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No Drink

Looking around at all the drunken people made me realize I didn't need to be drinking to have a good time. I didn't want Edward to think the only way I could have fun was when I was completely hammered. Plus, I would probably end up doing some crazy stuff I would regret in the morning. I could just imagine waking up with a tattoo of JT on my hipbone and my hair dyed pink.

It happened to Tanya one time, only her tattoo was the ugly Backstreet boy, AJ. And she got it on the small of her back. She drunkenly got an AJ tramp stamp.

I couldn't risk it.

"I'm fine with club soda right now, but be my guest. You may need it," I gestured toward the stage just as Emmett started singing the first line of Grey Street. I absolutely despised the song, but Emmett's voice was really good. It was so smooth, not gravely at all. I wouldn't have expected something like that to come out of such a solid guy. I expected him to be forceful and in your face, but he seemed to be so powerful but yet so mellow too. He was amazing.

I looked over at Edward and saw him wince. "Yeah, I need alcohol. Sorry, Bella." He raised his arm up, signaling a bartender, and the bad ass chick charged her way over to us.

"Edward," she said. She was trying to act indifferently, as if she wasn't affected by his mere presence, but the speed at which she ran to his side when summoned said differently. She wanted him.

"Hi, K. Can I have a rum and coke please?" Edward gave her a tight smile.

"What about her?" K jerked her head in my direction. She shot me a glare and possibly a snarl, but it was too low to decipher.

"I'll stick with my club soda," I mumbled. What was her problem? She wasn't being very friendly, but maybe that's how she treated everyone.

I watched as she walked away with more of a sway to her hips. It was so obvious that she was trying to get his attention. Edward rolled his eyes and leaned in, his mouth almost touching my ear. "I used to tutor her in Biology. She couldn't take the hint that I wasn't interested. Seems she's still a little peeved that I turned her down."

"I can tell," I laughed. She practically threw down his drink, causing some of the liquid to splash over the glass and land on the bar. She grunted a response when Edward handed her his credit card.

"I'm guessing you don't want to start a tab with her?" I laughed as he took a sip of his drink.

"No, I think I'll pass on that one. Or if I get another, I'll ask the dude who keeps checking you out." Edward tilted his head in the direction of Charles. My gaze followed his, where sure enough, Charles was looking in our direction. When he saw me looking, he shot me a cheeky grin.

I rolled my eyes and turned back to Edward. "He's just being nice. Or it's my cleavage in this dress. I feel like my boobs are touching my chin." It took me a second to realize that verbal diarrhea had just happened. I took a tentative look at Edward, whose eyes were glued to said cleavage.

It seemed like changing out of my normal uniform of yoga pants and T-shirt was a good choice. But if Edward noticed me when I looked like I belonged on a period commercial—the one where the women look like hot messes but also quite comfortable—then I didn't need to dress up like a prostitute.

At least, not every day.

"Well, maybe it's that." He took a big sip of his drink, giving me a wink. I swear, someone told him what that wink does to me, or he practiced it in the mirror and knew how good he looked using it.

It was probably that.

We sat in comfortable silence as Edward finished his drink and we listened to Emmett sing another Dave song. I only slightly wanted to pull out my eardrums, but looking over at Edward smiling at me made everything worth it.

"Hey, did you get your credit card back?" I asked. Edward looked at me and gave me a sluggish shrug. I looked at him closely, and the smiling Edward I saw two minutes ago was long gone.

Edward was slumped over the bar, with his head resting on his arms as they folded themselves on top of the counter. His eyes were heavy, and it looked as though he was trying to sleep.

"Edward," I said shaking him.

He jerked up in fright, but his actions weren't normal. He almost lost his balance and slid off his stool. "Whoa," Edward said as he tried to steady himself.

"I know the music's bad, but you don't have to fall asleep on me," I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Bella, I feel really weird," he said. His eyes were glassy.

"I feel like … ike … like…" His voice trailed off as he tried to find what to say.

I frowned as Edward struggled to form sentences. He continued to mumble away to himself as he glanced around the bar. A few times he tried to stand, but each time he just fell back against the stool.

