A/N: Edited April 15, 2010
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BPOV

I wasn't exactly sure what was going to end up happening tonight, but I secretly wanted the girls to get the bartenders' attention. My obsession with the green-eyed beauty was starting to get a little unhealthy. I'm not even kidding when I say that as we were walking away, I had tried to get as close to him as I could without old Bella taking over and jumping him right then and there. My condition became worse when I caught a glimpse at his piercing green eyes. I'd never been so turned on in my life.

Settle down tiger. You're as horny as a dog in heat.

What was wrong with me? I'd been good for so long. So long. And now I was about to break it all off for some guy? My parents' aspirations for me of being a worthy, successful person dumped over this guy I didn't even know? I tried so hard to throw away anything related to my former self, and I worked just as hard to become the person I presently was. When my parents died, I died with them. It was a fact that I had accepted a long time ago, and I had yet to regret it. I owed my parents that much. I mean, if I got to live, then I'd start over with a lifestyle that I would've never wanted but would've been acceptable in my mother and father's eyes. Even if that person was nothing like the real me.

I was so close to permanently being that person. Don't get me wrong, from the outside I was. To outsiders, I was this hardworking, intelligent 22-year-old young woman with great and pure intentions. But from the inside, I wasn't there yet. My thoughts were a hybrid of mine and of my old self – the dutiful daughter honouring her parents' memory and the strong-willed young woman who needed to lead her own life. I'd thought that, in a little while, I would've won my internal battle. That battle had just become longer after tonight.

I scowled at myself. I was so selfish, it was disgusting. I wasn't losing myself tonight. I wouldn't let it all go. Not now, not ever.

"Whoa. Bella, who are you thinking about? Shit, if only looks could kill." Alice analyzed my unpleasant expression and chuckled.

You don't even want to know.

"Nothing, just thinking about something. Anyways, this is getting to be a bit boring, sitting here and being sober. First round on me?" I figured that would distract them, considering I could tell that the two of them knew something was up. So damn intuitive.

"About time! You both owe me a drink anyways. Now where'd that attention-whoring waitress run off to?" I couldn't help my laughter when I looked up to see the waitress behind Rose, glaring at her. Oh yeah, she definitely caught that last comment. Alice noticed too, and I saw her mouth twitching.

The waitress walked over to us, and plastered on a fake smile.

"Have you girls finally decided what you want?" she asked with phony enthusiasm.

"Yeah, we have actually. Sorry to make your simple job so much more difficult. Three cosmos, please. And if you could hurry it up, we might actually sneak a little tip in there for you. Thanks so much!" Rosalie countered, talking to her an octave higher like she was a child. Rose could definitely play that game too. And she played it brilliantly.

The waitress smiled and headed over to the stairs, but not before hearing our erupting laughter as she turned. We even caught her grumbling and attempting to mimic us as she left the stairs and walked over to the bar.

"Rose, I will admit, that was priceless!" Alice choked out in between her laughter. "But now we'll have to watch her to make sure she doesn't sabotage our drinks!"

Our laughter continued, and the tables near us could even hear us over the loud music. The skanky girls turned their heads to look over at us, clearly annoyed.

So far, so good.

EPOV

"Full house, boys!" Emmett said as he tilted his head up and started sniffing. "I smell a raise in the future."

So dramatic.

"Emmett, you say it like we get paid shit all now. I don't know about a raise, but our tips so far are more than any other night." Jasper was right about the tips. We had to go grab another jar from the back room because our first one was full already.

Personally, I wasn't even thinking about the tips. There was only one thing on my mind.

"Dude, what the hell is up with you? Did that girl get to you that much?" Emmett started laughing, amused with my current mind paralysis.

"Yes, she did. But as I recall, you couldn't even control your own legs when you saw that blonde."

"Touché, dear brother. It's about time we did something though. I'm not waiting around for some other guy to hook up with her." Jasper and I laughed at Emmett, but were definitely in agreement with him. All we could talk about were those girls. They made an unforgettable first impression on each of us, that much was obvious. The problem now was doing something about it.

We were about to discuss details when Lauren walked up to the bar, slamming down her tray on the table and screaming profanities.

"What's wrong, Jess? Did one of the boys notice how disproportionate your breasts are? I guess now's a good time to look into a refund," Jasper asked Lauren, taking full advantage of her current situation. It pissed her off even more, and Emmett and I made it worse when we started laughing. Jasper was the only one out of the three of us who made it clear to Lauren that she wasn't getting anywhere with him the first night she tried. Emmett and I just tried to dodge her, but Jasper wouldn't even bother doing that.

"Shut the fuck up, asshole. Just because you haven't seen a girl's tits since grade school doesn't mean you can try to insult my perfect ones." Lauren may have tried to get even at Jasper, but she realized she didn't do a great job when he started laughing at her and took the order slip. "Do your worst to those drinks. Spit in them, jizz in them, I don't care. Do something. I'm getting back at those bitches for embarrassing me in front of everyone."

I was immediately interested. These girls made a fool out of Lauren, and it got to her good. I couldn't stand the girl, so of course I'd admire the girls that put her in her place.

