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Chapter 21
Bags packed? Check. Plane tickets? Check. Keys to the house given to Jasper with explicit instructions to not let anyone in unless it is an emergency? Check. Edward and I are currently heading off to Vegas for Christmas. Yes, Las Vegas, and already I was beginning to have some strange déjà vu episodes. I spent the first ten minutes of the flight trying to convince that the air hostess is the same one that was on my flight from my first trip to Vegas. He didn't believe. When Edward suggested a Vegas Christmas I was nerved at first. It was across the country, we would be away from family and friends and, well frankly, no good shit goes down in Vegas. Vegas, was the beginning, but now I was worrying that it would be the end. Edward seemed confident, so I pushed through, trusting him completely.
The plane landed, my ears popped, we collected our bags, and we both made our way into sin city.
"Where are we off to?" I asked as Edward picked up our rental car.
He scoffed, "Bella, I am so hurt you don't know where we are going."
I laughed; he looked like he was deeply hurt, except I could see the glint in his eyes that told me he had something up his sleeve.
He pulled up and valet opened my door, stepping out I realised immediately where we were.
I laughed, smiled and frowned all in one. Only Edward would consider recreating this. I wouldn't be surprised if he had gotten us the same room, barman, and bed sheets.
"Whoa, nice hotel Edward." I said, his smile faltered for a second as we walked across the lobby, I took his hand, "Don't worry I remember." I whispered and his smile picked up again.
Edward didn't get us the same room as last time, it was a better room. I laughed at myself whilst we were travelling in the lift.
I remember the floor number. 5, and as I watched the numbers tick by I knew I was freaking Edward out with my jitteriness, I was relieved when the number ticked over to 6. Reaching the room we freshened up and headed down stairs for dinner.
"You know this is a pretty decent hotel," I said as we walked back to our room after dinner. Edward had decided to go the long way though, and I was completely lost.
"Yes, well it does have its flaws." He smiled as we turned the corner.
Two wooden, saloon styled, hinged doors faced us, and Edward dragged me through the unrecognisable doors. The dimly lit bar opened to us and I immediately flushed. This is where it went down.
We stood there, at the entrance to the bar. Then finally we both broke down in bouts of laughter. Edward dragged me over to the bar and we both sat down.
"What can I get you two?" The bartender asked.
I looked at Edward, "No whiskey?" I laughed.
"Two beers." He stuttered.
"Here you kids go," The barman said returning with our drinks, "You two look familiar, almost like," He said not finishing his sentence. He shook his head as if trying to dispel the thought.
"Well," Edward started, "We were here a couple of months ago." I blushed and looked at Edward, my eyes were wide. He wasn't going to tell him? No, this wasn't the same barman was it?
"Well then I probably recognise you two from then." He left us alone and started talking to the other barman.
"Edward Cullen, you weren't going to tell him who we are, were you?" I asked.
He smiled, "No, I was just seeing if I could jog his memory." He smiled dazzling me.
A boisterous laugh pulled me from my bedazzlement. I looked up, almost expecting to see Emmett, but it was the bartender.
"I remember you two, I remember." He chuckled.
I glanced at Edward who had a shocked, bemused expression on his mug.
"Where from?" I asked slowly.
"YouTube...my mate...filmed you," He wheezed. His barman friend came over holding out his phone.
I took it shakily and held it between Edward and me.
It was us. Blood rushed to my cheeks as two barmen were reduced to tears.
"Oh God," I cried and hid my face in Edward's chest.
He was laughing though.
"Love look," He whispered in my ear and I hesitantly lifted my head, my cheeks still a flaming red, "We've got most hits." He said adding to my blush.
"Oh, I remember you guys," The bartender – Bill - went on, "That must have been quite a night." He reminisced, "How are you kids now?"
"Married," I interjected before Edward could, "Thanks, by the way." I added. He might as well know his part in our lives. The supplier of whiskey, the supplier of our shame, the supplier of the bar placed strategically near to a wedding chapel.
"Me, why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you! When people found out this was the bar that the famous 'Bennie' and 'Jet' performed, well let's just say we're raking it in."
"I'm glad you've been able to gain such profits from our humiliation, where's our cut?" Edward asked, I was unsure of his joking though, Bill was unsure too, but he laughed it off. Edward laughed too.
"You're a funny boy; you've caught a good one." He said to me.
"Well I think I have." I said.
The television crackled and the footy on the screen switched off.
"Everyone," Bill announced, "We have a special treat, 'Bennie' and 'Jet' are in the house!"
I looked at Edward, but he seemed to be taking this all in his stride and looked eagerly up at the screen while I hid my face.
The video clicked to life just as we reached the chorus – they seemed to have missed the introduction of the song only capturing the part where we were starting to get into it - where I was on the bar and Edward swaying dangerously on a bar stool. I saw Bill holding Edward's camera, so Bill's barman friend must be the one who got hold of the video that was uploaded.
It was strange to watch this with sober eyes. Edward and I had only seen this once before, but we were both hung-over and probably cringed for the most part.
The bar was singing along with our incorrect lyrics and cheered when we finished.
We left the bar, random drunks high 5-ing and slapping us on the back all the way out. Just as we were about to exit through the saloon doors Bill called Edward back.
"I'll wait outside." I told him and he quickly pecked me on the cheek. I stood outside the door. People exited the bar and I granted them their much wanted fist pumps before they continued on the way.
"What did he want?" I asked when Edward returned.
"He just wanted to let me know if we needed anything whilst we were here to let him know so he could 'hook us up'" Edward chuckled.
"Yes well if I ever need my dignity trashed, filmed and uploaded I will definitely contact him." I joked. Edward just smiled in response.
A/N So I know this isn't much, but maybe it's there for a reason, maybe I'm Foreshadowing?? Maybe not, maybe I'm just messing with you all. Let me know what you think, of the chapter and my deviousness. REVIEW!!