A/N: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.
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Edward had just shot down yet another nondescript bimbo skank. My window of opportunity would soon close. Before the next one took her place and before I could lose my nerve, I made my way over to where he stood, leaning propped up against the bar.
I had to play it right. I slid up next to him, facing the bar, and leaned forward on my elbows. After a sideways glance up at his face, I offhandedly remarked, "They aren't doing it right."
He didn't answer but looked down at me, raising an eyebrow.
"Throwing themselves at you and hoping desperately you'll bite… It's pathetic."
He laughed once and turned his gaze back to the crowd, an amused smile on his lips.
"It's not at all the way I would do it." I continued.
Edward angled his body towards me, straightening so that he loomed over me and looked me straight in the eye. "Oh, really." It was a challenge. He thought I would back down.
Not this time.