A/N: Hi Folks. I've returned with some more Edroar for you. I'll save my blabbering for later. Meet you at the bottom.

Happymess: Thank you for being a ninja beta.

*DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight…I'm just a girl with an odd penguin fetish. (winks at Tami)

A place where there isn't any trouble. Do you suppose there is such a place, Toto? There must be. It's not a place you can get to by a boat or a train. It's far, far away. Behind the moon, beyond the rain...

-Dorothy, the Wizard of Oz

Big warm arms swooped me up, surrounding me, covering me like a blanket.

My face flattened against his chest, I curved my hand to keep my beer bottle from poking into his stomach. My eyes focused on the dark sunglasses that hung from the neckline of his button down shirt.

I breathed in deeply; the crisp scent of tobacco laced with a slight tinge of cinnamon filled my nostrils. It was a scent I knew well, a natural relaxant for me.

I exhaled softly; a sigh of content escaped my lips.

I often wondered if other people sniffed their best friend as vigorously as I did. I wondered if other people sniffed their best friend at all. Probably not, but then again not everyone's best friend was Jasper Whitlock.

If there was such a thing as smooth dude DNA, he was covered in it.

The minute he rolled his soulful greenish grey eyes over a girl she was a goner, add to that his lazy smile and southern charm and the boy could get anything his little heart desired…and he knew it.

We joked about it quite often. I loved playing the how many sips game with him. How many sips of his drink would Jazz take before a girl gave him her number?

Usually by the time he swallowed his second sip she was eagerly typing it into his phone for him. He didn't even have to type the damn number in himself.

Effortless, I tell you.

Jasper's family moved to Forks when he was ten. I'd never heard anything like his Texas accent before. It used to make me chuckle.

He would say perty instead of pretty and naht instead of night. He still did, and sometimes ten year old me silently chuckled.

Much to my dismay his arms slowly released me. I wasn't really a huggy type of a person, but Jasper hugs felt more like a beacon in the storm, he always pulled me in. He grounded me.

"Looks like someone had a rough day," he noted while curiously searching my face for signs of trouble.

I just shrugged my shoulders impassively before turning and heading for the kitchen. I didn't want to make a big deal out of my jerk of a boss. I really didn't. There was no point in sitting around complaining about it.

What good would that do?

I grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator and handed it to him. He popped it open and lifted it to his lips, all while eyeing me knowingly.

"So, was working for The Man all you hoped it would be?" He pulled a chair out, spun it around and straddled it.

His long legs stretched out under the kitchen table. He had a tall, thin physique but was still muscular, particularly his arms. I guess years of playing the bass will do that for you.

Jasper made it clear on several occasions that he thought it was a mistake for me to accept the job at Cullen Publishing.

I suppose I could have just admitted to him that he was right, but for some reason I felt compelled to defend my new job.

I raised my chin and narrowed my eyes at the gloating best friend that sat before me.

"As a matter of fact, it was more than I hoped for." I threw him my best poker face, which unfortunately was not very good. "My co-workers are extremely pleasant people." I added for good measure.

Our eyebrows rose up at the same time, wise ass grins spread across our faces.

We really were like twins…except he had boy parts.

He leaned forward a little, resting his arms across the back of the chair. His jet black rocker hair fell across his face as he tilted his head down, causing his fedora to slide forward a bit.

Oh how he cherished that hat.

The thing looked like it was older than dirt. Yet somehow it added to his charm or maybe headded to its charm. I was never really sure.

"So…yeah they're very fun people to be around." I continued on, raving about my new co-workers. They were fun. I wasn't lying about that.

He didn't look convinced. I took a long swig of my beer, ignoring the skeptical look he shot me.

"Fun huh," his smirk had a bit of a frown to it. "Is that why you look like you just lost your best friend?" He tipped his beer at me in accusation. "Who I might add is an amazing guy and not going anywhere." His lips rolled up into a lazy smile.

That smile didn't have the same effect on me as it did on just about every other woman he chose to unleash it on. He was like my brother for Christ's sake.

Truth be told that smile had no effect on my girlie parts at all, but it did have a killer effect on my heart…and he knew it.

I exhaled hard while slowly shaking my head at him in protest.

I leaned back against the refrigerator door and absentmindedly began to pick at the label on my bottle, the scattered remnants dropped to the floor like tiny snowflakes. I watched this process in utter amazement.

"Bella?"

"Hmm?"

"Come on…tell me about your day, Darlin." His tone became softer, sweeter.

