A/N. (I don't own most of the characters and certain parts of the plot. Courtesy goes to the creative team behind the movie Pitch Perfect.) This is my first Pitch Perfect fanfiction. I hope you guys like it! R+R please! Thank you TheFlameRose (FanFiction.net) for Beta-ing this chapter!
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With One Note: Part I
Chapter 1-1: The Notorious Bastard
Chloe sat at the bar to hit on some cocktail. It was the last Sunday before school started, and everyone else was having a final blast at a party in this resort Aubrey dragged Chloe to. The night was young, but the redhead was bored stiff with herself. Apparently, this wasn't her idea of a final blast.
"What can I get you, pretty lady? Tequila? Or are you the Rye Malt type?" The bartender perked up in front of Chloe.
Chloe checked her mood to decide which drink might match it."Oh, uh, well I, uh-,"
"Hey, McDowell. What's rockin'?" A petite brown-haired girl asked, sitting on the stool beside Chloe.
The bartender greeted back with enthusiasm. "Hey there, Deejay! You up for some Bourbon Lancer?"
"Yep. Make that two," the brunette chuckled, gesturing to Chloe.
"Oh. I didn't realize she's your company," the bartender said, retreating to go make their drinks.
The odd brunette held out a hand, ready to shake Chloe's. "Name's Beca."
"Chloe." She accepted the handshake.
"Wow Chloe, you're rocking that blue bikini!"
"You can actually see it through this?" Chloe asked, gesturing to the black lace beach tunic that she wore over Aubrey's bikini. The redhead wasn't really feeling comfortable with it. The only reason the bikini incidentally got transferred into her possession was that her best friend was a fashion Nazi, who threatened to send Chloe to concentration camp if she didn't lose the tank top and denim shorts.
"Well, it's black, and basically the electric blue under it kind of highlights itself out so, yes. I can."
"Wow Beca, that's some fashion eye you got there." Chloe winked. By first look at Beca, she had assumed that the girl was some natural introvert; that through the thick eyeliner hides a mysterious girl with a sad story. Well, Beca barged in, buying her a drink before introducing herself and had criticized Aubrey's bikini out loud, so Chloe definitely had her cards messed up.
"Shhhh!" Beca leaned in a little to Chloe. "That's just between us. They refer to me as a Notorious Bastard around here." She chuckled.
"Badass, huh? Well, I say you're adorable," Chloe mocked.
Beca wrinkled her nose while holding a smile - something Chloe found so cute. "Sorry, I already had some shots earlier. Some tall blondie tried to talk me out of something by bribing me with alcohol." She chuckled. "It won't surprise me if I go back to the stage walking tipsy after the Lancer… Speaking of the devil…"
The bartender returned with the drinks. "Two Bourbon kicks right here," he announced, placing the glasses before the ladies.
"Thanks, McDowell." Beca reached out for her pocket and paid the man for both drinks.
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With One Note (A Pitch Perfect fanfiction)
FanfictionTITLE: With One Note AUTHOR: C. C. Snow SUMMARY: The exterior is not always the real deal. On one hand, Beca Mitchell has shaped herself into a labyrinth of misleading layers to deny and avoid pain. Chloe Beale, on the other hand, seems to comple...
