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Hi there everyone! Thank you all so much for the fabulous reviews! I was going to have this out this weekend but I wasn't home until late at night on Friday and Saturday plus I was sick during the week, but thanks for being mildly patient! I'm glad you all loved drunk Bella. I'll cut this short and just get down to it! Enjoy!

Bella POV

As soon as the club closed, the crew got down to business to help clean. Everyone pitched in...except for Alice and I. After breaking three glasses Edward suggested we should just relax. Alice tried to get Jasper to mix us more apple martinis but even he denied her. She made due with dancing around the floor and singing karaoke.

I on the other hand stayed on my spinney chair, spinning until I felt like I was going to throw up and then I would rest my head on the bar until I felt fine and then do it all over again. Edward kept trying to get me to stop, saying he really didn't want to clean up my vomit, but I assured him no puke would come from my mouth.

When Edward emptied the cash register and followed Emmett and Jasper into the back room Alice sprinted across the room and into the bar, mixing us apple martinis as fast as she could. We clinked glasses and chugged them down and then drank the leftovers from the shaker. I started coughing and licked my dry lips.

"Either I'm much drunker than I think, or this is really strong," I said, my voice hoarse.

Alice quickly washed the cups and giggled.

"I figured this would be our last drink of the night so I put some extra ingredients in!" she chirped.

Under normal circumstances I would have scolded her, but the alcohol was rushing back to my brain and I just cheered for her.

"Yay Alice! You know what? You know what I wish?" I said.

Alice put the stuff away and leaned over the counter.

"What?"

I laughed suddenly and then hiccuped.

"I wish that I was as smart as you. You are...you are my best friend!"

We started another giggle fit that erupted a hiccup fit. When the boys came from the back door Alice screamed and jumped over the bar, miscalculating the distance and falling on her face. I laughed so hard that the chair spun and sent me flying right on top of her. We held onto each other for dear life and started laughing all over again.

"Remind me next time to hide the booze from them," I heard Emmett tease.

After the cleaning was finally done, the boys fetched us from the booth they designated us to sit in. Even that couldn't keep us out of trouble. Alice decided to show me the "ice" trick. Once she started pouring salt on top of my hand, I knew this wasn't going to end well but the martini in my system sent thrill to my mind and I urged her on. She dumped a lump sum of salt on my hand and then placed an ice cube on top. She put a napkin over that and then pressed down as hard as she could. At first I couldn't feel it so I just started laughing when it tingled.

"What does this do?" I practically yelled, letting my mouth hand open in wonder.

She giggled. "It burns your hand and leaves a scar!"

I, too, laughed at that.

"No way! Cool!"

After that, it wasn't cool. It started to burn and hurt like the worst hell I could think of while being impaired. My hand started shaking and tears built up in my eyes.

"OH MY GOD! That hurts! Stop Alice!"

Alice didn't seem to care and I was way to drunk to realize I could just pull my hand away.

I started screaming until suddenly my hand was away from the ice. I stared at my hand, half wondering how it got away and half trying to figure out why it was still burning.

"Bella? Are you alright?"

I looked up to see Edward sitting beside me, gently holding my hand in his. Across from me I could hear Alice giggling and Jasper trying to calm her down.

"I can't believe you actually did the ice trick to her," Jasper snickered.

My hand looked all soggy and had a nasty looking scar building up. The tears over flowed my eyes as the burning slowly halted. Edward wiped the excess salt off my hand and kissed it better.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

I couldn't even bare to look at my hand. I couldn't believe I actually fell for that. While I sulked and cried Edward pulled out a bandage and placed it over. Then he took my face in his hands and gently wiped my tears away with his thumbs.

"It's okay Bella, the scar will go away in a few weeks. Alice did it to me once, I know how you feel," he sympathized.

I sniffled a little. "She did?"

He chuckled. "Yep, I was roaring drunk too. My scar was worse, there's still a little trace of it."

"Come on my little drunk ones, let's blow this popstand!" Rosalie called out.

We all decided to walk to the diner since it was down the street; we'd come back for the cars after.

At the time I was totally fine with it...that is until I realized how cold it was. Even though I had on a wool peacoat and a hat and gloves and a scarf, I was still shivering, which was fine because Edward would just pull me even closer. People weren't lying when they said winter in Seattle was hell.