Normally, I would have been talking a mile a minute about my day from the moment he stepped through the door, but for some reason I felt conflicted about it.

If there was one thing I was not, it was an indecisive person, yet that's exactly how I felt. Suddenly it seemed I was questioning every thought that popped in my head.

"Not much to tell," I shrugged. "I met some cool people, gave my boss a massage and came home." My tone was dull and uninterested, I even yawned for effect.

Who was I kidding?

Of course he saw right through me. You don't spend just about every day of the past fifteen years with someone and not know when they're trying to bullshit you.

He brushed his hand across his jaw, lightly scratching at the stubble he found there.

His eyes bore into mine. "Izzybell, you better tell me what's going on in that stubborn head of yours right now."

His drawl was enhanced when he became irritated, right became raht and now got a twang so fierce it put cowboys everywhere to shame.

My grandmother called me Izzybell. I missed her so much. She had more sass than anyone I'd ever known and the heart and soul of a gifted artist. She always lived her life to the fullest.

She didn't remember much of her youth and it wasn't due to old age, if you know what I mean. Granny knew how to party like a rock star.

We had the same laugh.

I strongly suspect she suffered with laughter control issues her whole life, but whenever she had a fit of laughter it was infectious and uplifting. She certainly didn't look like a freak, the way I did.

Jazz promised her he'd watch out for me. Apparently he took that promise very seriously. Sometimes I wasn't sure if he thought he was my big brother or my father.

I was actually six months older than him, but you'd never know it by the way he acted. He used that nickname knowing it would crash down my walls.

Conniving little bastard.

We engaged in a brief stare off. Oddly enough we had the ability to communicate with our eyes. Over the years it had proven to be quite handy.

After several minutes of eye talk I finally caved.

"Fine," I huffed, "I'm frustrated, okay? My boss is an arrogant fat cat that treats everyone around him like complete shit." I glared at him undeservingly.

"How shocking!" He feigned surprise. "Seriously, Bella. What did you expect to find in corporate America… equality?" He scoffed, looking thoroughly disgusted. "You're much smarter than that."

"No," I grumbled. "I didn't expect equality." I hesitated a moment, trying to figure out what in the hell I expected and came up blank. "I… don't know what I expected, but I certainly didn't expect to be treated like a servant." Bitterness laced my words.

I hated being bitter. Being bitter sucked. Perhaps the beer wasn't cutting it. Damn! I knew I should have gone for the hard liquor.

"So, you told him to shove it up his ass." He stated as though it were a given. I wondered what that said about me. People would never assume that of Angela.

"I let him know he doesn't scare me." I said before sipping my liquid therapy, enjoying the icy cold sensation as it trickled down my throat, slowly washing away the bitter taste left in my mouth.

I may have smiled a bit at the memory of Edroar's shocked expression when I told him he didn't frighten me.

A bright smile lit up Jasper's face. "That's my girl," He boasted. "You don't have to put up with that cake eater's bullshit. I told you to come work with me."

He jumped up from his chair and quickly made his way to the stereo in the living room, as though the conversation was over.

"And I told you I'm not slinging drinks to a bunch of drunken idiots wearing a skimpy ass costume for a living." I grumbled as he shuffled through my CD collection. "I'd rather work at the coffee house again." I mumbled, more to myself than him.

I went back to creating label flakes, it was hours of fun right at my fingertips. I made a silent vow to never drink from a can again.

I made it through half the label before the bottle was suddenly yanked from my hands and set down on the table; I was dragged over to the center of the kitchen.

"Jaaaazz what the F-"

'Now everybody have you heard

If you're in the game, then the stroke's the word'

I was in my stance, hands on my hips, fighting the ecstatic grin that was splattered across my face.

I rolled my eyes around like the snotty little bitch I was; he just smiled back at me wickedly, his beautiful white teeth gleaming like diamonds.

We had a shameless Billy Squier obsession. It was our guilty pleasure. He knew I was defenseless against it.

We spent the entire length of that song singing our guts out, dancing around like the eighties rock gods we were. I must admit Jasper's air guitar crushed mine every time.

That smooth bastard had some pretty slick moves.

My moves consisted of throwing up devil horns while banging my head around or just jumping up and down like I was having some kind of seizure. I always laughed the hardest when he spun us around the floor like we were ballroom dancing.

Several Squier songs and a six pack of beer later I had completely rocked myself out of my funk.

That's what best friends do for you.

I looked at the clock, it was quarter to six.

"Shit! I gotta go." I yelled out and downed the rest of my drink. I was physically unable to leave a beer unfinished. It just seemed so wrong.

