Title: Nightlife
Rating: T
Length: One-shot
Summary: AH, AU. Bella's a shy, smart girl, stepping into the wild nightlife of New York City with her best friends, Rosalie and Alice. When she meets Edward, the grungy city slicker, chemicals react.
When I first saw him, my heart began pounding and my palms began sweating. My two best friends didn't notice; they never do. I said, "Uh, I'm gonna go get a drink."
Alice and Rosalie both nodded absentmindedly and continued their conversation on Gucci versus Chanel. I drifted over to the bar and murmured to the bartender, "Martini, dry, no olive."
He grunted and handed over the drink. I was about to hand him a couple bills when a smooth, velvet voice said, "Don't worry. I've got that."
My heard leaped. So this was the voice of that bronze-haired Adonis. I smiled in what I hoped was a coy manner and said, "Thanks, darlin'. I'm Bella."
His reply? "I'm Edward. I guess you're new here, huh, Bella?"
I nodded and took a sip, relishing in the slight burning. I asked, "How long've you been here, Edward?"
He replied, downing a shot of what I guessed was gin, "I came here from Chicago when I was three, so practically my whole life."
I nodded and finished off my cocktail. His emerald eyes watched me as I did so. My eyes kept to the glass, though, so as not to stare at him. Edward called over his shoulder, "Another shot for me and another martini for the lady!"
Quickly, they were given to us. We spoke a little, and I started getting the whirlies in my stomach, along with the drunken feeling. Eventually, I decided it was time to go find Alice and Rose. I smiled at Edward, "Thank you very much for the drinks and the talk."
Edward handed me a little piece of paper and said, "If you need anything, Bella, just call."
I winked and said, "I surely will, hun."
His eyes got big and I laughed as I went to find my friends.
Ding! I know, it leaves something to be desired. But you can imagine your own ending!