The snow started to fall lightly and Alice broke away from Jasper's embrace. She skipped ahead of us and started twirling around, trying to catch snowflakes and dance at the same time. I could hear Jasper laughing from behind me.

"Come on Bella! This is so much fun!"

I watched her jump around like a child and the adrenaline kicked in again. I let go of Edward and ran ahead with Alice. Even though it was 3 in the morning there were still a bunch of people walking around...and they were all staring at us, I think a few even snapped some pictures and laughed.

Not only was Alice right about the fun thing, but it got me warm. By the time we got to the diner I was sweating with all my clothes on. We found a booth and tore our coats off before collapsing in. The rest of them piled in after us, pretending to not know us.

We ordered heaps of food, Alice and I especially, and set it all in the middle so we could all share. Apparently this was a tradition. I guess the Cullen's really did share everything.

After eating all the food, Alice made a discovery that would most likely create teasing until the end of time. She had just slurped her milkshake all the way down when suddenly a song started playing on the jukebox.

"OH MY GOD!" she yelled.

It was so loud that everyone in the whole diner turned to look at her. Alice scrambled across everyone's lap and ran to the juke, laying her face across it.

"What is it?" I whispered, feeling my head getting suddenly very heavy.

Then I recognized the song. It was Taking Chances by Celine Dion.

"Alice is like...in love with this song," Rosalie informed me.

I sat up straight when Alice turned around and starting to shimmy her body very seductively up and down the juke.

"Well, it is a good song. I really like it," I added, trying to defend poor Alice.

When it hit the chorus Alice moved away from the jukebox and started doing some weird interpretive dance. It looked like she was choking. Edward suddenly got out of the booth and pulled me with him.

"Care to dance?" He asked.

I looked around as everyone stared.

"But we're in a diner...and I all I want to do is sleep!" I protested. I felt like any second my legs would give out and I'd being snoring on the ground. Edward wasn't having that. He pulled me tightly against his chest and swayed with the music.

When the chorus played again Edward lowered his face so that I could feel his hot breath on my ear. Then he started to quietly sing the lyrics to me.

"What do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?
Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,
What do you say,
What do you say?"

He continued singing to me until the song ended and by then I was in tears, burying my face into his chest. I had never felt this way in my whole life. I had never felt so loved and adored before.

"Bella? What is it?" he whispered, alarmed by my tears.

I looked up into his eyes and tried to hold the waterfall of tears back.

"Nothing, I just...." I had to pause and looked around. Almost everyone in the whole diner was up and dancing. Someone had started the song over again. I turned back to my angel.

"I love you more than you'll ever know. I've never ever felt like this and I keep finding these new feelings everytime I'm with you and I don't ever want them to stop."

Edward's heart started to beat as fast as mine. His eyes became so sincere and loving that it hurt to keep looking, almost as if I were afraid they would stop if I turned away.

"Then I'll never stop loving you," he vowed.

Something in his voice...his eyes...his touch made me realize that he was serious...and for the first time in a long time, I believed those words. Ignoring what my brain was telling me-that promises like that were made and broken all the time-I listened to my heart.

My heart told me that Edward was the real deal. It didn't matter this was our first offical night together or that we might not be together tomorrow. I was in too deep. I came to Seattle not looking for love, but I somehow it ended up finding me.

I knew at that moment that I was grateful for each and every lie I've said to Cullens. I was happy that I took the job and something I never thought I'd think, that I was glad Andrew pushed me into this. Because for each guilty thought I've had about lying to them, each time I've thought about quitting, I was truly thankful to be on this secret job. Because it brought me to Edward. I would have never met him if it weren't for my undercover story.

I had never believed in fate until that moment.

So...what did you think? Does that last couple of paragraphs make any of you think differently of Bella's job? Don't freak out, I'm not trying to change your mindset. I had no idea that stuff was going to come out but it just came out when I was typing, I didn't even have to think about it. But it does make sense. And that whole ice and salt thing hurts sooo bad. I've had it done once to me and now whenever someone makes me do something gross and I do the ice trick to them...it's a good dare. :) Enjoy and please review!!