This is an idea that's been in my head for goodness so long and so I thought it was about time i put it down in writing. I don't know what you'll think of this but i had fun writing it when i was on holiday stuck in the car for the six hour drive to holland.
Anyways, so in my little story here, Edward left in New Moon and instead of falling into depression Bella got mad. Tired of constantly being reminded of him she picks up and moves to England where she makes some new friends and probably falls in with the wrong crowd depending on how you look at it, i quite like them really. A couple of years down the line her old friends came and joined her and together they found a job in a nightclub/bar type place. Definitely not regular Bella's cup of tea but this is new Bella, interesting Bella, Bella that won't be pushed over, Bella that's given herself the stagename Scarlett and reinvented herself with the help of Joe, her possibly gay, possibly straight new friend. Having stuck around in La Push long enough to learn how to ride a motorbike out in London she's bought herself a Harley and drives it like a Cullen. New piercings, a new tattoo and a whole new attitude this is a fun Bella... at least she was having fun until someone she thought she'd left behind shows up.
Okay, so i may have realised how that sounds slightly like a TV advert or something but ah well, enjoy!
Gliding across the floor effortlessly balancing two trays packed full of glasses on one arm she couldn't have looked more out of place within the crowd of staggering drunks and heavily pierced and tattooed men if she'd tried. Sure, she was wearing the supplied uniform which enabled the rest of the staff fluidly blend with the mass of darkly clothed ruffians frequenting the bar but she just didn't for some implacable reason. The standard leather pants she was wearing were ripped across the knees, incidentally her leather jacket was looking a little worse for wear as well but she wasn't wearing it in the overheated bar. Instead the bar's logo was almost painfully obvious across the back of her tightly-fitted black t-shirt. The rest of the girls were wearing the t-shirts as well and each had a specifically coloured strip around the neckline and sleeves and each had their named printed below the logo on their back in the same colour. Her colour was blood red and when the light hit her from certain angles red showed in her hair and flashed through her eyes. Behind the counter the blues were tossing bottles through the air and other reds were dancing provocatively on the counter drawing almost the entire crowd to the edges of the bar.
Slamming down the counter as she slid back behind the bar passing the trays to a guy waiting in the doorway who then disappeared leaving the doors to swing back, rattling the 'staff only' sign on it's hook. Spinning on the heel of her boots she turned to face the customer calling her attention. Taking the note from him she pulled two bottles from the wall and kicked the radio switch under the character, changing the song as she threw the bottles to a blue who proceeded to mix the drink for the man as she jumped on to the counter with the rest of the reds. As she started to dance one of the other girls approached her and as they ground against each other they started to talk.
"Ruby" She drawled, drawing out the vowel sounds "When do you get off tonight?"
"Half an hour, what are you thinking of Scar?"
"I'm thinking I really feel like drinking tonight"
"I like that p-" She was cut off by the music changing, thus signalling the arrival of the purples. As they filed off the counter the other girl leaned over to her ear.
"Violet's on tonight isn't she?"
"Oh yeah, this should be fun then"
The purples, although not wearing a purple rimmed t-shirt were still called the purples as that was the lining on the standard jackets they had received. However, they were easily identified as the purples as they simply weren't wearing tops at all. The counter filled with girls in leather pants and lingerie, much to the cheers of the crowd. At this point a man's head poked out from the kitchen holding new bottles of certain alcohols and she slid over and took them from him, suddenly reminded that she was supposed to be working on restocking the bar. As the purples danced on the bar counter and with a few customers she busied herself refilling the drinks holders attached to the walls. She went through to the back rooms and emerged with her arms full of bottles yet again. Placing them down on a shelf behind the bar she wiped her brow and checked one of the three watches twisted up her arm. Glad to see there was only five minutes left of her shift; she replaced the rum containers before heading out back to grab her jacket, helmet and purse.
She was met outside by Scarlett and together they put on their helmets and fired up their bikes. She pulled out of the lot screaming down the streets, picking up speed as fast as she could. Swerving in and out of the light late evening traffic with a glance backwards to ensure that Scar was still behind her they veered off to the left and down several back alleys before pulling up outside a dark building with a fluorescent sign flashing on and off hanging over the doorway stating simply that it was a bar. Together they walked through the door and as the door slammed behind them most of the contents of the bar turned to look at them.
The lighting was dim with the only real light source being spotlights at the bar hanging precariously from their sockets in the ceiling. Bottles were lined up along shelves completely covering the wall behind the bar; they were arranged by coloured labels rather than by contents which meant interesting coloured contents where the lights were pointed directly at them. It seemed as though this was boldly stating that the bar was here to serve alcohol and do absolutely nothing else. There was an old radio behind the counter leaking old rock music in to the atmosphere. There were a few figures scattered along the seats at the bar and a few groups were seated in the shadows talking in hushed tones that seemed decidedly shady. There were a couple of girls sat on the bar singing along to a song and drinking something that looked dubious straight from the bottle and it was these two that they approached.
