Vampires can get drunk.
Both poisonous and black bloods.
But of course it worked different for each.
Poisonous vampires could drink a glass of whichever alcohol without repercussions though it could bring them drowsiness sometimes. The lack of blood in their bodies made the alcohol hit them harder and faster than it would to an average human.
Black bloods on the other hand could drink nothing but half a glass without consequences. The blood and venom mixed in their bodies provoked a heightened reaction to it and it could hit them twice as hard as it would to a poisonous vampire.
Alice was aware of this therefore all she let Jasper have was a sip.
So, how did he end up sitting under a table with a half eaten slice of cake- When did he even had the time to steal a slice without anyone noticing?
And there was a half empty bottle of champagne right between his legs.
The bowtie was missing and his suit's jacket had lost the clip that kept it closed. His shirt untucked and wrinkled, there were also a few strands of hair falling on his face. His gaze glazed and frosting smeared on the corner of his mouth. A frown of utter concentration plastered on his face as he braided flowers into an odd collar.
-Howdy mah darlin'.- He smiled at her sweetly and love drapped over her like a warm blanket. The sheer force of his adoration making her glad she was kneeling for her knees became weak.- Have ah ever told ya how breathtakingly gorgeous you're?- Now fascination joined the warm and thick fog he was engulfing her in.- Yer so beautiful. So so beautiful. An' nice. An' kind. Ah love ya now an' forever ever.
That last statement he finished it by leaning forward to put the collar of flowers on her before giving her an Eskimo kiss.
Alice wanted to grab him and kiss him more than ever right now but he was broadcasting his emotions too much and that was dangerous considering there were still humans around.
Thus.
She snatched the bottle from him and the look of utter betrayal he gave her along with the whiplash of absolute sorrow could have made her apologize at any other moment.
But not now.
The guests were gone. Yes. Though she could swear she saw Seth and Charlie eating what was left of the cake.
But the Cullens were around along with some of the cleaning crew and the last thing she needed was for someone to catch Jasper eating and drunk.
Or for him to influence the others with his emotions and cause a disaster.
Thus she took the cake from him and left it on the table, grabbing a napkin to clean his mouth with despite this one's protests and attempts at pushing her hand away. When she was done she grabbed his arm and dragged him out from under the table.
-Let's go inside.- She whispered at him tugging on his arm while also making sure to avoid people.- Are you out of your mind? Why would you drink?
-Ah lac the mix champagne an' cake make. S' not lac there was anythin' else ta drink, aside from the guests of course. Why couldn't ah taste 'em? Wasn't lac ah could turn 'em ta begin with.
-Quiet. Someone could hear.- Alice shushed him feeling a bit irritated at his careless decision to do something as stupid as to drink. She swatted at his free hand as she noticed him fiddling with the remaining buttons of his shirt.- Don't do that.
-S' hotter than a billy goat with a blow torch woman.
-I don't care. You won't be taking any more layers off if I have a say in it, which I certainly do.
He scoffed at her but still dropped his arm.
-And where's your bowtie?
-S' over yonder.- He mumbled pointing to nowhere in particular. Alice sighed.
For a moment Alice thought that no one would get to see Jasper like this.
But then he decided to leave the ground and Alice in a moment of panic that someone would see him flying pulled him down more violent than meant to and he rammed his elbow right on the countertop as he stumbled back on the ground. Marble cracking under the force of the impact.
-That doesn't look good.- Jasper mumbled almost at the same time Rosalie made her apparition holding a bunch of flowers.- Howdy beautiful.
Rosalie raised an eyebrow at the odd greeting before her gaze fell on the cracked countertop.
-It was an accident.- Alice was quick to say. Jasper fred himself from her hold and before she could grab him he was approaching Rosalie.
He came to a halt right infront of Rosalie with his arms outstretched almost as if asking for a hug.
-Allow meh ta help ya ma'am.
-Are you drunk? Is he drunk?- Rosalie asked incredulous as she glanced at Alice. Jasper scoffed at her and Rosalie felt a wave of indignation hit her.
