So here's the next chapter. Sorry it took so long but I've been in Texas for almost two months and had no time to write or update. But now that I'm back I'm going to try and update more often but no promises. School starts in a week so I won't have much time to write. Anyway, on with the story!

First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.

Emmett POV

I watched her cry for a few more seconds before I was able to get anything out. "Hey." I said trying to get her attention. "Hey...what's wrong?" I hated it when a girl cried especially if I had no idea why she was crying in the first place.

I see her sniffling as she starts to get herself together. She is about to say something when I see the apartment door fly open.

In comes no one other than Edward. But tonight he wasn't his normal self. He comes in drunk as hell and as loud as can be. If I had neighbors they would be screaming for him to shut up by now. I notice that he is wearing an Irish Flag as a cape and see him carrying a bottle of whiskey and a can of Guinness. Scratch what I said before, he is being his normal Edward self.

He looks around the room until he finds me and then words starts flying out of his mouth. "Damn! You're not naked yet E? What the fuck happened in that kitchen?" He asked and I guess he finally got around to looking at the kitchen. "It looks like somebody's water broke." He said before he actually noticed that Rosalie was next to me. "Hi." He said to her. I doubt he will remember any of this in the morning and I really hope she doesn't remember anything of what he just said either. But they might as well know each other, right? "Rosalie, Edward…Edward, Rosalie." I know I'll regret this later but oh well.

Edward takes her hand and kisses it. "Don't feel bad that you are more attracted to me than you are to him. It happens to all of them." Apparently later was now, what had I done? Edward was already like this even when he wasn't drunk.

I see Rosalie looking a little too closely to Edward. I guess she was trying to figure out where she knew him from and then she finally realized where she had seen him because to my amusement she said, "Oh! You're the asshole!"

I look at Edward. "Well, I…" He began to say before he actually took in what she had said. "Wait, what?" Damn he was slow. Rosalie and I began to laugh but Edward was too drunk to process what had just happened and too drunk to care.

Then returned the somewhat normal Edward, "Alright you two, up and dressed. Let's go! 'Around the World' party up on the sixth floor, a lot of ugly but a hell lot of more alcohol. Come on, let's go!" Said the impatient and drunk Edward.

I start to get up and help her up to, but I notice her trying her best to not let me pull her up. "I can't, I would, I'd love to…but I've gotta get home, my dad's waiting up, and he…"

But before I was able to say anything, in comes Edward. "Rosalie. Rose. Listen to me baby. One drink, from any country. I'll even put France on the table. One fucken drink, your choice. And then we're gone." He said, trying to convince her.

She looks up at me and asks, "One drink?" I look over at Edward, "One drink?" I ask, hardly believing him at all. He shrugs innocently and says, "One drink." He smiles and we go up to the sixth floor with a nervous and scared Rosalie holding onto me the whole way.

Later that night in the bathroom…

This was not the way I expected this day to end, with Rosalie vomiting in the toilet bowl and me holding her hair up. I see Edward appear in the doorway still wearing that fucken ridiculous flag.

"Hey, how we doin?" He asked as if he couldn't already tell how we were 'doin'. I saw Rosalie trying to say something but all we ended up hearing was a series of groans coming out of her mouth. I hear her dry heave and I stare at Edward, if it wasn't for him I would currently be sitting on the bathroom floor next to the toilet holding up Rosalie's hair as she dumped the contents of her stomach into said toilet.

He saw me staring at him and asked in a confused tone. "What? What the fuck do you want me to say? That I'm sorry? You want me to say I'm sorry? You want me to apologize for showing a very nice girl a good time? Is that it?" I looked at him, hoping that I would answer his load of question with just one stare. I see him consider it, "I'm sorry." He says before I hear her call my name. "Emmett." She says and I kneel down next to her. She shoves her purse at me and I look at her face and she looks like she's about ready to pass out.

Before she vomits again she says, "I need…I need you to...to call my dad." I hear her puke again as I share a desperate look with Edward and all he can do is shrug! "Umm...ok. Sure." I reach into her purse and pull out her cell phone. I try to turn it on but it won't. Damn fucken battery is dead! "Your phone's dead. Just tell me the number and I'll call him…" I said a little freaked out. I look away from the phone and turn around to find Rosalie passed out on the floor. "Rosalie…Rose?" I call to her, nudging her slightly. I try to wake her up gently but to no such luck.

Well, at least I don't have to call her father now.

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