#chloebeale

Last month I got to witness @chloebeale and @djbubblegum’s wedding and meet @ridiculously-over-obsessed and @chubby-maimaki in person.

Beca: ever wondered if you might have some narcissism? serious question, i sometimes wonder if i have some.

Chloe: some people have sex injuries, and some people, let’s call them me, have a fapping injury which flares up from time to time.

Aubrey: Remember, it’s better to walk in on both of your parents doing it than just one of them.

Emily: You ever wonder how long it took Adam and Eve to figure out what went where? Like what was that process like, did he put it in her nose, or her ear, or under her arm, before finally figuring it goes in the vag? These are the things I think about…

Fat Amy: 69’ing is overrated. The 96 is where it’s at. That’s an upside down 69, where y’all’s arses lay on the back of your partner’s head. Farting is optional.

Stacie: help! stuck in horny jail and need to raise money for bail!

Cynthia-Rose: If they started making donuts that taste like vajay, would you try one?

Flo: Did you know that when men are captured by cannibal tribes, just before they boil them, the tribal leaders show the men pornographic images so that they get an erection and there’s more meat on them?

Lilly: would you ever have sex in the woods? or a graveyard?

thanks for the request! i hope this is suffice. <3

Chloe woke up on Tuesday, nerves filling her body. The sun had just risen. The birds were chirping and flying around in circles through the sky. Chloe’s alarm had woken her at eight. She took a cold shower, wishing not to waste the hot water, and was drinking a warm latte just ten minutes after. She watched the morning news, mumbling curses at the political pieces. By the time she was dressed, the news was playing a puppy segment. She smiled, switching off the television when it was done. She left the apartment by ten.

The redhead walked down the street to meet her two best friends. Aubrey and Amy were standing on the block corner, waving obnoxiously. Today was the day Chloe had been waiting for with nerve. It was also the day Aubrey had been dreading. Amy was very excited. They would be getting tattoos. Matching tattoos. The three girls had become a “groupe de trois” in college when they joined an a cappella group. Chloe and Aubrey were already years into college when freshman Amy met them.

They decided to get matching tattoos weeks ago. Today was finally the day. Aubrey leads the others to her car, which she had parked in a carpark an hour prior. The girls laughed, driving to the only tattoo parlor that Aubrey had approved. Aubrey could be a bit picky, but it balanced out Chloe’s open mindedness and Amy’s boldness. The three pulled into the lot at 11:50, which Chloe thought was perfect. Aubrey thought that they were late. Their appointment was at noon.

Chloe’s boot clomped against the ground as they entered the shop. Aubrey was taken aback by the soft rock that filled her ears as the door shut behind them. A little man with long hair peeked his head over the desk. He had a sleeve of skulls, and a nose ring. Amy walked closer to the desk and said, “Hi, we’re here for some tats.”

“Did you have an appointment already?” Little man asks.

“Yeah. We’re supposed to be scheduled for noon.” Aubrey chimes in, stepping closer to the desk.

“Alright perfect. Uh Beca is just finishing up with somebody at the moment and then Jackson is just hanging out in the back. We’ll get going in a minute.” The man said, standing up and walking back.

A guy, who Chloe assumes is Jackson, walks to the front desk and takes Aubrey to the back. Chloe and Amy stand at the front, listening to the music. A brown-haired woman in a leather jacket and doc martens walks out of a curtain with front desk man and another guy in a black tank top. Chloe can’t stop staring at this woman, who she assumes just got a tattoo. Only now, Chloe realizes, the woman jumps behind the front desk and looks at the computer. Amy walks to the back with the small man, waving.

“You’re also getting one?” The woman asks, making eye contact with Chloe.

“Yeah.” Chloe mumbles bashfully, as the other woman scans her body.

“Alright, I’m Beca” The woman says, grabbing Chloe’s hand, “Come on then.”

Beca leads Chloe to the back of the tattoo shop where theres a black curtain hanging from the ceiling. She helps Chloe into the chair. Chloe scans the space. Beca has band posters on the walls, a record player in the corner. “OO Oasis,” Chloe says, pointing to the wall, “I love them.”

“Yeah,” Beca says, sitting down on a chair, getting out a tattoo gun and ink. She spins her chair towards Chloe with a smirk. “So are you gonna tell me what your name is?”

