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"...CAN'T READ MY, CAN'T READ MY. NO YOU CAN'T READ MY POKER FACE..." We all shouted in unison, as we headed down the highway. Alice and Rosalie's voices stood out from the group in that they were actually on pitch. But no one cared.

Rose was driving, I was in shotgun, Alice was in between us, and Emily, Rachel and Leah were in the back seat. We continued yelling out the lyrics to whatever song was on the radio.

Half an hour later, we pulled up at the club. We hoped out and Rosalie handed the valet her car keys.

"Get one finger print on it and I'll have your head," she hissed menacingly.

We got in and went to a couch at the back with the drinks we ordered. I didn't know what to get, so Rose ordered me a pina colada. And I got to say, it was pretty good.

After a while we all got up and were dancing away to the music. Guys kept hitting on us- especially Alice and even more so; Rosalie- and asking us to dance, but we all said no. We were all happily married. Well except for Leah.

"I feel so weird being the only single one," Leah complained.

"So mingle then Leah," Emily shouted to her over the blaring music.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah and maybe I'll imprint on one of these pathetic losers looking for a one night stand," she muttered sarcastically.

"C'mon, I bet their not all bad," I said.

"Well, I'm not gonna take my chances."

"Suit yourself."

We went back to yelling the lyrics to the songs and swaying in time with the music. So far, I was really enjoying my twenty-first birthday.

I had another pina colada and two strawberry daiquiris. I was starting to feel kind of funny. Was I drunk? I giggled out loud- getting some strange looks from the girls.

"That's one thing I'll never miss," Rosalie murmured, eyeing me with concern.

"You've been drunk?" Alice asked her.

"Once- the next day was not pleasant," Rosalie answered.

"That's yet another human experience I missed out on," Alice sighed.

"Trust me Alice; you didn't miss anything."

They both turned to stare at me as I made my way back to the bar. "I'll have a beer," I ordered.

The bartender handed me the beer. I made my way back to the rest of them. I took a swig of my beer and nearly threw up. "This stuff is nasty!" I shouted.

"I don't like beer either," Rachel said.

Despite my earlier statement, I took another sip. I then continued to chug the rest of it, while the girls tried to get me to stop.

"Claire, you shouldn't drink anymore," Alice warned me, "You won't be feeling so great tomorrow."

"I'm fine, Alice. But I'll stop drinking if it makes you feel better," I

"You'll be happy you did in the morning." I slurred.

Emily looked at her wrist watch and sighed, "We should probably get going. It's one thirty in the morning."

"Oh, would you look at that," I mumbled, "it's the morning, and I feel great."

"Yeah, we should get her out of here," Rachel agreed.

"You guys are such party poopers," I said with a yawn.

Alice and Rosalie tugged me by my arms as I stumbled along towards the door.

"How 'bout I take you home with me baby," some drunk guy said to me.

"I'm happily married and I have a son," I replied.

"C'mon you don't have to tell your husband. It'll just be our little secret," he said as persuasively as he could through his drunken state. This guy was way more drunk than I was.

Anger welled through me at his words. There was no way that I could ever cheat on Quil. My hand automatically clenched into a fist. My arm pulled back and then snapped forward, connecting with his nose, causing a satisfying crunch. The guy tumbled away from my blow, his hand covering his nose. I felt Rose and Alice become more rigid at my sides as I watched the blood ooze down his face. They pulled me the rest of the way out of the club.

They buckled me into the backseat of the convertible this time and Leah sat in the front. Rosalie put the hood up since it was starting to rain. She gracefully hopped in and drove off.

"Your definitely gonna feel that tomorrow," Leah muttered, with a chuckle.

"My hand feels fine," I mumbled in protest, "dudn't hurta bit." My words were starting to slur.

"That's all the alcohol."

I just shrugged.

The last thing, I remember is arriving back in Forks.

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