Third person's point of view.

Bella watched silently as he picked up one of the sandwiches and took a bite. Her mouth immediately began to water.

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"They're really quite good," Edward said. "You should try one."

"I-No, I'm really not hungry," Bella said stubbornly.

"We have lovely teacakes, if you'd rather something sweet," the waiter said as he set a small teapot and cup before her.

"No, thank you," Bella murmured.

Nodding, the waiter turned to leave, but paused as he found himself facing the newly arrived. Marguerite had to bite her lip as the waiter's eyes widened on Emmett. Truly, Emmett was an awesome sight. He was a wall of black leather and threat, without even trying.

"Er…." the waiter said, his eyes shifting frantically from Emmett to the table.

"They are with us," Bella assured him, taking pity on the man.

Nodding, he moved swiftly to the side to make way for them, and then nervously backed away.

Bella shook her head as she watched him go, and then turned an affectionate smile to Emmett. Emmett looked frightful, but really he was a sweetheart.

"Where are others?" Edward asked.

"There's a pub on the other side and they're waiting for us there, and then we can go to the club" Emmett answered, eyeing Edward's sandwiches.

"Alice warned me that The Foyer was fancy dress," Emmett added as Edward noted the hungry looks Emmett was giving his food and lifted the plate to offer it to them. Emmett took a small sandwich as he added, "I just came to report in."

"These are good," Emmett commented. Bella glanced his way in time to see him pop the last of his sandwich into his mouth. Her gaze then moved back to the plate, noting that there was only one left. She forced herself to look away from the temptation.

****Several Hours Later***** (I just didn't know what to write anymore)

They were walking towards the club, the door was promptly opened by a man even taller than Emmett. It wasn't his height or size that caught and held her attention, however, but the twelve-inch green mohawk he sported on his head and the dozens of piercings in his face. The man was a living porcupine of silver and green.

"This is a private club," he growled.

Bella could feel Edward bristling beside her, but before he could say anything, a soft chuckle slid from her lips. When the mohawk man turned his scowl on her, she grinned and shook her head. "I'm sorry. I've just realized you must be G.G., Mirabeau was telling me about you."

His scowl immediately disappeared. Rolled under by the waves of a wide smile. "You know Mirabeau?"

"She's a dear friend of mine, we sang a song together." Bella said with a nod.

His eyes narrowed on her speculatively, and then he asked, "Marie. Isabella Marie Swan?"

She nodded, eyes widening when he suddenly let loose a loud roar and grabbed her up in a bear hug that lifted her off the ground. He reminded her of Emmett.

"Welcome!" he roared jovially as he set her back on the ground. He then drew her arm through his in an almost courtly fashion and turned towards the door. "Mirabeau and Alexi were here just a couple weeks ago. They had a really good time here."

"I'm sure she did." Bella patted his tattooed arm.

"And you will have a good time too," G.G. assured her. "I will be at the door if you need me, but whatever it is you want is yours. You just tell them G.G. says so."

"That is sweet, thank you, G.G.," she said, touched at his kindness.

"The man shook his head. "Mirabeau and Alexi think the world of you, and so, then, do I."

Bella squeezed his arm gently, and then settled in the seat he stopped before when he waved her to do it.

"I'll send a girl over to get your orders. The first round is on me," he announced and moved away as the others quickly filled up the seats around her.

"G.G.?" Emmett asked as soon as the man was out of hearing.

"Short for Green Giant because of his green mohawk." Alice explained with a grin

"It is hard to believe they would hire someone who looked like that to work here," Jasper said, shaking his head with amazement as he peered around the quite room where G.G. had settled them. Bella glanced around now too, taking in the soothing atmosphere of the room they were in. There was a Victorian fireplace along one wall, large comfy leather chairs and sofas arranged in groupings, as well as hardwood floors with various throw rugs strewn around.

"From what Lisa said, there are other, less soothing rooms here," Alice informed then added, "and he doesn't work here, he owns it. I find it amazed that he didn't see me at all, we are friends and such."

"Maybe you're just too short Alice." Emmett giggled, earning a slap on his head.