“Oh, sorry. Just nervous that’s all. Uh. I’m Chloe.”

Beca smiles. “Don’t be too nervous,” she says, turning around to prepare the equipment, “You’re really pretty, whatever you get is gonna look dope.” Chloe smiles, blushing.

After a moment of silence, Beca speaks up again, brushing the previous comment off of her shoulder. “So what were we thinking of getting?”

“Oh I’m thinking something simple. I want it to say, ‘Bella’ and then I want to put a burrito next to it.” Chloe says.

“Well I do hope that you and Bella stay together for awhile. This one might be a little hard to explain.” Beca says, letting out a chuckle.

“Oh it’s not a relationship tattoo-”

“Oh I’m sorry. I totally just-”

“No it’s cool. It makes sense that you’d think that,” Chloe says, giggling. “My friends and I met in college. We were in an a cappella group called ‘The Bellas’ and then a guy threw a big ass burrito on one of them. So. That’s what that is.”

“So,” Beca says, sitting back down, “No burrito-obsessed girlfriend named Bella?”

“Nah.”

After a few more minutes of silence, Beca turns to Chloe to show her some sample stencils. Chloe really likes all of them, even though it is very hard to take a burrito seriously. Chloe points to the one on the left, and Beca tosses the other one onto the table. “So where do you want this thing?”

“Well I don’t really know. I was thinking maybe my shoulder. I don’t know where they’re getting theirs.”

“Shoulder sounds good. I can put a stencil there so you can see what it looks like.” Beca says, printing a second stencil. “Which arm?”

Chloe points to her left. “Do you want me to move my shirt?” She says, nervously fumbling with the hem of her sweater.

“Only if you’re comfy with it, but I don’t know how great I can do it through this. It is recommended.” Beca jokes, before Chloe pulls her top off entirely. Beca gasps, her eyes lingering on Chloe’s toned abs. Beca curses herself. She shouldn’t be flirting with a client.

Beca places the stencil onto Chloe’s left shoulder, and grabs the mirror to show her. “That looks great.”

“Alright, then we can get going. Do you want some tunes? I have a record player back here, you can pick something. But beware. It sounds super hipster coming outta that thing.” Beca says, pulling Chloe in the direction of the record player. Chloe picked Nirvana.

“Good choice.”

Chloe’s eyes follow Beca as the brunette went to the sink to wash her hands. She throws her leather jacket to the chair next to her, revealing a sleeve of patchwork. “Oo. Did you do those yourself? I love that.”

“Some of them,” Beca says, wheeling a cart over to the chair, “What’s your favorite?”

“I like this one,” Chloe says, pointing to a skull with Hozier lyrics next to it.

“Yeah I did that one. I like the skull, but the song isn’t as meaningful as it was when I did it.” She explains, chuckling. “Don’t do song lyrics.”

“Noted.” Chloe mumbles.

“Ready?” Beca says, hooking up the machine.

“Yeah.” Chloe says, exhaling.

Beca reaches for Chloe’s arm, and grabs the machine. Chloe scans over Beca’s sleeve, looking at each tattoo. After a few minutes, Chloe mumbles, “Shit.”

Beca immediately takes the needle away, and sits back in her chair. “Everything okay?” She asks quickly.

“Yeah, I was just thinking about something. Didn’t mean to spook you or anything. It’s all good.”

“Alright.” Beca says, moving back towards the redhead. She continues tattooing, looking up at Chloe each time she felt her tense up. At one point, the redhead moved Beca’s hair out of her face. Beca swears that she saw Chloe bite her lip. The brunette blushed and continued working on Chloe’s arm. Chloe knew what she was doing, and she liked it.

“Okay, I’ll get started on the burrito now. Just to be clear—you wanted a line drawing? Like not shaded in?” Beca asked, moving the needle away from Chloe’s arm.

“Yeah that sounds perfect.” Chloe said.

After a few more minutes of tattooing, Beca tilted her head to the side, running the needle along Chloe’s shoulder. Chloe caught a whiff of Beca’s perfume. She was intoxicated by it. The slight woodsy scent, but not campfire. The sweet scent made Chloe’s mind wander. “Oh my god. What perfume are you wearing? I literally. Like. I just want to keep smelling you. That sounds weird. What is it?” Chloe said, stuttering over almost all of her words.

