AN: March 24, 2010 prompt. Sorry, I've had a bad case of writers block. Well not exactly a block more like an idea decided to take over. I'm currently working a contest entry that is filled with angst and I can't seem to change from that mode to write much else.

I've been asked before why I don't drink, here's a chance to answer that question.

Penname: ericastwilight

Original or Derivative (fanfiction): derivative

Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): M for language and under age drinking

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Prompt: Blurb in 500 words: Drunk

They laughed at her, as they always did when she refused a drink. Bella Swan, the police chief's daughter was what everyone expected her to be.

Smart and a good girl, but she was sassy too. If you'd piss her off she'd light a fire up under your ass in under a second. It was what first drew him in. That fire, the spirit that arose whenever she was passionate about something.

He'd only wished she'd been passionate about him. Ever since she showed him around school on his first day six months ago, all he wanted was a taste of her. She never wanted to be more than friends, he thought. She had made it clear when Mike asked her to the movies that she wasn't looking for anything. She just wanted to get out of this town, and to that, she had to concentrate on her studies and not get hung up on some guy.

Since then, Edward didn't have the courage to ask her out officially. He'd take her to the movies, hell, he even held her hand when she was upset. Touched her whenever possible, it was torture. He'd take whatever he could get.

Just like what was happening to her now, he knew she'd need his support. She hated to be the center of attention. He had begged her to come to the party with him. He asked her to help bat away all the girls that wanted nothing more than to stick their tongue down his throat. Bella had been surprised by this, and even asked why he didn't want to pursue anyone here.

He answered her honestly. "They're not the one I want," he said to her, leading her to the kitchen of the house they were. Pockets of people were talking in low murmurs as they watched Bella blush.

Damn it, Edward thought. She was getting upset and he hated seeing her like this. It was his fault for bringing her.

"Come on, Swan," Emmett said loudly. "Don't be such a prude. Have a drink."

Bella shook her head and backed away from the cup Emmett tried to shove at her. "No, thank you," she said more firmly.

"She has a stick up her ass," Lauren sneered. "That's why she can't have a drink. She's daddy's little girl."

Bella rounded on Lauren and the fire was set in her eyes. Tears prickled, but she squashed that emotion down.

"You all want to know why I refuse to drink," she spat angrily, while Edward placed a calming hand on her. He wanted to soothe her, because he knew what was coming.

"Because I watched a drunk driver run down my cousin," she continued in an angry tone, but her face was blank of any emotions. All of them were in her eyes. "He was so drunk that he did it again." She turned to leave. "Besides I don't need to be drunk to have fun. Edward, I'm taking a ride on my motorcycle."

AN: There you go. Anyway, I have a few more prompts I'll put up throughout the day. I hope you'll forgive me for the lack of updates.

Erica