-'m not drunk . Mah name's Jasper Jackson Whitlock Hale Cullen. Jasper for short. Or Jazz. Or J.J. Or Jazzy. No, scratch that, only mah wife gets ta call meh Jazzy. You're not allowed.
This time Rosalie raised both eyebrows.
He was drunk.
Jasper was drunk. Drunk .
He was the last person she ever expected to see drunk. His clothes as askew as his hair.
-Rosalie where-- Esme's words came to a halt as she noticed the crack of the countertop which stood out like a sore thumb.- Who did this?- She questioned sternly, how many times has she told them to keep their strength at bay?
-Ah believe that was meh. It was an accident ah promise.- Jasper told. Guilt rippled the air like a thick sour concoction and both his tone and the fact that his eyes were so glazed along with his askew appearance told Esme one thing.
He was drunk.
He . Was. Drunk .
-Oh mama dun't be mad. You're lookin' pretty as a peach today, dun't lemme ruin yer mood. Ah promise I'll fix it. The countertop that is. Not yer mood. Father says s' wron' ta mess with people's emotions.
Each word that came out of his mouth fell on deaf ears for Esme had froze on the "mama".
He had even thrown his arms around her.
Jasper and hugs were like oil and water. He didn't do hugs.
And he had called her "mama".
Surprise and shock were weighing her down at that fact.
And then happiness overtook her. Joy. Love. Her hand coming to rest at the back of his head, if she was being honest, she had never expected Jasper to call her "mom" at all. Or mama in this case.
She could almost feel her eyes sting due to this wonderful moment she had never thought would be possible.
And then the most unexpected sound reached her ears.
A chuckle.
And with the chuckle a comfortable warmness settled over the air. It was bright and liberating.
It took Esme quite a time to realize what that feeling was. Happiness . Such unadulterated happiness it made her chest feel lighter and warmer.
But this wasn't hers.
It was his.
-Not that I mind but what possessed you to get drunk?- Esme couldn't help but ask in amusement, Jasper wasn't one to lose his composure if he could have a say in it. And while any other parent would get mad or disapprove at their child getting drunk Esme and Carlisle didn't particularly mind.
Because vampires couldn't age, therefore, even if her children were teenagers that was and would forever be their permanent state. Keeping them from drinking wasn't fair. And Jasper was way older than her. He was turned in 1863. She wasn't even born yet.
Still.
While they were allowed to drink they weren't allowed to do so in a public place where any human could be witness to any potential inhuman action.
Emmett was the one who loved to get drunk from time to time. In fact. Once the guests were gone he took it to drink the champagne that was left over.
-Ah was thirsty, couldn't drink the guests, figured that would've been rude.- He mumbled making Rosalie and Esme smirk in amusement. He pulled back from the hug and turned to look at Rosalie for a moment.- Gimme.
He stole the flowers from Rosalie and proceeded to walk off.
-He's one weird drunk.- Rosalie stated as she watched her brother disappear into the living room with the bunch of flowers.
Alice sighed. She really should take him upstairs before he outed himself doing something stupid. But there was a lot of stuff to pick up and he had taken the bunch of flowers with him. Jasper and flowers meant he would be doing some random thing that wouldn't put him in danger.
Thus, trusting that, she left him be.
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-For someone whose meant to be dangerous he sure can look harmless.- Rosalie muttered to herself as she glanced at the railing where Jasper had been sitting at for the past hour braiding flowers into crown flowers that he threw at anyone who walked below, so far four women from the cleaning crew had fallen victim of his antics along with Renee when she was leaving.
The precision he had to make the flower crowns land right on the person's head wouldn't be unnatural if he weren't drunk.
Esme had also befallen victim of it.
And Rosalie herself.
And Seth.
And Emmett.
Emmett who was for some odd reason counting the leaves from the bushes and the trees while still wearing the flower crown. She attributed it to him being drunk.
Still .
The most noticeable thing here was the fact that Jasper's shirt had lost a few buttons at some point and he was now missing his shoes and socks.
Alice wouldn't stop throwing him looks. Almost as if expecting him to combust at any given moment.
He was kicking his legs in the air and he looked so focused it was quite amusing.
And then he ran out of flowers.
