Chapter 4
Bella
Bella POV
Oh hot damn. Emmett? Oh god. If I said truth I would look weak, and if I said dare I would look cocky. Eh, what could he do? Dare.
"Dare." I said smugly.
Edward POV
Aw, crap. Crappity crap crap crap.
I knew what Emmett was planning. Unfourtenutly.
Nessie POV
"Bella, you are going to get drunk and strip at Treasures!"
Holy effing mother of poop.
Flashback
We did not handle alcohol well…at all… one sip and we are drunk as hell.
"WOOOOO!" Bella yelled as she danced on the table of a bar.
Edward looked mortified as my mom threw her top on the floor.
"EDWARD!" She cried, as one of the more handsome guys started dancing with her.
"I'm LEAVING you for a RHINO! HEAR THAT?" She continued marching around. Pretty much everyone in my family was drunk at this point but me and Edward.
Ahhhhhh those memories will scar me!
I snapped out of it, and realized my dad must have seen it too. He was horrified, obviously, as Rosalie sniggered and led us to Treasures.
Double Holy Effing Mother of Poop.
Bella POV
Treasures was so gross. I can't believe I was "stripping" here at midnight.
If Emmett knows one thing, it's that I am, well, not great with alcohol. Maybe Alice and I are tied, but that is not a good thing. No.
Emmett said he wanted me to start at 11:30 PM, so we hung out outside until then.
11:30
"I DON"T WANNA GO!" I pouted as Emmett pulled me into the gross club.
"Too bad, little sister." Emmett said meanly. "You shouldn't have picked dare."
I was lead-…no dragged into the bar.
Two men wolf-whistled when they saw my lack of a proper outfit.
I was wearing fishnets, a panty hose and a bra.
Alice.
Emmett grinned at me.
"Would you like a shot, Bella?"
"Fine." I said slowly as I took a sip of the shot. Heh heh.
Then everything went blurry.
Edward POV
As soon as MY BELLA took a sip of the shot, you could see it. The tipsiness of her movements, the slur of her words.
So Emmett handed her another, which she happily accepted.
And one more.
And soon she was pantyhose-less, dancing on a pole.
I was furious, and Renesmee's thoughts told me she was "scarred for life once more."
Then, I saw a familiar face in the crowd of perverted drunk men.
Could it be? No. Yes. No. YES?
Mike Newton?
