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Bella Swan/Emmett's a lightweight
"I don't get how life can be so unfair," Alice wails, bringing the half gallon bottle to her lips.
It's almost bigger than her, but she manages.
"Let it out," Emmett coos.
I'm starting to get a little weirded out.
He's playing the supportive girlfriend role a little too well.
Like he's drag queen convincing.
I cannot wait until Halloween next year.
The ideas. I have them.
"Why in the name of Abella Danger would I meet someone like him and then lose him just as quick?"
Leave it to Alice to worship a porn star like it's a religion
"Sweetie, you didn't lose him. You sent him away," I explain.
Alice glares.
Ruh-roh.
"This is all your fault."
"Whoa. I connected the dots so you wouldn't get blindsided that you happened to run in the same social circles."
Emmett cannot handle his liquor.
His face turns purple before he starts cackling like a hen.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just pictured Whitlock in a ball gag ... and I can't."
"I'm the one who wore the gag, Em," Alice mutters.