A/N: SM owns all things Twilight. Everything else is mine.

Chapter 37

The rest of the night goes just like I'm sure Emmett planned. We play a couple more rounds of darts, then moved on to the pool table. I'm usually pretty good at pool when I'm sober, but apparently, I'm not as great drunk. It's a little after one in the morning, I think, and I've had two Jack and Cokes and four beers.

The bar closes at 2 AM, so it should be last call here shortly. Emmett takes pity on me and decides that he'll buy the last round, including water. This last beer might be a bad idea, but whatever. I'm actually having fun and a having beautiful face to look at helps. 'Course, now that I'm drunk, I'm kind of horny.

Damn Emmett and his hidden agenda. Knowing him, I'm sure this was part of his plan. Fucker. This pool stick might do something to that head of his. Wait, no not the head. I want it to sting not knock him out. Maybe his bicep? Yeah, that'll do.

"Yoo Hoo!" Jasper waves his hand in my face. "What's got you thinking so hard? That's dangerous while drunk."

"Fuck you, cowboy. And I was thinking about smacking the ape with my stick."

Now, normally I would have caught myself and rethought that to word it differently, but by the loud laughter coming from Jasper, I realize my brain-to-mouth filter is not connected. Motherfucking alcohol. So I do what any other happy drunk fucker would do. I start laughing too, then smack him with my stick – my pool stick. I also make my way to the other side of the table and finally smack Em in his arm.

"The fuck man! What was that for?"

"That was for your ulterior motive to get me laid, you fucker."

"Yeah, well it's been working, hasn't it? That Bella's been keeping tabs on you the whole time." He jerks his head in her direction and sure enough, Bella is smiling at us while cleaning a glass.

By the time closing time happens, I'm still too drunk to drive. Emmett, being the asshole that he was tonight, wouldn't take me home. So here I am, waiting outside on the hood of my car until Bella comes out or I sober up enough. Unfortunately, things are starting to spin a little more, so I don't think I'll be driving anytime soon.

I don't know how long I've been sitting next to my car, but Bella's voice makes me lift my head out of my hands.

"You okay to drive?" I blink a few times to try and see her clearer, but it's not really working. I mumble out a no and shake my head. That action makes me groan. Bad idea. "Where did your brother go?"

"That jackass left me here." I groan out. Bella seems amused by my pain.

"Alright. Come on you." She grabs my hands and helps me up. "I'll drive you home."

A/N: Ooooh! Bella is taking him home! Which home?