"Well well well, look what the cat dragged in"
"Friendly as always Sky"
"And don't you know it Scar!"
"Of course honey!" Sky waved the bottle as Scar who took it, held it up to the light, span it in her hands then placed it to her lips taking a large gulp. Not flinching she passed it on to Ruby, a devious smirk playing around her lips as she watched her friend take a swig, finally allowing herself a bark of laughter as Ruby started coughing and spluttering.
"Good stuff right Rubes?"
"I hate you"
"No, you love me"
"Only if you're going to find us something drinkable" With a nod and a smirk she swaggered down to where a man was stood behind the counter. He was dressed in black jeans and an AC/DC concert shirt.
"Hey Joe"
"Izzy, it's been too long" Leaning towards he they hugged and as they parted she hit him on the shoulder.
"You know that no one calls me that anymore"
"Yeah well as long as I'm the one mixing your drinks I get to call you Izzy and not this 'Scarlett' stage name business. Just as I get to call Ruby Jessica and Sky Angie"
"Oh whatever" She waved the topic away with a hand gesture. "Ruby wants something drinkable after nearly dying trying to drink your crazy ass rum"
"Hey, I like that stuff!"
"Apparently Sapphy does too" She said with a laugh, motioning down to where she was lying across the counter pouring the amber liquid into her mouth. "Talking of Sapphy are you two ever going to get it together as I'm getting sick of watching you eye-fuck her so often, in fact I'm starting to want to kill either myself or you"
"I don't know, but soon probably if it'll keep me alive"
"I thank you greatly" She said slipping into a very posh accent, even more English than the one she had acquired having lived here in England for the last six years. "But you know, I would be even more grateful if you were to fetch me a bloody drink!"
"Eye eye cap'n" He replied, saluting before turning around and grabbing three bottles from the shelves and one from under the counter. As he span them whilst pouring them into a tall glass she smiled appreciatively as she saw the labels on the bottles. Plucking an umbrella from a rail above his head he presented the glass to her with a flourish.
"Ah, a black bass. You know, you made this for me on my first night in England"
"Yeah and you nearly choked to death just smelling it!"
"Well sorry but it was my first alcoholic drink and you chose to give me one that contains two types of rum both over 50% proof!"
"Well you were the one that came into my ramshackle old bar in your shirt and skirt; you really did look very lost." Before he could continue she interrupted.
"What, so you decided to get me very very drunk?"
"Well it did loosen you up a bit" She promptly hit his arm.
"Yeah, but I ended up telling you my entire life story"
"Which was very interesting I might add" He interrupted but she continued her rant regardless.
"I had you crush over my ex"
"I was not crushing!"
"And I told no less than twenty total strangers they were gorgeous!"
"Well that was funny" He said laughing while she just glared at him. Taking a large sip of her drink she got up and walked over to the others, leaving Joe to laugh to himself.
"What did you get Scar?" Ruby asked as she approached but Scar just finished the glass in one and placed it back on the counter.
"Something you wouldn't have liked" She replied, poking her tongue out
"You're so immature"
"Ah, but you love me for it"
"Suuuuure, but I still need a drink!"
"Are you incapable of ordering one for yourself?"
"No, but it's your turn"
"How about we get someone else to buy them?" She replied, trying to find a way out of paying again. It certainly wasn't that she couldn't but she didn't like spending her money if she could avoid it.
Ruby smirked at her then turned to scan the bar over. "Ooh, how about those guys" She said looking towards a group of tall dark skinned men all holding beers sat around a table in the back corner.
"Eh, I don't think so" Scar replied, looking around the bar until her eyes came to rest on three tall guys all in leather jackets leaning on the bar. "How about them?"
"Nice pick" Ruby replied with a smirk. Scar headed across the floor swaying her hips while Ruby followed. As they got closer she could see that one had spiky blonde hair and brown eyes, one had brown shaggy hair and green eyes and one had floppy black hair and blue eyes. Ruby leaned towards her to whisper in her ear
"Shotgun the black hair"
"Honey, he's yours" She replied.
Sashaying up to the men she placed her hand on the guy with brown hair's arm and practically purred "Fancy buying us a drink?"
"Sure, what're you drinking?" Replied the same guy.
"Guess"
"How about sambuca for you and vodka for your friend?"
"That sounds good" She purred again. As he turned to the bar she nodded at Joe who changed the song for her, as was routine when she was picking up a guy. He returned with the drink and she downed it in one then pulled on his hand.
"Dance with me?" It wasn't a question, it was a command and he was more than willing to comply. Slowly they swayed together and before long she was grinding against him and Ruby was doing the same with the black haired guy. As he leaned down for another kiss the doors swung open and the blast of air gave her goose bumps although it didn't feel like it was just from the cold. She turned to look and there in the doorway was a stunning blonde and a tiny black spiky haired woman who both looked far too familiar for comfort.
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