Chapter 12

"I could stay up here forever," I tell Rosalie as I take in the amazing view in front of me.

"I could too if the humidity wasn't so against my hair."

Pure was huge. It had four different venues in one building. Being able to jump from one venue to the other and decide which one you enjoyed the most out of all of them and then spend your time there was something different in a nightclub. Not to mention that the view I was enjoying so much was from the rooftop bar, but like Rosalie had said the humidity wasn't helping us.

I didn't want to leave but open bar here expires at midnight. By the way some of the guys around the club were appreciating Rosalie and I was kind of surprise to admit also myself we could stay here after twelve and still get free drinks.

We take a quick picture with the view of the strip as our backdrop before maneuvering ourselves away from the crowd around us. I don't recognize myself when Rosalie shows me the picture. Dark smokey eyes, red ruby lips, long brown curled hair. Rosalie helped me fix myself again tonight. She even showed me some tricks to do at home.

We leave the rooftop soon after and spend the half of hour we have left dancing in one of the lower floor venue's. The music is loud and it doesn't give me any chance to think of anything besides trying to keep myself from not falling as I sway my hips to the music. The drink in my hand makes it easier, yet harder at the same time.

I try to keep the drinks light, knowing that we still need to walk on over to the Bellagio. Rosalie tells me that she walks better with alcohol in her system. The fall she takes while walking out of Pure tells a different story, though. She laughs as she stands herself up. Thankfully, there's no one around to witness me trying to help here up only for her to help me fall down instead.

We navigate ourselves through the streets of Las Vegas and make it back to the Bellagio and are quickly let into HYDE with our open bar bracelet firmly in place once again.

Although Pure was more then amazing I like HYDE because it's familiar and because I now know where to place yourself to either gather attention or not. Once we get our drinks Rosalie and I walk away from the main room putting distance between us and the rowdy crowd on the dance floor. We sit on one of the long couches and I stare out the glass wall window and look over toward the Bellagio fountain. The view from our suite still takes my breath away, but I have to admit that the view from down here is just as incredible. We are so close.

"Why does that guy look familiar?" Rosalie asks me as I sit staring outside.

I turn and look in the direction she's staring at and see blonde shaggy hair that is attached to a man that has what looks to be like a very toned body. He does look familiar, but I can't place him from anywhere. I keep staring, thinking it'll help.

"Maybe we saw him at the mall today," I respond to Rosalie as I notice most of the women around the club stare openingly at him. A girl with a very revealing black dress walks over to him and as soon as she is standing next to him latches on to his ass.

"Oh my God," we both say at the same time. It seems like we both figured out why he looks so familiar.

"It's one of the strippers!" Rosalie yells out loud. She's already tipsy enough to where she doesn't care that said stripper heard her. I still nod my head in confirmation.

Unlike the night before where he would have never removed a participating woman's hand away from any part of his anatomy, tonight he grabs her hand and removes it. The look on his face let's her know that she shouldn't do it again. She walks away, more then just upset.

"Holy shit, isn't that the one who had his junk in my face?" she questions as she now stares openingly at him as well.

"The one you were whispering dirty nothings with?" I ask. She rolls her eyes.

"If you knew Bella, if only you knew."

"If I knew, what? That you asked him to take me on stage?"I laugh as she chokes on the alcohol that she's sipping.

"How the hell do you know that?"

"Come on, Rosalie, you craning your neck to make sure he didn't pick anyone else? Your more then satisfied smile? You didn't fight me off when he came to our table and you were already tipsy enough to where you could have blamed it on the alcohol."

She shrugs her shoulders, not denying what I already know is true.

"I think you're starting to like me," I tell her bluntly.

"Who would have known?" she responds and I laugh because it's true.

She stands up and I'm 99% sure she's heading to the bar to get us more drinks. I honestly don't know how she's still able to walk. That woman can hold her alcohol.

I debate whether I can hold going to the restroom until Rosalie comes back or not, but I fight the urge seeing how the place is getting even more crowded and if I stand up now our spots are going to be taken.

Thankfully, soon enough, I see Rosalie break through the crowd and I help her sit down while I stand up.

"I'm going to the restroom. I'll be right back," I say to her.

