I still don't own the Twilight characters (that honor goes to Stephanie Meyer)… I just like to manipulate them. :K

Rock and roll all night

If there is a God, He or She must be Hell-bent on me making an ass of myself tonight. Yet despite crashing into him, calling him a loser, acting like a 12 year old girl, and essentially accusing him of incest, Edward just told me that he liked me. In what alternate plane of reality did I get so damn lucky? I was determined to not let myself fuck up my chances again.

BPOV:

I couldn't help but feel excited that I was finally going to get to know Edward. I really meant it when I said that I wanted us to start over. We had gotten ourselves seated comfortable in the booth. Edward had turned completely to face me, one leg laid on the seat with his arm once again casually draped across the back of the booth. My outfit didn't allow me to lounge that comfortably without exposing myself, so I was sitting with my legs crossed under the table with my torso slightly turned towards him.

"How should we start?" I asked, suddenly nervous.

"You first," he responded, motioning with his hand for me to begin.

"Ok. Hmmmm…What's your favorite thing to do when you're alone?" I asked. Unfortunately, I didn't really think of how that question could be construed until it had come out of my mouth. That probably had something to do with the fact that I was watching his mouth a little too intently.

"I, um… play the piano," he replied somewhat hesitantly, casting his eyes downward. Crap! I had probably made him uncomfortable with the unintentional implications of my question.

"Really?" I hadn't been expecting that response. "What kind of music do you play?" I gently prodded for him to continue, hoping to draw away from this tension.

"Really. I play mostly classical. Mozart, Debussy… that sort of thing." He answered quickly, shifting around in his seat. Obviously focusing on his piano playing wasn't helping.

"Wow. How long have you been playing?" I was unable to stop myself from asking him more questions about his music, though. It came as such a surprise. I was intrigued.

"I've been playing since I was 10. That's when my lessons started," he replied, tersely.

"Is something wrong? I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I just…"

"No!" he practically yelled. "No, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just that I don't normally talk about playing the piano. It's kind of embarrassing." He answered, running a hand quickly through his short bronze hair. I watched him closely and realized how badly I wanted to be doing that.

"Why would that be embarrassing?" I asked, trying to take my thoughts off of running my hands all over him. That was obviously a very dangerous train of thought. Especially since we ordered another round of Malibu and Cokes when we sat down. I could feel my inhibitions slowly slipping away one by one as I sat next to this green-eyed Adonis.

"Actually… I don't know," he stated with a short laugh. His eyes did that adorable squint as a smile lit up his face. Somehow while I was caught up staring at him like an idiot I managed to realize how much I had monopolized our question asking.

"Edward, I'm really sorry! That was definitely more than one question," I apologized.

"Bella," he said in a warning tone. I felt my body heat up in response. Something about the slight growl he gave while saying my name had a strange effect on me.

"Oops! Right, no more apologizing," I promised with a smile. "It's your turn."

"Ok. Is 'Bella' short for anything?"

"Isabella," I replied. He gave a little nod to himself as if mentally storing away my answer.

"Chocolate of vanilla ice cream?" I asked. I really was interested in getting to know all the little things. As I waited for his response my mind wandered to the Philosophy body wash set Alice had given me for my birthday earlier this week. The scents were Chocolate Frosting, Vanilla Birthday Cake, and Strawberry Ice Cream.

"Neither. I prefer strawberry," he answered with a tiny smirk. I had used the Strawberry one in the shower earlier today; it was my favorite.

That was an interesting coincidence, I thought. But I quickly shook it off as just that: a coincidence. Surely he hadn't noticed my preference of body wash from just sitting near me or in the short time we were dancing… Yet all the same I couldn't stop the errant thought of Edward's tongue gently caressing across my collarbone from flitting through my head. I gasped a little and watched as his tiny smirk turned into an all out grin. He couldn't possibly know… could he?

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, slightly cocking his to the side. Shit! What do I say? It's not like I could be honest with him. I'm pretty sure that even though he said he liked me, admitting to being caught in the middle of a fantasy involving him and his tongue was a little much.

"Nothing important," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. He didn't look convinced, but thankfully he let it go. "What's your favorite drink?" I asked, trying to steer us toward a different topic.

"Johnnie Walker Gold Label chilled and neat," he said matter-of-factly. "Would you like me to order us a round?"

"Sure, but you know that counted as your question, right?" I answered with a sly grin.

"That's fine. I'll be right back," he said, easily rising from the table. He started to turn towards the bar, but hesitated and spun around to face me. I gave him a confused look, not wanting to waste my next question to get an explanation. "On second thought, here's my cell phone number," he said, picking up my phone and nimbly adding his number. "I want you to text me right away if that creep, Mike, comes back, ok?" I took in the very serious look on his face and just nodded. At that he turned around again and went up to the bar.

To be honest, I was glad to have a little extra time to think of my next question. Edward's response to my simple ice cream question had really thrown me off. I couldn't stop the nagging suspicion that he had been teasing me in some way. Two can play at that game…

Hmmm… agame… that's it!

As soon as I finished scheming, Edward returned with two glasses in his hands. I thanked him as he sat back down.

"Edward, would you like to play a game?"

"Sure. What kind of game? Like a drinking game?"

"No, not quite. It's more like… a touching game," I explained with an innocent smile. Edward had already agreed, so I didn't wait for a response as he stared at me, slack-jawed. "It's called 'Are you afraid?' We take turns touching each other until one of us shies away or admits to being nervous. Loser buys the next round?"

"Okay," he responded with a nod. I watched his Adam's apple rise and fall as he took a drink from his glass. I did the same, noting how smooth the whiskey was. He had great taste. I smiled innocently again.

Let the games begin.

EPOV:

I picked up the two glasses that the bartender had just set down. I was eager to share my favorite drink with Bella. I hope she likes it. It was really nice getting to know Bella and it was even nicer to tease her a little.

When she asked me about my favorite ice cream I really couldn't help myself. When we were dancing before I noticed how sweet she smelled, like ripe strawberries. When we were sitting together I kept taking deep breathes in through my nose so that I could keep taking in her scent. I had quickly offered to get us drinks when I caught myself wondering if she would taste as sweet as she smelled.

I had gotten my shit together while I was waiting for our drinks and I calmly walked back to where we were sitting. I put our drinks on the table and slid back into the booth. Bella murmured her thanks and immediately I could tell that something was up.

"Edward, would you like to play a game?" She asked coyly. I wonder if this is her question.

"Sure. What kind of game?" I asked. "Like a drinking game?"

"No, not quite. It's more like… a touching game." I felt my jaw drop and she must have taken my silence as a cue to continue. "It's called 'Are you afraid?' We take turns touching each other until one of us shies away or admits to being nervous. Loser buys the next round?"

"Okay." Well, fuck me!

Looks like Bella and I really are going to get to know each other.

A/N:

Sorry for the wait, please review! I need lots of encouragement to keep going!