The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #8
Pen Name: Twilightladies
Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella/Alice
Rating: T
Word Count: 484
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I roll my eyes as another round of drunken giggles echo across the bar.
I'd been enjoying the peace and quiet of this quaint little bar, when a group of tipsy girls stumbled in. One was wearing a flashing Birthday Girl tiara, complete with matching sash.
She was wearing a tiny red dress which complimented her curves perfectly, and both her hair and makeup were flawless.
She was also eyeing the bar guy I'd been drooling over for the past hour, like he was something to eat.
I couldn't even be pissed off. It's not like she stole him from me. He was smiling and laughing back at her, whereas he'd barely even looked in my direction.
I roll my eyes and take a sip of my cocktail, grimacing at its burn. The bartender was a bit liberal with the tequila.
My phone buzzes and I shrink back into the booth as I answer.
"Alice," I answer in a clipped voice.
"What was wrong with this one?" She sounds resigned, and so she should. This was the fourth failed blind date attempt in two months.
"Really, Alice? Can I ask what's right about a guy ten years older than me, who wears a ponytail, has a gold tooth, and still lives with his mom?"
"Shit. I didn't know he lived with his mom."
I laugh. "But you knew the rest?"
She chuckles. "James is a really sweet guy when you get to know him."
I roll my eyes. "Whatever."
"You still there?"
I take another sip of my cocktail, finishing it off. "Yep. Booth in the back by the bar."
"I'll be there in five."
I hang up and look shocked to see the object of my lusting standing in front of me. "Another one?" He picks up my empty glass.
I nod. "Um, yeah. Thanks."
He unleashes a beautiful grin and I can't help smiling back. "I'll be right back."
As he walks away, I straighten my hair and quickly check my everything where it should be and no sign of lipstick on my teeth, I wait for his return.
My smile falters when I see him laughing with the blonde beauty at the bar.
Trust me to read too much into a smile. The guy probably lives off tips, so of course he has to be nice.
When I see him leaving the bar armed with my cocktail, I pick up my phone and pretend to be occupied with it.
"Here you go, beautiful." I look up making sure to avoid his gaze. "A margarita from the gentleman at the bar."
I glance at the bar and can only see the group of girls. Most are distracted, but blondie is sneering in my direction.
I look back at him, losing myself in his emerald green eyes. "There isn't a gentleman at the bar."
He smiles. "I know. It's from me.
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Thank you to the W/C girls, SparklyMeg and Pattinlethr
And thank you for reading xox