"Where do you think you're running off to? I thought we were hanging out tonight?" He lit up a cigarette, took a drag of it and blew a thin stream of smoke from the corner of his mouth.

"Jazz we hang out every night." I reminded him wryly. I let out a small sigh as my shoulders dropped down. "I promised one of the girls I work with I'd meet up with her." I played it off as no big deal, which it really wasn't.

So why was I feeling so guilty about it?

"I thought you quit that job?" He sulked, while ashing his cigarette into an empty bottle.

Sometimes he really was like a little boy. A badass little boy with tattoos, piercings and a mouth so foul he could make a porn star blush….but still.

His eyes followed me as I dashed around the room like a woman on a mission. I zipped around turning off the stereo, cleaning up my label flakes from the floor, and putting down cat food for Yikes, who still couldn't be bothered to acknowledge my presence.

I looked around for my keys, which of course made me think of Jessica and I couldn't help but to laugh.

"What's so fucking funny?" He glared at me.

"What? Oh, nothing." I didn't want to explain it to him for fear of a laughter attack. I had more than enough of those for the day. "Are we a little testy tonight Jazzypoo?" I pinched his cheeks.

It annoyed the shit out of him, which made it all the more fun to do.

Jasper's pouty scowl made me smile widely. "I never said I quit." I rolled his cheeks around in little circles, distorting his face. "I merely said my boss was an arrogant fat cat that treats me like a servant." I patted the top of his beloved hat, which was totally off limits…again making it all the more fun.

He swatted my hands away from him as I giggled fiendishly.

"And you're okay with that?" He looked repulsed.

"No, of course I'm not okay with that, but I can't just quit my job. I've got bills to pay…and the people are nice there…and it's my plan A…" I suddenly started babbling random thoughts as they appeared in my mind, uncontrollably. It was like the floodgates had been opened.

The alcohol may have been a contributing factor because I just couldn't stop rambling on.

Jasper dropped his cigarette into his beer and placed it down on the table; then he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and slowly began to sway us side to side.

"Shhh…It's alright, Darlin, I understand. Just don't forget you have other options." He spoke softly.

Damn he was such a good friend.

I didn't get it. Why did I feel so unstable? It wasn't like me at all. I was spontaneous and carefree, not indecisive and over emotional.

"Look, I know you don't want to work at the casino, but I bet if you start off as a waitress you'll get a job at their spa in no time." He squeezed my shoulder lightly for reassurance.

I smiled up at him and placed my hand over his, on my shoulder. That was my Jazz always trying to fix things for me.

His eyes grew serious. "No one would daretreat you like a servant around me. That's for damn sure," he fumed. I lowered my head onto his shoulder, sniffing him as I did so.

I didn't doubt him for a moment, the guy was about as badass as they came, but I wasn't worried about being treated like a servant, I was worried about being treated like a piece of meat.

Jasper was a blackjack dealer at Clearwater Casino.

It was more of a resort really, located on the Suquamish tribal reservation about half an hour north of Seattle. It was a gorgeous place, almost as stunning as Cullen Publishing.

He made really good money as a dealer and was a natural at it. His abundance of charm combined with his slick wit made him one of the casino's most popular employees.

Every time he sat me down to explain the rules of blackjack, I'd just nod my head attentively and then head for the roulette table the minute he finished speaking.

It always made him laugh.

The action at the blackjack table moved so quickly and the players seemed so serious and a bit hostile in my opinion, though Jazz vehemently disagreed.

I found the roulette players to be laid back and fun loving. I felt a real camaraderie with them, as though it was us against the house. It was a sure bet I'd leave the table with no money, but it was alright, because I took one for the team.

Not to mention how cool it was watching that little ball of hope spin around the wheel on bated breath. It always gave me a rush.

The cocktail waitresses there wore very sexy tribal uniforms, tiny suede dresses, with plunging necklines, bordered with fringe, and topped off with matching headbands with bright colorful feathers.

They reminded me more of Native American showgirls than waitresses.

They looked beautiful of course, too beautiful perhaps, because I'd seen a few of them get groped by drunken fools on more than one occasion.

I definitely wouldn't last long as a waitress there; I'd knee those dirty bastards in the balls so fast they wouldn't know what hit them.

"Bella?" Jasper's voice drew me away from my violent thoughts.

"Yes?" I pulled away from my best friend remembering I had to get going.

"You know I'm not letting you drive anywhere." He was using his most fatherly of voices.

