The car slowed to a stop as the Bella's had reached their destination. The hottest club, and fairly close to the university though the ladies opted to drive. Beca groaned, still hurt over the break-up between her and Jesse; she knew things had been a little rocky, but she hadn't expected Jesse to nut up and actually go for the break.

"Beca, come on!" Chloe squealed, opening the door to grab Beca by the wrist. She was basically being dragged towards the door, and all the Bella's stopped, digging around for their ID's. A quick flash of her license and they were all off into the building.

Music was blaring and lights were flashing, and the brunette wasn't quite sure what to think. Being one of the younger Bella's meant that she only had the opportunity to drink at private parties, or in the luxury of their new house, but she wasn't sure that this scene was what she expected. There were people dancing on the floor, men and women flirting at the bar, and Beca felt awkward trying to figure out a place that she would fit in too.

Chloe had disappeared and reappeared just as fast, a large glass in hand. "Here, take this, you look like you need it," she yelled over the blaring music, handing the glass to the small brunette. Beca gave a small smirk before taking the glass and having her first legal sip of alcohol. She merely shrugged her shoulders and nodded approvingly before the red head disappeared into the crowd. Beca spotted an empty table and opted to sit at it, a few of the other Bellas following her, starting to chat.

The drink she had been handed when she first arrived was gone, and empty shot glasses were on the table. Her head was fuzzy with booze finally starting to kick in, and she hummed in satisfaction. "Beca, c'mon!" she heard Chloe call, beckoning her to the dance floor. "Aw, c'mon Chlo, I don't think I should," she said tentatively, still not quite feeling that drunk to embarrass herself on the dance floor. "Well in that case, better have one of these," Fat Amy chimed in, setting a shot of Jack Daniel's whiskey in front of the smaller girl. "Are you serious?" Beca asked, her nose wrinkling, but she was shot a look that said 'If you don't do this, I'll shove a dingo up your arse', so Beca just sucked it up, and downed the shot, scrunching up her face at the burning sensation that trickled down her throat. "Now, Beca?" Chloe urged, and Beca couldn't disagree this time.

The song Fist Pump, Jump, Jump was playing, which was a recent favorite of the brunette's, and slowly she started relaxing and let the beat move her body for her. Between the shots being handed to her and her buzz turning into a more solidified drunkenness, she hadn't realized that in this point in time that Chloe was behind her, and she was grinding up on her. To be honest, Beca didn't really care, Chloe was her best friend, and they were really close; the girl was laughing and enjoying herself until she saw a dark figure sitting at the bar watching her.

Her dancing had slowed as her eyes took in the figure. Icy blue eyes were watching her every move, Beca's eyes kept travelling south. Dark red lipstick framing the smirk that was on the mysterious face, a tight black tank top, and extremely tight leather pants. The Bella hadn't realized that she had suddenly stopped dancing, to stare at the figure, and when the woman licked her lips, she nearly choked on air and stumbled forward. "Everything ok Becs?" Chloe asked, her hand sneaking around the front of Beca, and just under the edge of her shirt. "Y-yeah, I think I need another drink," she stammered, her eyes darting to her friend and away from the woman that she had basically been eye-fucking.

Pushing herself away from her friend, she headed towards the bar, and pulled her ID from her skinny jeans. "Uh, a shot of.. vodka, anything really," she said, putting her ID in the bartenders hand. "Make that two," a husky voice said from behind her; she already knew that the thickly accented German voice belonged to the woman that had been sitting at the bar merely minutes ago. Once the glasses hit the table, Beca nearly downed hers, but the blonde stopped her, taking a seat. The Bella swallowed hard, nervous, heck, more than nervous, she felt intimidated. "Such a tiny maus like you should not rush to finish such a fine drink, ja?" the woman's voice sounded, sending shivers down Beca's spine.

The brunette managed to bring her brown eyes up to the blue eyes that she had seen once before, and yet again she lost her breath. "If you weren't so perfectly flawless-" she stopped herself, feeling the blood rush to her face. A grin lined the older woman's face as she drank her shot, popping an eyebrow at the younger woman. "Well?" she inquired, and Beca couldn't do anything except take the shot. It was smooth, nothing like she'd ever tasted before, very much vodka, but something about the blonde being around made it almost that much better. The Bella bit her lip, her eyes darting around still seeing people dancing, the music blaring, and she noticed some of the other Bellas eyeing her, especially Chloe and Fat Amy.

The temptation to return to the security of her friends was strong, but there was something about this woman that made Beca want to stay; even though it could just be the effects of the alcohol. Those icy blue eyes were burning into her, and she felt herself wanting to say something stupid, so instead she introduced herself, "I'm Beca."

"Luisa."

The response was simple, but it still felt like there was more that needed to be said. "What's a gorgeous specimen like yourself doing in a club like this?" she asked, trying to strike up a larger conversation, not wanting it to end. "I'm a part of a group, Das Sound Machine, we had a performance recently, and decided to celebrate that it went well." An eyebrow was raised as Luisa stood, expecting a reason from the small brunette as well.

"It's my birthday, I just turned 21," Beca stated simply, her eyes wandering Luisa's figure more often than keeping eye contact. She couldn't focus on just one part of the woman, and she wondered whether it was the alcohol or the fact that the taller woman was practically a Goddess. "Well it seems in that case that you are deserving of some kind of… gift," the blonde whispered huskily into the Bella's ear, her hand outstretched, guiding Beca to the dance floor.

The alcohol had set in, the room was starting to spin, and the only thing Beca could focus on was the tall blonde that was behind her, her own hands gripping at the woman's thighs and neck. Luisa's hands had been exploring the Bella's body, mainly the areas around the hem of her shirt and the occasional brush against the small woman's breasts. The heat between them was building and that was making Beca both nervous and anxious.

The brunette turned around facing Luisa, her lips slightly parted, her breathing a little quicker, and her face getting warmer. "Ah, what has you so flustered tiny mau-" the blonde started, her dark red lips crashing together with the smaller woman's soft pink ones. Luisa's hands rested on the small of Beca's back, while their tongues fought for dominance. It wasn't until the older woman nipped sharply at Beca's lower lip that she earned a moan from the younger woman, spiking her own arousal. Pulling back, she wore a smirk that Beca could only call devious. "Perhaps I should call you feisty maus," she chuckled, her eyes darkening slightly.

"C'mon," Beca insisted, tugging at the blonde's hand, leading her outside, and back towards campus.