"Oh, Lauren. We're so sorry. Who were these mean little girls? Do you want us to go pull their hair for you?" Emmett laughed, finishing off the cosmos and setting them on Lauren's tray.

Unfortunately, Lauren wasn't as bright as she thought she was. She took Emmett's sarcasm literally.

"Emmett, that's a great idea. Aw, sexy and sweet," she grinned, a little disgustingly might I add. "I like. They're right up there. Three girls. One's a brunette, the other is some small chick, and the third is this disgusting blonde. Do your worst to the blonde; she needs it."

The three of us looked at each other with jaws dropped as Lauren described the girls to us, instantly knowing who she was talking about.

"No. Fucking. Way. The blonde bombshell has tongue too? Is it possible for this girl to turn me on any more!?" Emmett's eyes went huge as he managed to compose himself. "Lauren, I'm bringing these drinks up." Before Jasper and I had a chance to beat Emmett to it, he had made it to the stairs.

What were these girls doing to us?

BPOV

We watched the waitress as she went down to the bar, clearly infuriated with our stunt. We couldn't care less, she deserved it.

"Dear God, is she a brat or what? Can't even take a little joke," Alice said, giggling at the end.

"That was such terrible service. I mean, bartenders aside, these waitresses are gruesome. Definitely not the classiest broads I've seen." Rosalie was in a mood tonight. Maybe it was the lack of alcohol?

"Rose, just let it be. We got back at her bad, so she knows not to try anything again. Don't let it ruin our night." I didn't want that waitress's negative attitude affecting our good time here.

The girls nodded, and we looked back to see if she took Rose's tip comment seriously. Apparently not.

"What the hell does she not understand about hurry up?" Rosalie went back to her anger when we saw her at the bar. "She's still standing there talking to the bartenders! I mean, is she that –"

"Where's that other bartender?" Alice interrupted, getting up to take a better look at the first floor. There were only the two of them. The huge one wasn't there.

Maybe he went to the washroom?

A part of me wished he had, but I knew something else was up. Rosalie and I followed Alice and were still searching when a bellowing voice startled us.

"Well, hello ladies! Looking for something? Or should I say, someone?" The three of us yelped, clearly not expecting the huge bartender standing behind us with our drinks in hand. He chuckled at our reaction, and set our cosmos on our table. We composed ourselves, and went to sit back in our seats.

"No, not really. There's nothing really here that caught our eye as of yet, so we were just looking to see if it's changed." Rosalie was definitely playing hard to get with this guy. It looked like he didn't mind, because all he did was look back at Rosalie and give her a half-smile.

"Oh, really? And did you see anything you like?" I was definitely liking this guy. Not in an attraction way, but his personality was one that I could instantly get along with.

"Nope." Rosalie replied, popping her 'p' and smiling as she played with a strand of her hair. The bartender's smile faded, and it looked like he was about to pass out. Rosalie had him good.

He shook his head, and broke his eyes from Rosalie.

"Well, ladies, I'll be honest with you. The three of you made a definite impression on the three of us." I could feel my face get hotter with his comment.

"Oh, really? And how is that...?" Alice asked, trailing off. I'm guessing she was trying to put in a subtle attempt at getting his name.

"Emmett." He wasn't stupid, that's for sure.

"Yes, Emmett. How did we make this impression?"

Emmett looked at the three of us, and smiled. "Isn't it obvious? You three put Lauren over there in a fury."

That set off our laughter again, and he joined in as well.

"We did nothing of the sort. All we did was order our drinks politely." Rosalie said after ending her laughter. That girl was a vixen.

"Oh, really? Well, according to her there were three girls up here that embarrassed her badly. And her descriptions fit the three of you perfectly. She even said for me to do my worst to the blonde one," Emmett told us, looking right back at Rosalie with that last bit of information. This guy was good, and I could tell she was even more interested than before.

"How cruel. I'm hoping you didn't give in to her charm and spoil our cosmos, hmm?" I asked him, playing along with the girls. I didn't know where that came from, but I didn't think about it either.

Emmett gasped, following with our leads. "No way! I had to come up here and personally introduce myself to the fine ladies who did the good deed. I even had to beat my brothers in doing it too."

"Brothers?" Alice asked. There was no way that two people could breed three gorgeous children. It was biologically impossible.

"Yeah, my brothers. The other two bartenders down there? I can introduce you all if you want." I snapped out of whatever trance I was in, and was about to agree when Rosalie stepped in.

"Well, we'd love to have a family reunion, but we'll pass for now. Maybe later? Thanks for the drinks, Emmett."

I was worried she may have offended him, but it was just the opposite. Rosalie really had her hooks in this guy, and he was fully willing to go with it.

"Later it is. Enjoy your drinks, ladies. Order as many as you'd like. I'll make the trip up here for you, instead of that mean little Lauren. I don't mind at all." He looked at Rosalie and winked. I saw the corner of her smile twitch. To say I was shocked was an understatement, and I would definitely mention it to her later.

"Oh, I'm sure you don't," Rose said. Emmett's smile at Rose turned into laughter, and he walked away.

We couldn't believe what had just happened, but we were in for more surprises that night.