(This one is done, but the others aren't. Does anyone wanna read some of my stories that are non-Twilight related? If so, you can email me at and I will send one to you. I would really appreciate it.)

Oh good lord, did we get it. Well, I shouldn't say we, because I got off scot-free. Apparently the innocent human couldn't be blamed for this. I gave Alice a peck on the cheek and Emmett a clap on the back, and danced my little human butt up the stairs into Edward's room, preparing myself for more crazy antics from him. I put my ear to his door and didn't hear anything; I didn't know to be alarmed or thankful. I took a deep breath and stepped into the strangely silent room. There was no sign of Edward, which could not be good at all. I was just about to yell for Carlisle when I saw a tuft of bronze hair on the couch. I hadn't even thought to look there, he never used it. I hesitantly wandered over.

"Edward? Are you awake?" He didn't answer, so I walked around the couch so that I could see his face. He appeared to be asleep, but I knew that was impossible. I began to panic.

"Carlisle, something's wrong! Get up here now!" Before I had finished my sentence he was beside me, a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"He just passed out; he must have had a lot of alcohol for it to have that effect on him. Emmett and Alice quite outdid there selves this time, this almost rivals the stock market incident." He seemed to be very amused with it, which was the opposite emotion I was expecting him to be experiencing right about now. At my quizzical look he laughed.

"How can you be so happy? My dad would be furious!"

"Well, after a couple hundred years, you need some entertainment." I just raised an eyebrow as he passed me and left the room. I lifted up Edward's head and sat down, placing it back down on my lap. He didn't even twitch. I looked down at him. He was so perfect, even drunk and passed out, I stroked his hair back out of his eyes, and realized that without me, this whole day would have been a lot worse than it really was, no telling what Emmett and Alice would let Edward do. I shuddered at the thought, world as we know it would have ended. Then he moved.

"Bella?" He murmured, eyebrows cinching together. "Why do I smell like cheap bear and Wal-Mart? And why do I have a really bad headache?"

"It's a long story." So I told him all of today's events, his face growing more and more horrified with every passing word. My own growing redder and redder by the second.

"You saw me… naked?" He looked down, and I swear he would put my blush to shame, if only he could. I nodded, and even though he didn't look up, I knew he understood. We just sat there for a couple of minutes.

"Were you impressed?" He winked and leaned forward to kiss me, my breath already gone courtesy of the mental images in my mind. Then I leaned back.

"Do you have a toothbrush?"

"I believe so, why?"

How could I put this without hurting his feelings? "'Cause your breath is kicking, honey." There that did it.

He leaped up and was back before I could blink. "Better?" He whispered, resuming the position he had been in right before my rude comment.

I kissed him, I had almost forgotten what it felt like. "Much."

THE END! UNTIL THE NEXT TIME ALCOHOL FALLS INTO THE WRONG HANDS! (COUGH COUGH EMMETT AND ALICE COUGH COUGH)