Author's note: This is my first attempt at a drabble fic, originally I had posted this a while ago with much longer chapters but decided that in terms of updating a drabble would be much easier to work on; so please go easy on me!

This fic will have no angst whatsoever, but there will be a little drama, plenty of humour and a lot of romance. M is the rating for now due to the language and situations; I haven't yet made up my mind about writing a lemon so if you are at all interested in collaborating with me to write one send me a message.

All the usual suspects will appear along with some characters that seem to be sometimes forgotten in fan fiction and they will be OOC (out of character) slightly.

Summary

Life's all about taking chances right? Sick of wasting her time in a dead end relationship Bella Swan decides to take a chance and dump her immature boyfriend to find something more meaningful. Edward Cullen's best friend is about to marry a woman he doesn't truly love and instead of celebrating at his bachelor party he's drowning his sorrows. The two groups collide during a weekend trip to Las Vegas; relationships are tested and new friendships are formed.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight; I just like to play with the characters.

This was definitely not how I imagined my day going when I dragged my ass out of bed this morning, somewhat reluctantly I might add as I remembered the tasks I had set myself for the day. Number one was submitting the final draft of my weekly column to Felix, my fabulously camp boss, editor of Eclipse Entertainment magazine. I had been up until the ass crack of dawn this morning writing and re-writing until I was happy with the final product. I could only pray that Felix would be as happy with it as I was.

The second task of the day was what brought me here, the middle of Jacob Black's poorly decorated living room, where I was currently rooted to the floor in a state of complete shock.

"Bells?" Jacob asked uncertainly staring up at me.

Suddenly aware that I had been gaping at him rudely for the past few minutes, I snapped my mouth. Running my hands through my long, chocolate brown hair the way I always did when I was stressed or in this case uncomfortable, I willed myself to find the right words to answer his question. This however proved impossible as right now words simply failed me.

Jacob shifted uncomfortably to kneel on his other knee on the hard wooden floor. "Bella will you marry me?" His tone did little to mask his irritation which was a stark contrast to the cocky, self-assured one he had used 3 minutes previous.

I felt a bubble of laughter rising in my chest that I desperately tried to control, not exactly the most appropriate reaction to the current situation. But seriously he had to be kidding, right?

Surely this must be some kind of joke; I mean I wasn't even aware that our relationship was serious enough for this, Jacob was hardly the type. You know the kind of guy that wants to settle down and in the beginning I was okay with that. Probably because I was blinded by the fact that he's incredibly hot, I'm not exaggerating he's super sexy, totally ripped.

We had a lot of fun together but now I was ready to move forward with my life and Jacob didn't really fit anymore. In hind sight we should have never crossed the line between just friends and being something more. It probably would have suited us a hell of a lot better than the messed up situation we were in now.

I wanted something more solid, serious, dependable and I knew damn well that I wasn't going to get that with Jacob.

He was unreliable, I couldn't even count the amount of times (because there were just so damn many) he had stood me up and of course I never got an apology. Jacob would spout off some ridiculous excuse then flash me his megawatt smile, because he knew he'd gotten away with it, again.

Secondly, he's freakishly hot; silky, cropped black hair, russet coloured skin, (thanks to his Quileute ancestry) and over six foot five. Most girls wouldn't see this as being a bad thing, quite the opposite but the problem was that he knowsjust how hot he is and as a result is absolutely in love with himself.

Lastly Jacob Black was a major flirt; he loved attention and getting his over inflated ego stroked. He was completely inappropriate, flirting with waitresses when we went out for dinner, making sexual remarks to bar tenders while standing beside me and basically just outright staring at random girls that walked past him, flashing that smile and throwing in a wink.

All in all he was really just a total douche and he didn't possess any traits one looks for in a significant other. I had no idea what possessed me to ever start a relationship with the giant idiot in the first place, let alone stay in said relationship for this long. And now he was proposing to me?