“Well. Thanks. It’s ‘Sappho’ by Lush. All the girls love it.” Beca said with a wink.

“So that’s the goal?”

“Not always, but it’s appreciated.” Beca flirts, smiling, wiping a towel over Chloe’s shoulder.

“Do you flirt with all of your clients?”

“No. I’m really not supposed to. But you’re making it a little hard at the moment.” Beca says, blushing as she cleans up the cart.

“Oh. Sorry.” Chloe says, feeling a little ashamed.

“Don’t be sorry. I like it,” Beca flirts, writing on a few papers. “Here’s your guide to having a tattoo. Basically what you should and shouldn’t do. And something you should do—uh. My number. It’s in there. I don’t know what you’re into but I’d love to take you out.”

“I’ll definitely call you.” Chloe says, leaving the space.

She meets Amy and Aubrey back at the front, where they compare tattoos and pay. Chloe leaves a nice tip. She makes eye contact with Beca, who is now standing behind the desk, as she exits the shop. Beca sends her another wink.

Oh dude, the Pandora Files? It's taking so much more time than I thought it would. But here's a little sneak peek!

Beca let Chloe lead her towards the scene despite the fact that she could have found it herself. Her body still ached and she knew that the girl would have put up a fight if anything different was done. Emily clutched a camera to her chest and Aubrey pet her gun like she would need it.

Akila was leaning heavily on a wet large rock and a officer seemed to be coaxing answers out of her. A man that Beca would describe as “In Charge” stood in a hat that leaned too far into his eyes to protect against the sun. He stood over a body, covered with a sheet that had muddied from the ground.

“Inspector Mousa, one tough bitch.” Chloe mumbled into Beca’s ears as they stopped by the tape “He’s just as doubtful that this is supernatural as you are.”

“I never said it wasn’t supernatural. I’m just saying that we should take in all factors and then decide if this is otherworldly. This just looks like another crime scene to me.”

Chloe deadpanned “His left arm is gone.”

“A shark?” Aubrey asked.

Emily leaned as far over the line as she could “No, impossible. There aren’t any sharks big enough to do that. The biggest thing you’ll find out here is the Nile Perch. It’s an invasive species that can grow larger than a great white, but they’re not known to enjoy human flesh.”

Chloe frowned and whispered “Gross,”

Akila seemed to notice them then, she stood to her full height and waved them over. The man that held the caution tape eyed them for a moment before letting all four of them through. Mousa seemed to catch wind of them as well, curious and steadfast.

“You’re tramping through a crime scene,” He said tiredly.

“Not a crime scene when you know who the perpetrator is, Inspector.”

“Enough, Akilia. There is no Succubus here. This is another victim of the elements.”

Beca felt a surge of anger lick at the back of her neck. Maybe it was the hot Egyptian sun. She hated the smug look on Inspector Mousa’s face. Under his bushy mustache peppered with gray stood something akin to a smirk. She tightened her fists at her side and focused her attention on the body. Her eyes were hard and Chloe watched her carefully.

“I am perfectly competent to declare this an accident.” The stout man that stood close to the Inspector said. His voice was too high for his frame and his clothes were loose against his bones.

“Last time I checked, you actually have to do the autopsy to rule out El Naddaha.” Akila growled.

“No, I actually have to have common sense to rule the supernatural out. Show up at another crime scene like this and we’ll have you thrown in a ward. Is that what you want?”

Beca lifted the yellow tape and ignored the officer that tried to grip at her wrist. She threw herself between the two men, the Inspector and the coroner, and Akila. The girl seemed to grip onto her reflexively.

“That’s enough, boys. I think you both have jobs you should be doing and patronizing a young girl does not seem to fit that description.”

The inspector had a hard look on his face as he sized her up. Aubrey was buzzing behind the caution tape, her fingers playing with the plastic corner while the other twitched at her side. She was tempted to draw her weapon, tempted but not resolute. Emily continued to stare at the body, brow furrowed.

“Who, in the fresh hell are you fatatan?” He spit the last word.

It took everything in Beca not to make use of the fist she had curled her hand into moments ago. Instead she lifted it with a charming and polite smile, unfurling her fingers and lilting her head to the side. “Agent Beca Mitchell with the United States Government. I believe I have full jurisdiction over this crime scene, and more importantly, over the girl.”

“She’s a suspect in a string of murders.” The short man said bitterly.