Bechloe One-Shots

Truth or Truth (part 1)

Summary: Contrary to popular belief, Beca has never been a drinker. She doesn't like to and she doesn't want to. But tonight, she didn't even need to take one sip—a bottle of vodka in the wrong person's hands led to the exposure of the DJ's true (rainbow) colors.

Tonight was Bellas Bonding Night, an event that their Miss Congeniality Chloe wanted all of them to always attend. It wasn't anything special, just a twice-a-month get-together they dedicated to spending time with each other. Two weeks ago, they had watched Miracle in Cell No. 7, a movie that made all of them cry, even the most badass Beca Mitchell. Before that, they had ordered an extra-large pizza and stress-ate their way through studying for midterm exams. And now, Stacie proposed Spin the Bottle: Truth or Truth edition. No dares because, according to Fat Amy, "I'm so tired to even move, my ass was kicked by cardio earlier!"

Emily thought just talking would be a good way to know her fellow sisters better because she has just been in the organization for about two months. But regarding the game, she had one clarification, "This will be clean right?"

"Of course it would be clean, I don't think most of you would want to see each other strip here, wouldn't you?" Chloe giggled, her blue eyes flitting swiftly at Beca, waiting for the brunette to catch her eye so she can give the infamous Beale wink. However, Beca's eyes were closed, her head bobbing as she struggled to make weird beatboxing sounds as Lilly taught her. Right now, she couldn't get past the boom boom tshhk.

Chloe thought she was being discreet, sitting innocently beside Beca and giving her secret glances, but Stacie (who was taking swigs from a vodka bottle), Fat Amy, and Cynthia-Rose definitely noticed. Chloe was so indiscreet that even Emily noticed, and the freshman couldn't hide her grin of excitement. Ever since she entered the Bellas, she just assumed that the two were together, and much disappointment stumped her when Fat Amy told her neither Beca nor Chloe has confessed. However, Legacy has made it her mission to push the two Captains together whenever there was a chance.

"Count me in!" Emily sort of bounced from the sofa in a very puppy-like manner and sat on the living room carpet between Stacie and Fat Amy. Among all the Bellas, those two were the ones she was most comfortable with.

"Hey Stace, stop drinking," Cynthia-Rose didn't even give the tall woman a warning; she just took the vodka bottle from the other's hands, screwed the cap on, and positioned it sideways at the center of their little circle. "You ready, aca-bitches?"

"Bitch," Stacie rolled her eyes but she didn't leave the group.

The first spin, it was Chloe who was interrogated. Jessica asked her skeptically, "Do you have one class that you haven't failed?"

The redhead smiled positively, nodded and said, "Of course. I can never fail Voice Class, can I? That would be ridiculous, being co-Captain of a three-time collegiate a cappella champion group."

Beca beside her knit her eyebrows and added, "Seriously, dude? Anything else you haven't failed?"

"Uhhh... Music Theory? I've been taking it for three years." Even when facing failure, Chloe wasn't the one to put on a shameful look. She merely shrugged.

Ashley sensed the awkwardness building so she clapped her hands and loudly said, "Okay! Next, spin it, Chloe!"

The bottle pointed at Stacie who was silently leaning against the couch with heavily hooded eyes. Still halfway to being sober, they noticed. She raised her eyebrows at them, "Ask up, I don't bite... most of the time," she giggled.

"Is it true you sleep with four guys at the same time?" Emily blurted out before she could filter it through her brain and upon realizing what she said, she put a hand on her mouth and gasped. "I'm sorry—I didn't mean to ask that—I was just really curious because Fat Amy here told me—"