The format is all messed up. I'll get the hang of it eventually.

Stephenie Meyer owns, I just like to pretend.

In the mean time...

Bella

Work so far tonight has been pretty good. It was steady the first few hours, and then there was a boom. I was excited knowing it was going to be one of those nights where I made more than $150. That's impressive for a Wednesday. Meeting Amanda, who prefers Mandy, was a real surprise. She seemed very timid but had quick wit to her and got along easily with the staff. I gave her encouraging words of advice, considering I was in her shoes 2 years ago. I remember my first day jitters, and I can admit to myself that I was just like her, and told her as much. I went as far as admitting I was so nervous carrying drinks that I was lobster red and couldn't stop stuttering, and frequently tripped over air. I suggested to her if she got that bad tonight, I'd step in and assist. Of course she asked how I got to my position as bar manager and I replied that even though I like to be goofy and have a good time, I was diligent, polite, worked hard, and built a no-nonsense confident exterior through several hours of public speaking classes, along with mixed martial arts.

Around 9:30 the place was booming and becoming packed. There was a familiar buzz in the air that made me inwardly cringe and I started to become slightly paranoid because my mortal clock was ticking. However, that didn't prevent me from slinging drinks and cutting up with the bar patrons and staff members.

"Joshy", I yelled through the bar area pandemonium, "Come get your drinks"!

"Belly, I'm right on it, I'm dying here", he whined back.

He was whining for a reason. Some jock asshole's entire 4 some was probably gonna jip him on tip money and they've been running him around like a 3 year old on a sugar trip. It was probably because they were homophobes and wanted to give him a hard time.

Hearing Joshy's tap on the server's stand, I rushed his completed order to him.

"Alright, 4 Jager-bombs and a pitcher of Left Hand Sawtooth".

Nodding his consent, he took the tray of drinks and headed toward his table.

Sometime later and a hundred something drinks cleared, a keg change, and a constant ring of shouting, I breathed a sigh of relief that people were starting to slow down and the large parties were clearing out. My regulars sitting at the bar were good and sloshed. I decided to do some much-needed wipe-downs from small spills.

"Hey, Bella" ?

I looked up and smiled at the person requesting me.

"Hey, Mandy", I replied, "How's the floor other than the table of dumb asses you got"?

"Oh, uh, everything's fine", she hesitated.

I raised an eyebrow and gave her a knowing look. I've been watching the cretins since they've gotten here and I didn't like how one in particular became grabby.

"Well, I just got this new table and they asked what you recommended. They're right over there," she explained and ignored all at the same time.

Looking between a man and woman at the end of the bar I spotted a table of three looking at me expectantly. While one face was familiar and smiling with sparkling eyes, the other 2 people weren't. The male had short military style brown hair and held an air of smugness. Although incredibly handsome, his face was full blown with what I assume is his patented shit-eating grin. The petite woman at his side had platinum blond hair that was pencil straight to her shoulders and appeared to have a Marilyn coke-bottle body shape, while her face was youthful with a breathtaking smile. All three were inhumanly beautiful with muddy brown eyes, which I knew were contacts to hide their crimson shade. I smiled widely at the trio and winked, knowing what to serve them.

I prepared 3 special shots and 6 shots of Patron tequila to wash their first drinks away with and called Mandy back. When she returned to their table they eyed the red drinks speculatively until realization came to the blond woman's face as she full out laughed. The 2 men looked at her as if she went mad. She must've said something low enough for them to hear cause in less than half a second later the 3 straight out laughed cheerfully in my direction and toasted me, drinking their shots of Bloody Mary's down, grimacing and shooting me playful scowls. Of course they chased them down with a shot of tequila each, looking a bit better for it. 5 minutes later, Mandy came back over asking if they were allowed to buy a bottle of Patron to share and I cleared that by telling her most of our regulars have done the same and it was perfectly fine to put in the order.