"Edward, what's going on? You're acting drunk." And I thought I was a light weight!

He shook his head before slumping against me. His whole weight against me almost knocked me off my seat, but I managed to keep us both upright. "Edward?" I leaned down to his level and saw that he was completely passed out. It looked as though he was sleeping, but after only one drink I knew it couldn't be that.

K came sauntering back up the bar and threw his credit card in front of us. "It's on the house." She winked then walked back to her side of the bar.

I was so confused. What the hell just happened? This wasn't normal at all. Plus, something didn't sit right with that damn bitchy girl throwing me that snarky wink.

And then it came to me as I watched K talk to a group of girls, throwing some dirty looks my way. Edward was passed out because there was a little something extra in his drink. Something someone put in his drink. Someone who looked a little too bad-ass for me to confront.

I pulled out my phone and called Tanya. I struggled with my free hand to keep Edward from falling flat on his face. It rang a few times before her familiar voice shouted in my ear.

"You enjoying your night?" Tanya asked, her voice all high pitched with excitement.

"Actually, I need your help." My voice conveyed my panic.

_CYOA_

It took Tanya five minutes to get to the bar. Turns out she was a couple blocks away at the arcade. She said something about if a guy knows how to handle a joy stick, he knows how to handle her. I tried to explain that her theory made it sound like she had a penis, but she had already hung up and was coming to my rescue.

I let her believe what she wanted—I had bigger issues on my hands.

She ran in, her hair a crazy mess and her clothes a little disheveled. I didn't want to think of what she was doing, but it looked like something since her skirt was on backwards.

"What happened?" She sounded confused as she shot a glance at Edward.

My shoulder was starting to hurt from holding him up. He wasn't too heavy, but he wasn't that light either. On the plus side, I could smell his cologne which was still driving me nuts.

Even passed out, I still was drooling over this man.

"Who knows?" I groaned in frustration. "He got a drink from that scary-ass bartender and then started acting weird. Next thing I knew, he passed out."

Tanya looked over at the girl in question, and her eyes hardened. "That girl?" She rudely pointed right at the bartender. Luckily K didn't notice. She was too busy glaring at a drunk man as he attempted to flatter her with a pick up line.

I nodded and she crossed her arms in annoyance. "It sounds like she roofied him. Who the hell does that?" She kept glaring at her, hoping to get her attention. "What's the bitch's name anyway?"

"Edward called her K, but I didn't get to read her name tag." Tanya's eyebrows shot up.

"K? Only a letter? Even the Kardashian's were more creative with that damn letter that that!" I held back a laugh while I watched her get even more fired up.

"Did you at least make out in the bathroom with him or something?" she asked, frowning when I shook my head no. "Are you serious? All my hard work is being wasted because that bitch drugged him? No one does that to you or to me! What the fuck?"

She looked like she was ready to throw down. She pushed up her imaginary sleeves and had a look of crazy in her eyes. She was even breathing heavily, like she was working herself up to claw K's eye's out.

She slapped her hand on the bar and K peered at her for the first time with a look of annoyance. I cowered in my seat. "What?" she barked at Tanya.

Tanya squinted as she looked closer at K. "Hold on, is your name Ken?" She asked in disbelief.

"What's it to you?" K, who I guess was really Ken, walked in front of Tanya.

"Oh, God." Tanya laughed. I looked at her name tag and it indeed said Ken. Who names their daughter Ken? I almost felt bad for her, but then I looked down at Edward and realized she brought this on herself.

"Ken? Like Barbie's boyfriend? You have a man's name. Does it match the dick you're probably hiding underneath that skimpy skirt you're wearing?" Tanya snapped at her. Ken's eyes widened and she leaned over the bar, her face inches in front of Tanya's face.

"What'd you say?" Ken snarled.

"I said you have a male's name. It's ugly," Tanya said. Her body seemed to be vibrating with anger. "You have an ugly name and an ugly heart."