Bella frowned as Emmett started to wiggle his eyebrows. He was wiggling and jerking is eyes also. Leaning forward with concern, she asked, "Are you feeling quite well, Emmett? You seem to be having spasms."

Jasper and Rosalie bust out laughing, but Emmett just sighed and stood up. "Edward, I have to go to the bathroom."

Edward glanced at him with surprise, and then peered around, pointing where he saw a sign that said "gents." "Oh, there it is there, Emmett."

"Yes, I know. I saw the sign." Emmett said with exasperation. "I thought perhaps you might have to go too."

"No, I- Oh! Yes. I'll just…." Edward stood and began to squeeze through the small space left between her chair and his. When he saw Bella peering at him with raised eyebrows, her muttered, "I have to…." He waved vaguely and then hurried off with Emmett without finishing saying what he had to do.

Bella watched the men go, noting that Emmett appeared to be lecturing Edward as they went, then turing back to see that Jasper and Rosalie were trying desperately not to laugh, Alice was shaking his head with apparent despair.

Leaning closer to Alice who sat beside her on the opposite side from the chair Julius had occupied, she asked quietly, "Do you have any idea what is going on?"

"Nope!" Alice giggled.


"What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" Edward leaned against the counter in the men's room, his eyebrows drawing together as he watched Emmett check the stalls to be sure the room was empty.

Finished with his search, Emmett paused and propped his hands on his hips, looking for all the world like a parent confronting a naughty child. "I mean what are you doing?" Emmett repeated with exasperation. "You're supposed to be wooing Bella. Getting her to like and trust you so she won't run when she realizes that you love-"

"I am wooing her, and plus, I don't think it's a big deal if she finds out that I love her" Edward said defensively, turning away to peer in the mirror. He didn't really see himself, he was just trying to avoid having to meet Emmett's gaze anymore, but ran a hand through his hair as he watched Emmett's reflection.

"You aren't wooing her. You're staring at her. You've been staring at her all night, ask her to dance later. Also the reason why she doesn't date is because she's broken, very broken after Jacob." Emmett said.

"I don't dance these kind of dances, the ones you do to attract whores" Edward said with dignity. "But Bella dances well, though, doesn't she?" he added with a small smile as he recalled the few moments he watched her dance. She'd been incredibly agile, her hips swaying, body undulating-

Edward blinked and scowled at Emmett when he snapped his thumb and finger in front of his eyes.

"Snap out of it," Emmett growled. "This is no time for mooning."

"I was not mooning," Edward said stiffly and turned away from the mirror.

"Okay," Emmett said with great show at maintaining his patience. "So you don't dance. But you could at least talk to the woman."

Edward frowned and avoided his gaze. "I am talking."

"You aren't," Emmett insisted. "You haven't said more than a handful of words, in the club"

Scowling, he admitted, "I'm practicing in my head."

Emmett blinked at this "Practicing?"

"Well, you don't just blurt out the first thing that comes to mind," Edward said with exasperation. "I have to approach this carefully, so I'm practicing."

"In your head?" Emmett clarified.

"Yes." Edward nodded. "In my head."

"Right…. Good, good," Emmett nodded, and then said, "but you know what would be even better?"

Edward raised his eyebrows with interest. "What?"

"Talking to her out loud!" Emmett snapped. "Jesus Christ, Edward, you were able to get whores, you were able to get laid, girls do run to you. Surely you can string a couple of words together and manage a little conversation with Bella?"

"I do not get laid, well not all the time. But I've changed now" Edward growled. "Besides, you're the one who said that Bella is afraid of relationships-"

"Oh, hell" Emmett interrupted with a sign.

"What?" Edward asked warily.

"It's my fault, isn't it? I shook your confidence with those comments."

"No! Don't be silly" Edward said

"So…." Emmett tilted his head and said, "You never told me how it went in The Foyer, I mean I was there but only right at the end. Surely you two talked then? You didn't just sit there silent did you?"

"No, of course not, what do you think?" Edward growled, but then admitted, "It didn't go very well, though. I asked her about Jacob and she-"

"Definitely not the right topic to inspire a happy conversation," Emmett interrupted with exasperation and then signed and shook his head. "Okay, why don't we practice your talking with Bella? Out loud. I'll be her."

