Beca sat pensively staring at the wall in front of her. Upon arriving in Vegas she had been quick to already set up a pin board of where Stacie and her have been along with any past known locations of movement made by those after them. Exhaling at the wall she got up from her chair and walked upstairs out of the secret built in bunker installed. The door sliding shut behind her looked nothing more than a brick wall.
Beca was back in her bedroom and walked over to her bedside table, pulling out an old photograph. It was quite tattered from being handle by Beca so much. Her finger traced the faces in the photo and realizing what she was doing, became hardened and threw it back in the drawer, slamming it shut. She wanted to burn the picture, she had nearly done so many times before but couldn't bring herself to do it.
That's weak Beca. Be rid of it. Let it be a testament to what needs to be done.
Beca went to reach for the drawer again but her eyes saw that the clock read 5:20pm.
Shit.
Beca changed into her skinny blue jeans, black doc martens and red plaid button up top. Slipping the leather jacket over her shoulders, she packed her duffle bag for clothes. Beca wasn't sure whether she would be staying at Chloe's or in her other home at the MGM hotel. Secretly Beca had bought this studio apartment many years back if ever needing it. It was selfish but she had kept it hidden from her sister, that she could escape here to think. Beca would bring her sister here within seconds if she thought them in danger but the hotel served them brilliantly. It was a public living area that was monitored 24/7 this would at least slow down those pursuing if need be.
Revving the bike she took off and headed to the hotel, making it in quick time she used the keycard given to her and parked. Walking into the elevator Beca pressed for the top floor and took off her helmet, shaking her hair just before the doors opened.
She raised her fist to the door but froze.
What am I doing? ... What am I doing?
Beca began to lower her hand and turn away but quickly snapped back when the door opened, revealing the always beautiful woman that often consumed her thoughts.
"Hey!" Chloe excitedly answered. The red head may or may have not been listening out for the elevator by sitting on the couch just near the door.
Beca's eyes roamed up Chloe's very pretty outfit. Wearing a light navy blue sleeveless top and jean shorts, Beca felt underdressed. Chloe even had her make up done and hair up in a neat bun.
"Am I underdressed?"
Chloe scoffed, "No of course not! If anything you're wearing too many clothes." She winked deviously and pulled Beca into the hotel room.
Beca walked on in whilst Chloe closed the door behind them. Placing her helmet and duffle bag on the large couch in the lounge area she turned to find Chloe right behind her. Both of them had smiles plastered on their lips and both glanced down at each other's.
"Hey." Beca spoke softly, "How was your day?"
Chloe shrugged, "Rehearsals were the norm and I had to try on some outfits for last minute fittings before the show tomorrow night."
Before Beca could debate it, her arms reached out to the woman's waist and pulled Chloe against her, with Chloe resting her arms around the back of the smaller woman's neck.
"How was your day?" Chloe asked.
Beca shrugged, "Is a cheesy line like, 'Better now' too cheesy?"
"Mm..." Chloe pretended to think hard about it whilst moving in closer to the woman's lips, "A little, but I like it."
Their lips meet in a tender and slow kiss, it threatened to become more, both of them feeling the heat build they broke away.