"My name isn't Ken you bitch," the bartender sneered. "It's Makenna. Ken's a nickname. How dumb can you be?"

"Well, from looking at your face, you look more like a Ken to me." Tanya smirked. Makenna, Ken, K, whatever her name was didn't seem to think it was funny. I did everything I could to hold back my laughter. I didn't want her to send that glare my way.

"What the fuck do you want?" she spit in my best friend's face.

"You ruined my night. You drugged this dude, you wasted all my time getting my best friend ready, and you hurt my hand."

Makenna leaned forward, looking like she wanted to slap Tanya in the face. "How did I hurt your hand, you crazy bitch?"

Tanya brought her fist back, and then swung at Makenna's face.

The sound of Tanya's fist making contact with Makenna's nose was one I would never forget. It wasn't as solid as the punches you see in action movies, but Tanya still made Makenna fall. She stumbled backwards, her hand clutching her bloody nose.

"That's how!" Tanya cheered. "And you got one thing right, I'm the crazy bitch around here!"

Everything in the bar seemed to stop. All eyes went to Tanya as she jumped up and down, cheering her victorious punch. Even the horrible Dave Matthews music stopped, and it was then that I realized it was starting to give me a headache.

Tanya's victory didn't last too long because Makenna leaned over the bar and slapped her bloody hand across Tanya's loud mouth.

Makenna's slap had nothing on Tanya's punch, but it was still enough to make Tanya scream in disgust about getting blood in her mouth, although she didn't let that distract her. Makenna laughed, happy that she managed to catch Tanya unaware. While reveling in her success she didn't see Tanya, who like an animal stalking her prey, jumped across the bar and pulled Makenna by the hair over to her. She landed with a thud on the sticky bar floor.

I watched in shock as Makenna pulled Tanya down. Tanya shrieked as she made contact with the ground. Everyone got a view of her crotch. It was like a Britney Spears moment, only not at all.

Tanya kicked Makenna in the face, but that didn't stop Makenna from pouncing on Tanya. There was a lot of hair pulling and screaming until some guy ran in and pulled Tanya off of Makenna.

"I hope you get Chlamydia, you crazy psycho," Makenna shouted as the guy made sure Tanya's kicking and screaming didn't get to her.

"Too bad you probably already have it, you fucking troll!" Tanya was going nuts, but the strong build of the guy seemed to get her back to reality.

"Oh, hello," she said, smiling at the grungy looking guy holding onto her. "You're cute."

He smiled back at her and I rolled my eyes. She could pick up someone anywhere.

It wasn't fair.

I ignored Tanya trying to work her magic on the guy and looked back at the bar. Charles didn't seem to even bat an eyelash, he just kept serving drinks. "Sorry about that," I said. I was so embarrassed by the scene Tanya pulled, and I had a feeling I wouldn't be welcomed again.

"Don't be!" Charles laughed. We watched Makenna limp to the back room, and Charles seemed to be excited by her pain. "She's a bitch. Plus, this is the third time she's roofied someone. But this time I can prove it so we can fire her now."

"So he really is roofied?" I asked pointing at a drooling Edward.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that." Charles said with a head nod. "She's crazy."

He handed me back my credit card with a hesitant smile. "I won't charge you. You made more money for me anyway with everyone wanting a drink to watch the show." He motioned toward the many people watching Tanya and her prince charming suck face, a drink in their hands.

It was all entertainment to them.

"Glad I could help," I said, annoyed, as he went back to the customers.

Tanya was practically humping the guy she met two minutes prior and I was still trying to hold up a passed out Edward. At least I wouldn't have to pretend to think of working out, because this had to have me working my abs or something equally exhausting.

"Tanya," I hissed, and she pulled away from her mystery man, her eyes blinking like she was clearing away the fog. "A little help here, please?"

"Let me help," Tanya's grungy guy said. His dirty blond hair didn't even look washed, but his arms were clearly what was drawing her in. He looked like he could crush someone with his biceps alone.

Tanya smiled as he helped pick up Edward. What a relief it was to not have his full weight against me. But my side felt like Jell-O and I knew I would be feeling it in the morning.

