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Alice and I are half-drunk after spending the day together. I had tried to leave around noon but she convinced me to stay for a beer and that was many, many beers ago.

We're playing rock, paper, scissors, for no reason in particular. I play paper and Alice plays fire, which I in turn play water. And it goes on like this.

Suddenly, the door handle jiggles. Alice screams which startles me and before I know what's happened I'm on the floor and my head is throbbing.

I hear the door open and Alice is laughing and I'm moaning and laughing at the same time.

"Jesus, what the hell?"

I don't recognize the voice but Alice obviously does because she starts explaining herself. "Listen, listen," she slurs, "we had some beers, listen! We had some beers."

This makes me laugh harder.

"And that's when Bella fell. Don't worry. She's clumsy as hell! She falls, it's her thing. Right, Bella? You okay? Bella!"

"I'm fine!" I sit up cradling the back of my head and then the dizziness hits so I lie back down. "Okay. It's okay, I'm just gonna lay here for a minute."

Alice is laughing again.

I can sense someone next to me, someone leaning over me, and I slowly open my eyes. I look straight into green eyes and I can't tell if they are really that green or if my intoxication is tricking me. "Are those contacts?" I ask green eyes.

The whole face slowly comes into focus and it's a beautiful man; messy copper hair, a square jaw with copper whiskers, soft lips that I feel tempted to touch (thankfully I'm not that drunk), and basically his face is all sharp edges and angles.

I see the soft lips stretch into a smile. "No, no contacts."

"So, they're really that green?" I hear a deep chuckle that sends chills up and down my arms.

"Yes," he says.

"Beautiful."

"Is she going to live?" asks Alice as seriously as her drunken state will allow her.

"I think she'll survive, though it may be touch and go for a while."

Alice can obviously sense his sarcasm so she punches him in the arm. He feigns pain.

"Here, let me help you up," he says. His long fingers wrap around my wrist while his other arm wraps around my waist. He's warm and his touch sends more chills through me. Once we're up, he keeps his arm around my waist. "Are you alright? Got it?"

"Um," I say, swaying a bit but catching my balance, "yes." I look up at him as he releases me. "Jeez, you're tall,"

"Yeah, and Carlisle loves being reminded of that," Alice says with a giggle. "Edward just towers over him, drives him nuts."

I gasp. "Omigosh! I didn't even recognize you!"

Edward smirks. "Ouch."

I blush. "Sorry, I'm a little inebriated. And, in my defense, I've only seen you, like, once."

Edward lifts his hands. "It's alright, I suppose. I'll forgive you."

I fall back onto my stool and push my newest bottle of beer away from me. "I think I'm done. I'm obviously not as good at this as I used to be."

"Yeah, me either," says Alice, "remember the good ol' days? We could down a bottle of tequila in the beginning of the night?"

I nod. "Now, we're all old!"

"Psh! Speak for yourself, old married maid!"

I cringe. "Yeah. No bueno."

"I didn't know you were married," says Edward, who has taken the stool next to me.

"Not happily," says Alice.

"That's not true, Al," I say, "it's just been a difficult year."

"He's a fucking dick, Bella, don't defend him."

I shrug. "We'll agree to disagree." And as I'm saying the words the pounding begins. I'm startled though I manage to stay on my stool this time.

Alice looks around the room, clearly confused as to who it could be. She walks over to the door and peers out of the peep-hole. She gasps. "Shit! It's Jake and he looks pissed!"

"That's because I am fucking pissed!" I hear him yell back through the door.

I jump up from the stool and the dizziness returns. I stumble to the floor once again. Edward jumps up, tries to help me back up, but I push him away, "I got it, I got it."

Alice opens the door as I stagger to my feet. Jake rushes inside and points a shaking finger at me. "What the fuck!"

"Jake, what's-"

"I've been worried fucking sick! You don't get to fucking walk out and disappear for hours! What the fuck!" His tan skin has turned red.

"I'm sorry! I didn't plan on staying so long but we got to talking-"

"Just shut the fuck up, Bella. Jesus Christ!"

"Woah," says Edward, stepping between Jake and I, "Let's all just relax-"

"Who the fuck are you? Get the fuck out of my way."

"I will when you chill out," Edward says firmly.

Jake stands just an inch taller than Alice's stepbrother but Edward seems unphased. Jake walks up to Edward, obviously trying to intimidate him. "Don't tell me how to handle my wife," Jake says.

Edward steps closer. "What kind of man talks to his wife like that?" His statement is calm but I can hear the anger simmering just below the surface.

Jake doesn't reply. I know I need to step in before Jake takes this to a whole new level, one of his specialties. I walk around Edward and grab my jacket. Alice is standing by the door, her eyes wide. She glances at me and shakes her head. "How about you stay here, Bella."

"I don't fucking this so," Jake says, turning around to face her. "Bella, let's go."

I put my jacket on and force a smile for Alice. "I'm alright, Al." I wrap my arms around her, "I'll talk to you later, okay?"

I don't wait for an answer. I turn around and face Jake and Edward. Edward glares at Jake a moment longer and then his eyes find me. I feel like he's trying to tell me something, his green orbs are smoldering.

"I'm ready, Jake."

Jake walks past me angrily. I give Alice and Edward a small wave before following him out.