I let out a long sigh and smirked up at the Dadsper standing next to me. He really hated it when I called him that.

"Yeah, I know. I'm walking. I'm only going down the street." I grabbed my purse and was happy to find my keys inside it.

"Your co-worker lives down the street?" He followed me to the front door.

"Uh…no, I have no idea where she lives. I'm meeting her at The Bottleneck." I turned off the lights and opened the door.

He froze. "The Bottleneck." He repeated my words as though there must be some mistake. "You're hanging out at yuppie bars now?" His eyes widened from the shock of it.

"Jazz please, it's just a few drinks. You know yuppie bars aren't my thing." I rolled my eyes at the mere thought.

That was exactly why I didn't invite him to come with me. I knew he'd never be caught dead in a place like that. Normally I wouldn't either and he was calling me on it. I couldn't blame him for that.

He walked me to the bar grumbling along the way, but good naturedly so. The Bottleneck was on his way home. In all the years we'd been friends we always lived walking distance from one another.

It was one of our rules.

"You call me if you need anything." He drawled as we reached the entrance to the bar, little girl Bella giggled somewhere deep inside me.

I smiled up at him. "Don't I always?"

He tipped his hat and gave a playful wink in response.

He'd just turned away from me when out of nowhere a flying object struck him in the face full force.

"Incoming!" A woman's voice screeched.

Wait… I knew that voice.

It was a shoe. Jazz had to literally pull the stiletto heel out of his forehead, leaving a gaping wound behind. Blood gushed down his face at an alarming rate.

"What the fuck?" He yelled and then proceeded to spew a slew of filthy obscenities.

"Holy shit Jazz! Are you alright?" I frantically grabbed a hold of him and started shaking him around.

I was usually very calm in emergency situations, but the sight of blood was one of the few things that could make me panic. It was an involuntary reaction.

He grabbed hold of my hands stilling me instantly. I averted my eyes from the gruesome mess that had become his forehead.

"COME ON!" I screamed. "OH MY GOD…YOU NEED ICE AND BANDAGES!" I shouted at the top of my lungs to the empty space beside him.

I looked like an insane person.

The smell of his blood was actually making me feel a bit woozy and quite nauseous. I had a serious aversion to it. Always did. I was known for gagging from anything worse than a paper cut, it was so embarrassing. It made me feel like such a wuss.

I grabbed his hand and abruptly spun myself around, attempting to drag him into the bar with me, the sudden motion caused a powerful wave of dizziness, which rocked me so hard that I fell back, completely catching him off guard.

We dropped down to the pavement a tangled and bloody mess of screaming hysteria.

As I laid there dry heaving and covered in his blood, I heard what could only be described as a very peculiar tapping sound.

Tap

Tap

Tap

Slowly I raised my head up to see Jessica hopping toward us on one foot. She was hopping on the foot that still had a shoe on it, a shoe identical to the pink stiletto that lay beside Jasper's bloody head.

"I'm... so... sorry…that…was... totally... my… fault," she spoke each word as she hopped closer to us.

My stomach felt like a volcano about to burst. I rolled myself off Jasper who was busy reaching for his beloved fedora.

Had he left that god forsaken hat on his head it might have deflected the shoe or at least lessened the blow...but no he had to go and be all gentlemanly and now he was paying the price for it.

All I could think about was getting him inside the bar and getting help. I'm not ashamed to say I crawled over to the wall and began to scale myself up it, I felt too dizzy to just stand straight up.

I was just about standing when I felt a strong pair of hands lift me up the rest of the way….a strong pair of bloody hands.

Instinctively I gagged.

"Come on Bella, you're alraht Darlin."

Oh my god. He was soothing me. Good lord I was the absolute worst best friend ever.

We finally made our way into the bar hanging onto each other for dear life…alright I was hanging onto him for dear life, he was trying to keep us from falling over again, his vision was impaired from the massive amount of blood that was flowing down his face. I didn't even have anything to wipe it away with, it was just everywhere.

We staggered into the bar, it seemed like it took us hours to get there.

I was vaguely aware of the fact that Jessica was hopping behind us by the tapping sound I heard with each step we took.

"HELLO, CAN YOU HELP US PLEASE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs to the hostess standing directly in front of me, apparently I had lost the ability to speak at a normal volume.

"Oh my god what happened?" Alice's voice immediately rang out. She sprinted out of her seat toward us with the rest of the gang following close behind her.

Suddenly everything went from moving very slow to very fast. All in a matter of minutes we had ice packs, towels, water and many helping hands.

