bumper nonchalantly said.

"I guess I should." Donald muttered.

The girl was so drunk that she didn't know where she was or what she was doing. It kinda made Donald worry for her a bit.

Nah, she couldn't have come alone. She probably has friends that are looking for her.

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Stacie laughed and put on the glasses. She didn't know why she took them. All she could remember was his hair. Even if Stacie didn't see him fully, she was pretty sure he was a rather attractive guy.

These thoughts soon wiped away as Stacie felt a pang of drowziness.

Cute...glasses

That was the last thing she could remember before Stacie fell into a slumber.