(Quick note: all of Edward's song titles I make up myself, any resemblance to songs out there, are simply coincidental.)
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"Right, girlies, Emmett is willing to collect us at three when he gets off work, so the plan is to get drunk, make a fool of ourselves in front of Mr. Masen, and end the night on a high! Who's with me?" Because we are so seriously cool, Alice and I fist pumped the air and cheered along with Rose, "yeeah!" I haven't had a sip of alcohol all week – I know, send me to a doctor, pronto! – but I have come to the conclusion that I am drunk on excitement, or, the idea of possibly dirty dancing with a certain someone.
"Do you think he's allowed to get drunk?"
Alice gasped, grabbed hold of my arms and stared me straight in the eyes. "Isabella Swan, did you just ask us a question about Edward? A question that you don't know the answer to?"
"Hey, bitch, I don't know everything about him."
Rose looked at me sceptically. "Hmm… so, what's his favourite colour?"
Crap, they've got me. "Blue…"
"What was his first pet? And what was it called?"
"A fish… called Fishy."
"Fishy?" Alice exclaimed, horrified at the thought.
"He was three! And it sort of makes sense to name an animal after the animal…"
"That just proves it, you know everything, because I don't know Emmett's first pet, and he's my soon-to-be-husband, not celebrity crush."
"Alright, alright, you've made yourselves clear. Can we go now?"
"Yes! Stop yapping Rose, it's time to get my drink on!"
The club was a lot quieter than I previously imagined. I couldn't see any signs of Edward himself, or crowds of people swarming him, so I guessed he hadn't arrived yet.
"Three Long Island Iced Teas, please." Alice worked her charm on the barman, sporting her award winning smirk and the subtle tit-wiggle, that didn't go unnoticed by said barman. "Have them on your side, Bella, then the night is yours." She whispered once he had turned away to make our order. She thanked him kindly, passed over the correct change, and handed out the tall glasses. "Here is to one hell of a night!"
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Holy shit, holy shit, there he is!
Tits in place: check.
Alcohol in system: double check.
Edward looking hot: triple check.
I'm all set.
My heart was pounding; butterflies were fluttering in my stomach. I seriously think I'm about to faint.
A small crowd had formed, pushing their way in front of each other to get closer to him, they took photos, they gave hugs, they asked him for signatures. I, on the other hand, stood out of the way, because my brain wasn't passing on the message to my legs to walk forward and get my go with him. The half full glass of Jack and Coke in my hand was quickly downed and the alcohol gave me that extra buzz and encouragement to move closer.
Just as I had the urge to walk over, the bouncer behind Edward broke up the crowd, and so I stayed back and waited to see what would happen next. After some time, I gave up and decided I'd just try later. Alice and Rose – who had had a lot more to drink than me – were cutting some shapes on the dance floor, getting the men around them over excited. I bought myself another drink before joining in.
I'm not the sort of person to regularly go out and spend all my money in one night, so when I seldom do, I tend to copy all of their moves, to help myself fit in. A song came on that had my friends slowly dropping down to the ground and when they rose, they'd stick their ass out giving the guys in front a decent view of the boobies. That's one move I wouldn't copy.
"Come on, Bella! Join in!"
I don't think I had a choice…
Together we sashayed our hips and gradually bent our knees, getting lower and lower to the floor.
Now, let me fill you in on my inability to stay on two feet. I can fall over with the snap of my fingers. That is exactly what I did when we stood up, my ass was sticking out, someone was behind me, they didn't see me, their knees collided with my butt cheeks and I fell face forward. My knees smashed onto the ground, the drink I was holding flew into my face and my hands caught my landing before my head hit the dance floor.
Some people around me laughed, Alice and Rose told them to 'shut the fuck up, dickheads' and the one to knock into me shouted "Shit! I'm so sorry!" They helped me up and in that instance I wanted to fall back to the ground again.
At least I can now say: Edward Masen crashed into my ass. I bet not many people can say that.
"I'm so, so sorry. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, y-y-yeah I'm fine."
He passed over a tissue he was holding, reassured me that it was clean, and I dried my vodka-drenched face. "Let me buy you another drink."
"You don't have to do that, really it is okay."
Bella's Conscience: Are you seriously giving up the opportunity to have a drink with him? Have I not taught you anything?
Luckily for my conscience, Edward wasn't backing down. "No, no, it's the least I can do."
"Alright, fine, if that's the only way you'll get off my back."
Or, maybe after a few rounds, I'll get you onto yours…
Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.
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Oh, we sure do *wink*. I'm off to work now, but I'll update when I get back, and we'll see what this little whore gets herself up to ;)