It took a little while but I finally managed to pull myself together. Alice was such a big help. She quickly began wiping the blood off me, and handed the messy towel to a thoroughly disgusted Emmett.

I sounded unstable and slightly manic as I gave a brief description of what happened, pausing midway through to introduce Jasper. They all said a sympathetic hello to him in unison.

He just nodded his bloody head in response.

Poor Jazz…so not how I hoped they would meet him.

A few minutes later Mike pranced his way down the main aisle of the bar, working it like a runway model. He was in the men's room when we came in, probably staring at himself in the mirror.

I watched as he quickly assessed the situation before him.

His eyes darted over to Jessica, who for some insane reason was very busy trying to balance herself on one foot, which was actually quite impressive; her arms were swinging all around. She looked like a warped circus act.

Of course a normal person would have just taken the damn shoe off or at the very least hobbled over to a chair and sat down.

But this was Jessica, therefore normal just didn't apply.

Mike's head quickly spun around to Jasper and I, slowly his eyes rolled over us, taking in our bloodied and haggard appearance. He made a sour face, as though he'd just sucked on a lemon.

He was stumped.

"Okay…okay…don't tell me." He placed his index finger on his lips while closing his eyes tightly. He remained in deep thought for several moments.

When he opened his eyes, they flew over to Jessica, "You…" He pointed at her, as she bobbed about holding her balance quite nicely. "Got mugged by this homeless man." He pointed to Jasper.

Jazz gave him a murderous look, which Mike completely ignored.

He tapped his finger against his lips a few times before he went on. "He pushed you down causing you to sprain your ankle," He glanced down at her bare foot. "You screamed for help just as Bella was coming around the corner." His eyes snapped over to me. "Bella quickly grabbed the shoe that had fallen off your foot when Gutterboy pushed you down."

He motioned toward Jazz again, but this time with a repulsed look on his face, to which Jasper grumbled "Fuck you, dick."

Without missing a beat Mike replied, "No thank you," and continued on. "Being the raging man hater she is, Bella jumped at the chance to beat him profusely with Jessica's shoe."

"HEY!" I yelled out and was totally ignored.

He just kept talking, his hand firmly placed on his outstretched hip as he did so. "Bella tossed Gutterboy across her mighty shoulders and carried him into the bar." His eyes slowly scanned over each of us. "I assume one of you had the sense to call the police, who will burst through that door at any moment and take him away."

He made a grand gesture as he motioned toward the door. The assholes we were, we all looked at the door as though it were actually about to happen.

Except Jasper of course who was glaring at Mike like he wanted to beat the shit out of him.

And who could blame him really?

Mike was sorely disappointed when Alice explained to him what really happened. He argued that his theory was more believable.

Jessica made sure she apologized profusely to anyone that would listen to her.

Emmett went and got the Bloody Shoe of Destruction from outside and gave it back to her. She wiped it off and put it on.

At least the hopping would stop, though her balancing act had become quite entertaining.

Rose, bless her soul, kept Jessica busy talking, out of the corner of my eye I watched her hands flailing, pink bracelets rattling around as she explained to a very bemused Rose how it all happened.

At that point, I didn't even want to know.

Obviously it was a complete accident. How did I not include Lucy Ricardo to Jessica's list of fictional counterparts? That should have been my first choice.

I knew she didn't mean any harm. The girl wouldn't hurt a fly, but I just couldn't deal with her at that moment.

I was worried about Jazz. I knew it wasn't a life threatening injury but still he was bleeding like a bitch and I wanted to get him to the hospital as quickly as possible.

I sent a quick text to Angela telling her that Jasper was struck in the head with a flying shoe and we were rushing him to the ER. As I was typing it out I felt an laughter attack bubbling beneath the surface.

I managed to fight it off, but it wasn't easy.

How heinously inappropriate would it be for me to break out into a hysterical fit of laughter in the middle of such chaos, unfortunately that was the nature of the beast.

I lowered my head in shame, thoroughly disgusted with myself.

Meanwhile the hostess, a busty blond little yuppie, was diligently taking care of Jasper. She had him sprawled out in a booth, practically straddling him, his head was covered in ice packs, he kept grumbling that he was 'fahn' as she gently wiped away as much blood as she possibly could.

It was futile really, because the more she wiped the more it poured out.

We wanted to call for an ambulance but Jazz adamantly refused….and when I say adamantly, I mean he called us every name in the book and tossed the hostess aside as he got up to leave.

He was so damn stubborn.