I should have known that the wait in line for the restroom was going to be long enough for Rosalie to make a new friend while I was away. Shaggy hair is sitting next to her. She laughs as he scoots closer. She shakes her head and points to the ring on her finger. A ring I know she bought for herself, but will soon be replaced with the one Emmett proposes with.

Of course shaggy hair doesn't know this and scoots back to his original place. He has a mock frown on his face. I walk over and he immediately stands up.

"Bella!" Rosalie shouts, people who are not named Bella turn around. I need more liquor in order to keep up with this woman.

"Rosalie," I say.

"This is Jasper. You know the s-t-r-i-p-p-e-r from last night." I'm honestly surprised that she can still spell.

"I was also telling her that I'm a s-t-u-d-e-n-t at UNLV," he chuckles as she hands over my drink. I shake his outstretched hand.

"Sorry, she gets a little crazy with tequila," I say as a greeting, giving that this side of the room already knows my name thanks to Rosalie.

"Don't we all," he responds as he stays standing up in front of us.

"I was asking Jasper here about Mr. Gluteus Maximus."

Oh God, she now also has no filter.

I gulp down my drink, knowing I'm going to need it because of where this conversation is going. Jasper glances over at me and smirks. What the hell did Rosalie tell him while I was away?

"Where you guys not paying attention to our names last night?"

"Our minds were otherwise occupied," Rosalie says and I laugh loudly because I was pretty much just thinking the same thing, of course I would have never said it out loud like she just did. Well maybe if I had enough alcohol.

Jasper laughs along with us.

"I'm kinda scared to ask what she called you when you approached her," I tell him.

"Mr. Bulge, which I did not take offense to."

I roll my eyes at Rosalie and she shrugs her shoulders, "it was in my face," she says as if his nickname is obvious.

"Do you ladies need another drink?"

"Don't worry about it," she shows him her bracelet.

"I have the hook-up too. Anything with tequila, right?"

Rosalie nods her head in approval. He winks at her as he turns around.

"He's nice," I tell Rosalie once I see him over by the bar.

"He's trouble," Rosalie contradicts.

"What? Why?"

"Look at him! He just screams sex."

"What? That makes no sense, Rosalie."

"He's the boy version of me, but single."

"Well, just remember that difference."

"Don't worry, I know what's waiting for me back home," she winks at me as I see Jasper make his way back with six shots of tequila. I groan as I realize that with Jasper staying by our side it was going to be a crazier night then I was ready for.

"Don't forget that we have to be up early," I remind her. She nods her head.

"You guys heading back home tomorrow?" Jasper asks hearing what I had just said.

I nod my head while he hands two shots to each of us and then keeps the other two for himself.

He raises both of them in toast, "well then, to beautiful women."

"To last nights in Vegas," I add.

"To Mr. Gluteus Maximus!" Rosalie shouts and quickly finishes off both of her shots. I follow her example.

"I told you his name was Edward," Jasper says once he finishes his tequila.

Mr. Green Eyes finally has a name and not one I would expect.

"That doesn't sound as fun," Rosalie says. I have to say that I agree.

"I'm already offended that you're not interested in me, but to make it worse you think Edward seems like fun?"

"I'm not interested," Rosalie says distastefully, "but I do owe Bella one."

"And why is that?" he looks over at me. I shrug my shoulders, if anything, I owe her.

"She save your life or something?"

Rosalie rolls her eyes. Tequila makes her do that a lot, I notice, but he stares, waiting for an answer.

"We're staying at one of the suites here and guess whose paying for it?"

My heart misses a beat. Was it safe for her to tell him that?

He let's out a low whistle while his blue eyes turn and stare at me. "That must cost a pretty dime."

Rosalie nods her head. "So it would be nice if you helped a friend out?" The way she's staring at him let's me know that Jasper is about to do anything she asks for.

"He usually skips these places, but I'm sure he'll make an exception tonight," his eyes take a quick glance at me. I look away. "Let me hit him up."

I don't know whether I should start jumping up and down or fake illness and excuse myself to our room for the rest of the night. Instead of doing either though I finish the drink in my hand, get up and get us another round.

I can hear you guys saying...FINALLY! Next chapter WILL include a stripper that all of you have been telling me to bring back!
He might come earlier then Thursday if you guys ask nicely ;)