The whole time I was driving all I could think about was those poor little deer. Could they get alcohol poisoning? Or would they just, I shuddered at the thought, puke it all up? Either way it wasn't going to be pleasant. And Edward, what if he drank the deer/beer blood? Would he get drunk too? That might actually be something worth taping for use next time we got into a fight… no, I had to help him. Not blackmail him, unless the situation absolutely called for it. Like that one time he said that Linkin Park was better than The Almost, it would have come in handy then. Anyways, I pulled into the driveway and was immediately bombarded by Alice and Emmett, who were laughing hysterically.

"Hey guys, why are you laughing? All those poor innocent little deer! And my Edward!" I was furious. Emmett stepped forward.

"Bella, don't worry, this is an annual thing. Every couple of decades we contaminate the waters of the town and get Edward completely and totally plastered. He needs to let down the old prude walls every once in a while, plus he does the most outrageous things when he's drunk."

"Ok, so that might be fun. But what about all those deer, won't they get hurt?"

This time Alice stepped forward. "Bella, there isn't enough alcohol in one deer's bloodstream to get a fly drunk. I asked about it once. The deer are fine. But if Edward drinks more than one deer's blood, and he usually has three or four; and if he's really hungry, six or seven, things could get a bit hairy." I began to calm down, I was more interested in what kind of things Edward would do under the influence.

"So, let me get this straight. The deer are not drunk, but Edward on the other hand probably is? And we're just supposed to set back and enjoy the show?"

Emmett ticked off all my concerns on his fingers, and when he was finished, flashed me a wide smile. "That sounds about right, would you like Esme to pop you some popcorn?" That brought another important concern to mind.

"What do Esme and Carlisle think of this? Surely they don't approve." I realized this was something they had hoped I would not ask.

"Well, here's the thing, I sort of saw that they wouldn't find out if you didn't tell them, so…" Alice gave me a pleading look. "Couldn't you sort of not say anything?"

I sighed, I really didn't want to lie to Carlisle and Esme, but if they didn't ask it wasn't technically lying, it was creatively not coming out with the truth. And I wouldn't mind Edward being the one who was embarrassed for a change. After a couple of seconds of suspense, I nodded my head and flashed them a smile of my own. "What could he possibly do that could hurt anyone right?"

There smiles became forced and the slowly turned to face each other, after a quick nod from each of them, they turned back to me. "Right?" They said in unison. (A/N: Note the question mark after right.)

"So," I said curiously, "what did Edward do last time you did this?"

"Well, the last time we did this was in the thirties, and he sort of, might have had something to do with the, cough, cough, stock market crashing, cough, cough."

My smile slid from my face. "HE WHAT? AND YOU'RE DOING IT AGAIN!"

Emmett rolled his eyes, "Oh come on Bella! It was coming anyway; he just sort of helped it along a little bit. And we used Vodka that time, this time all we used was beer, so the effect will be slightly less amusing."

"Don't you mean slightly less life altering?"

"Potato, Patoto. You say a tomato's a fruit, I say it's a vegetable. What's the difference?" Alice suddenly stood straight up, a huge smile across her face.

"Let the games begin." Emmett and I turned to where Alice was pointing, preparing ourselves for what was about to begin. I was strangely excited and somewhat scared. Edward and beer are a combination I thought, until now; I would never have to deal with. Those were the good old