Lips like Morphine

The golden blonde gracefully taken her material bag from the locker, clear to do the act slowly in front of the other chatting bartenders', modifying the uniform and making the articles of clothing to dirty and shameless to wear. She had no care to debate cheating on the best thing that happened to her-her mate. Emmett. Yet, the human mate Edward possessed happened to plague her thoughts. How could she really apologize to the thing?

The other women looked at her strangely. A mix of confusion and disgust. A blonde-haired woman, clearly underage, goes to the locker room to get an empty bag. I smiled; I wanted the satisfaction of catching the humans share alcohol in the act.

"What are you girl's drinking? Get back to work!" The tipsy manager hollered at the shameless bartenders.

"I apologize Mrs. Cullen, let me make it up to you with dinner."

"I prefer not to." I said through my teeth with a smile too beautiful to be human.

"Well, then a bottle of our finest Irish Cream-Baileys!" He pulled out the bottle, as if to surprise and congratulate her. There was none. She had seen it come from a mile away since he walked through the door. He smiled toothily.

"It was an honor having such a decent hard working employee, honestly Mrs. Rosalie." She debated if this was said to all him employees. She was guessing he did not.

She bared her teeth equivalently, taking the delicate glass bottle of Baileys and she saw him shudder in her peripheral vision as she exited the building. Her phone vibrated and river flows in you by Yiruma filled the silence and she waited to hear the melody before picking it up.

"Rosalie Hale."

"Why didn't you pick up the first time?" The pixie voice of Alice asked.

"Ringtone." I smiled to myself.

"Ok, well-do us a favor." The 'us' didn't go lost on her.

"Edward and I are going wedding shopping in a bit. So look after Bella, a special request from the family, seeing as you want to make it up to her and Edward." She flinched but answered the clearly sarcastic question.

"Fine-before you see this in a vision, and don't tell serious here-can I feed the human whiskey?" As a human, she had never really gotten to taste alcohol-just with the knowledge that it lead to her demise when her fiancé

"Al- Well, she's giving up human and the privledge of being single, just don't wreck her brain ok?"

"Sure." She said gleefully.

With the addition of the bottle of whiskey, she had gotten an idea. She was going to give Bella a wedding gift, a special one.

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"Bella." The bronze haired god said softly. It had not sounded like the confirmation it was intended. The brunette human with average brown eyes and a healthy flush looked to her lover. "Yes?"

"…I have to go out, and Rosalie will be watching you." At first, the human looked a little disappointed and then panicked.

"Why can't I be looked after by Alice…or even Emmett?" she flinched. She hoped her beloved would take no offense, his buttery gold eyes softened.

"Because they're playing rock band and trying to measure the vampire's world record at teenage gaming, and they specifically requested Rosalie. She'll behave."

Bella blushed in embarrassment, and pouted. Holding him to her lovingly before letting him go.

She giggled. "I'm guessing you have to leave now." He retrieved his shirt hiding his smile.

"Getting more perceptive-if enough you don't have to be a vampire." Her giggling halted. He was only being sarcastic and half meant it.

"Edward." She whispered.

"Gotta go." His eyes narrowed into slits at the ground, he messed things up again. He heard the faraway purr of Rosalie's engine and threw her a carefree smile before striding at vampire speed out of the small house.

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Instantly, the door bell rang. Bella sighed, disgruntled and mentally prepared herself. She wore a turtle neck sweater over her tank top, and flannel pants.

She was not prepared for the sight she was to see.

The blonde wore a closed mouth smile, wide with glee. She held 2 intricate glasses between her fingers. She wore a black strapless button up vest, over a white work blouse with black silk pants. Her golden eyes framed with thick lashes-to be honest, she laughed madly. The blonde's eyes narrowed at her beautifully. There could be no simply 'cute' for a woman of her Excalibur.

"What?" her wind chimes voice asked.

"I was terrified…for nothing!" she burst into another fit of giggles. The supermodel arched a brow but stepped inside, the place shrinking with her beauty. She didn't describe things like this so much when Edward was here-maybe it was because she had so much to compare.

"I hope not." Her voice airy like the women who talk with men 'about' phone sex. She blushed again. A smile threatening to crack at the corner of her lips.

"Let's get this party started."