Edward stared at him blankly. "Now?"

"No, I was thinking maybe next April. Then you could maybe giver her a call, arrange a date…." He arched an eyebrow in question and snapped, "Yes, now."

"Oh, right," Edward glanced around uncertainly.

"Just pretend I'm her," Emmett suggested. "I'm sitting at the table out there and you and I come out of the bathroom. You take your seat, lean to her and say…."

Edward waited, and then frowned and asked "What? What do I say?"

Emmett's shoulders slumped and he leaned back against the counter. "You were suppose to tell me what you would say to her."

"If I knew what to say to her, I wouldn't have been sitting staring at her all night," Edward pointed out impatiently.

"Right," Emmett sighed. "Okay, well let's try a different tactic. We'll think of subjects you can discuss with her."

Edward nodded and then asked, "Like what?"

Emmett cursed with exasperation. "Edward, you aren't this stupid. There must be something you want to know about her."

"Of course there is," he said with frustration. "I want to know about her life"

"Well, there you are!" Emmett brightened.

"No. There I'm not," Edward corrected. "If I ask her that it will bring up her unhappy relationship to Jacob and- as I've discovered- that will hardly encourage her to relax and consider another relationship."

"Well maybe, you could ask about her career then, she loves to sing."

"Yes, which leads back to Jacob, which will remind her of their unhappy relationship and-"

A deep voice growled, "It sounds to me like you'd be better off letting her talk."

Edward and Emmett glanced sharply to the door to see G.G. watching them with amusement.

"How long have you been there?" Emmett asked with irritation.

"Long enough to know that you two don't know a single thing about women," G.G. said with amusement. Pushing himself away from the wall where he'd been leaning, he crossed the room to them.

"And you do? I'm dating Rosalie you know" Emmett asked dryly.

"Yep, and do you think I care about Rosalie?" he spoke. "Tons of them pass through this place every day and it's always the same thing. Take a good look around when you go back out. The men all standing or sitting around in little groups looking serious and saying very little, but maybe making the odd comment that sometimes brings a round of nods or laughter. But the women, the women talk. And it's like a dance to watch."

"A dance?" Edward asked with interest.

G.G. nodded, his tall green mohawk unmoving on his head. "They lean forward, they reach other to touch a hand, an arm, or a knee, they then lean back to laugh before leaning forward again; eyes sparkling, smiles wide as they chatter on with whatever story they are telling." The man was speaking with great admiration. For all his scary looks, he obviously loved women.

"Women like to talk," he continued. "Men don't. It works out very well because then they are not both trying to talk at once. The woman talks the man grunts every once in a while and everyone is happy."

Emmett was staring at him with wide, rather horrified eyes, but Edward nodded and admitted, "I was hoping that she would speak, but she is showing a distressing reluctance to do so. She is quieter than I would expect."

G.G. nodded. "You have to get her alone. She's the lone female single with two other couples. Besides, from what Alexi have told me, she was dominated by that Jacob she was dating. It's not a natural state for her to be submissive, but it was forced on her. She's only started to come out of her shell and managing things since the breakup.

That's more natural for her, but new at the moment and she will be intimidated i think. Get her alone. Ask one question and she will bloom for you."

Edward frowned. "I have talked to her alone, and did ask her questions and she shut down."

"You didn't ask the right question, then," G.G. said with certainty.

"What is the right question then?" Edward asked.

G.G. considered the possibilities briefly, and then nodded as he came to a decision. "When Alexi mentioned her friend, she said she scouted from Forks."

"Yes," Emmett said. "That's how I met her."

G.G. nodded and told Edward, "Ask her about that. How she liked California. About Alice, about her cousin Ben and the wife she helped him with. It's a safe topic. It's about her family, which from all accounts she loves, but far enough removed that it won't touch anywhere near Jacob."

Finished dispensing advice, he nodded and turned to leave the room.

"I like him," Edward said as the door closed behind the man. "For a guy with green hair, he is..."

"Interesting?" Emmett suggested dryly.

Chuckling, Edward slipped his cell phone his pocket and began to punch in a number as he headed for the door. "come on. They will wonder what is taking us so long. And I find myself now eager to get out of here and get Bella lone to talk to her."