Only after I told him that I hurt my wrist when we landed on the pavement, was I finally able to convince him to take a taxi with me to the hospital. It was a total lie but I knew it would get that thick headed bastard to the emergency room.

I really hated lying to him, but it was more than obvious he needed a shit load of stitches at the very least.

Emmett and the gang were determined to come with us; even Mike insisted on going, he said he loved looking at all the pretty doctors. I told them it was completely unnecessary.

Everyone was standing around arguing about who was going where with whom. It was pure madness. The chaotic bickering was giving me a migraine. I quickly lost my patience.

I walked over to the center of the bar and cleared my throat forcefully. "WOULD EVERYONE PLEASE SHUT THE HELL UP!" I yelled out, my tone no longer sounded frantic, it was commanding.

All eyes instantly landed on me.

"Much better," I lowered my voice. "We are going to the hospital." I motioned toward Jazz, just in case his gaping wound didn't make it clear that I was referring to him.

"It's really not necessary for you to come along." Their mouths started to open and I raised my arm up to silence them, like some kind of crazy dictator. Surprisingly, it worked. They remained quiet as I continued. "But since you insist on it, let's go…NOW!"

I marched over to Jasper and grabbed him by the arm, yanking him away from The Hostess with the Mostest and dragged him out the door.

Yes, I was acting like a complete bitch, I was aware of that, but in my defense we would've stayed in that bar bickering for at least another fifteen minutes had I not.

Say what you will, but sometimes it takes a bitch to get the job done.

We needed two cabs to get the seven of us over to the hospital, since none of us had driven to the bar. Somehow we managed to hail the taxis rather quickly for a Monday night.

I actually ended up sitting between Mike and Jessica. Due to my blood aversion Jasper rode with Alice, Rose, and Emmett.

Oh and what an interesting car ride it was.

Mike spent the entire time bumping, grinding and oddly enough chanting, to the Indian pop music that blasted from the cabbie's radio, while Jessica questioned the driver about his religious preference of all things.

There was talk of cows, I remember that much.

Both cabs arrived at the same time and hurriedly we made our way to the help desk. Jazz questioned me about my wrist as I fed the admitting clerk his information, but I just waved him off telling him I'd get it checked out after he saw someone.

No point in telling him the truth before he was even seen by a doctor.

In the meantime the gang took over the waiting room. Lord knows what kind of trouble they were getting into out there.

He was briefly examined by a triage nurse, again he mentioned my wrist and again I waved him off. The boy was so thick headed.

The nurse took his blood pressure, weight and temperature, and noted the information on her clipboard. She asked him if he had a headache or felt nauseous and then told him he was going to need stitches.

Wow! What a surprise.

She walked over to the door with her clipboard held tightly against her chest and told us someone would come to bring Jazz into the ER to see the doctor in just a few minutes.

It wasn't long before a middle aged, dark haired nurse came to the door and called out his name.

We quickly followed her out into the hall.

She asked if I wanted to come along with him, to which he replied, "I definitely don't think that would be a good idea, she's squeamish."

He pointed at me and they shared a chuckle at my expense.

My hands flew to my hips. "I am not squeamish." I huffed. "I have an aversion to blood." I glared at both of them.

For some reason this made them chuckle even louder. I was just about to give them a piece of my mind when the nurse suddenly became stiff as a board.

"Dr. Cullen," she said, in a fearful tone. "I was just coming to get you." Her eyes were focused directly behind me.

It felt like déjà vu.

A/N: Yes, I know there was no Edroar in chapter 4. Sorry about that. But Jazz really wanted to get to know you. How could I refuse him? Have no fear Edroar will be back in full force next chapter.

Definition of a Cake Eater: Comes from the phrase, "Let them eat cake!" Many say it was spoken my Marie Antoinette while others say the quote was originally attributed to Maria Theresa of Spain. Supposedly during the French Revolution when the hungry French were begging for bread to eat Marie replied with "Let them eat cake."

Fun Fact: Clearwater Casino is real. I put a link to it on my profile. I also added pictures of all the characters thus far and some of the locations. Mike sure is something to see, so check it out if you get a chance. I'm still looking for a picture of the massage room. I have yet to find something remotely close to what I imagine it to be.

Marilyn Moo-Roe update: You won't believe this, but my beta has a Marilyn Moo-Roe statue in her town. I almost died when she told me. She tweeted me a picture of it and I posted it on my profile. It's hysterical. Jessica would be in heaven.

Warm hugs to the bunker babes. I'm having so much fun getting to know you.

That's all for now folks. Let me know what you think…it lessens the meds.