"Oh, watch out so his glasses don't fall off!" I said. God forbid something happened to those. He just nodded, signally he would take care of it.

"His name is Garrett and I felt his cock against my leg." She made a gesture of a length that had me closing my thighs. There was no way he was that big. He could break her!

"It's going to be a great night," Tanya whispered in my ear.

I looked at her and noticed her lips were bleeding and she looked like she had been through a battle. Her makeup was smeared, and it looked like she had a bruise on her cheek. She even had a cigarette butt in her bird's nest of hair.

"You look like a hot mess. Do you know your nipple is practically out?" I said, pointing at her exposed chest. She shrugged and fixed her top, her eyes going to Garrett's bulging biceps as he carried Edward.

"We can bring him to our place." Tanya smiled and nodded her head. She just wanted an excuse to have Garrett come over.

"Tanya!"

"What?" She shrugged her shoulders. "You don't know where he lives and we can't leave him here. Plus we have to get the hell out of here before butch Barbie calls the cops on my awesome ass."

She was right.

I couldn't leave Edward at a bar. He probably would wake up confused, or worse, under Makenna. I shuddered at that thought and nodded at Tanya. She gave me a big smile and sauntered back over to Garrett.

"Wait, his friend is in the band!" I remembered and looked around for Emmett. I guess in all the commotion I didn't see Crash leave. No one from the band was anywhere around. I couldn't really blame them. It wasn't like anyone was really rooting for an encore.

You would think he would have wanted to stay and see if Edward was okay. But maybe with his dislike of Dave Matthews, Emmett figured he bailed.

I guess Edward was mine for the night, just not in the way I wanted him.

"The band left," Garrett grunted.

"Yeah, we should just go." I could tell Tanya was anxious to get Garrett home. Just because my evening was ruined didn't mean hers had to be. She did come and go all Jackie Chan on Makenna's ass for me. The least I could do was make things easier for her.

I let them lead the way as I tried unsuccessfully not to sulk. My night so didn't go how I wanted it to at all. But at least for that one moment, I got what I wanted. I got Edward's eyes to nearly pop out of their sockets, and I felt desired.

_CYOA_

We got to our place and Garrett put Edward on the couch. I didn't know whether Edward should go in my bed or on the couch. We all figured he would wake up confused no matter where he was, so we agreed on the couch.

Tanya cleaned her face so she didn't look so beaten up, but even with the blood washed off you could see the yellowish formation of bruising on her cheek. I wondered if Makenna had a ring on her finger or something when she slapped Tanya, because it looked bad. Knowing Tanya, she would use it to her advantage, give her street cred or something.

It didn't stop Tanya from pouncing on Garrett the second my bedroom door was closed.

I tried to ignore the thumping of Tanya's bed. But it was a little hard since our beds shared the same wall and this place was old, so the walls were paper thin. I heard all the gross comments they were making. The rude comments were uncalled for, but if that's what got Tanya going, then good for her.

I knew being called a dirty girl and screaming daddy didn't light my fire, but whatever.

I stared at the ceiling and tried not to feel sorry for myself.

The night wasn't totally bad. I found out I looked really smoking in Tanya's street walker wardrobe and that I could be confident in front of guys, well Edward. It was something new and I took a chance. I don't know how many other chances I would be taking, but at least I could say I took it.

I tried to fall asleep, but Tanya's pig squeals weren't helping and Garret's use of the word pecker was making my head spin. So I let my mind wander.

I hoped the morning after would be better. I hoped Edward would want to see me again since I clearly deserved a rain check.

But I didn't want to think of what if. I just wanted to try to clear my head.

That wasn't a good idea. At all.

"Crash Into Me" was stuck in my head and seemed to play on repeat.

"Fuck me," I groaned into my pillow as my brain replayed Dave Mathews just to torture me.

A/N:

Thank you so much for reading this! I know it was a little different and I really appreciate you taking the time out to read this craziness. Remember, you can go back to chapter 1 and choose something different for Bella. There are 4 different endings!

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