I pulled 3 frozen tumblers from my freezer, replaced them with clean ones from the shelf, set the frozen 3 on a tray, along with a brand new bottle of Patron and decided to wipe that shit-eating grin off that smug fucker's face. Feeling curious out of nowhere, I looked out to the person and gave him a wink, knowing he felt my mischief. I asked for his 2 friends names and he mouthed their names to me. I spotted Joshy coming over and asked him to man the bar for 2 minutes and whispered in his ear to be prepared to ring the bell. I looked at Mandy and told her to be prepared. When she looked at me confused I handed her the tray and had her lead the way. When we came up to the table I spotted the male giving who I assume is his mate, lust-filled gazes with hooded eyes, and I became appreciative that my old friend was playing along with what I had up my sleeves. I allowed Mandy room to make her drink placements and to grab the used items, smiled at the brown haired man, and gave Joshy the signal. As soon as the bell started ringing I felt my smile grow wider at the look of pure horror on Smuggy's face. All the employees and regulars started singing and harmonizing to:

Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday to you,

WHAT'S THE NAME?(The crowd exclaimed)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR PETER!(I sang purposely annoyingly loud and off keyed)

PETER!(The crowd cheered)

Happy Birthday to you!

It all ended with cheers and laughter while I smiled my patented innocent, evil smile at Peter while he gulped at the look on my face, while the other 2 couldn't contain their laughter.

"Listen here Petey", I started, with a sickly sweet tone I perfected with a certain friend of mine, "I saw that look on your face, you know, that dopey shit-eating grin that you just can't seem to contain. I know what that means though. If you're up to no good here I will guaran-fuckin-tee Charlotte will be on my side."

I winked at Charlotte's face, which was looking like the cat that caught the canary, and looked at the person I knew longest out of the 3, who was giving me the most smoldering panty melting look I've ever seen.

"Hi Jasper", I smiled sheepishly, "I, uh, get off after midnight, sit tight"?

All I got from him was darkening eyes and an agonizingly sexy smirk. I turned around and fled to the bar with flushed cheeks, where I remained for the remainder of my shift.

JASPER

Watching Bella's retreating form, seeing the open expanse of her back, I realized I had to once again readjust myself for the second time tonight. My thoughts returned to a few hours ago when we approached the bar.

"The Bottle & Glass", I mused to no one, "Looks like a hot spot".

The bouncer at the door eyed us warily, no doubt sensing our danger. At this point I became a little uncomfortable under his speculating eyes, while Peter was being his typical smug self. Fucker. I began sending waves of calm and trust to the muscular human and watched as his rigid posture relaxed. "Alright you three, come on in," his bass voice boomed.

"Didn't that guy remind you of what's his face on the movie The Green Mile", Peter excitedly exclaimed, "I couldn't help it, boss. I tried to take it back, but it was too late."

SMACK!

"Dammit! What the hell"?

"Peter, you remember last time you started quotin' movies", Char growled, "If you start that tirade again, I'll make it 2 months"!

"Come on darlin' ", he pleaded huskily; "I'll do that thing you like".

Rollin' my eyes at their odd banter I found the first table I saw available that was luckily close to the entrance. I noticed how packed the place seemed to be for a Wednesday. It was filled with college youth and middle-aged adults. The older people were at the bar, pourin' over the current televised sport, while the kids were scattered in various groups throughout. Some were in the back surroundin' the 3 pool tables and dartboards, and giddy inebriated college girls were singin' some song about "Girl Power". I noted that many of the tables were filled with a mixed crowd.

The décor had an open, industrial feel to it with 25 ft ceilings, exposed support beams and air vents. The walls that weren't painted black, were brick. All throughout the place were wall mounted flat-screens showing sports, music videos, or something random. Finally, a vintage style juke-box caught my eye. It was a nicely renovated space and I enjoyed the laid back, open feeling of it all.

A couple tables down from us were a small group of young mouthy punks that were givin' a young lady a hard time, being ass grabby. POTENTIAL SNACKS, my inner beast snarled. I eyed Char and Peter and they were putting off the same vibes. We gave each other knowing smirks and agreed silently to keep an eye out. Other than that group, the emotions coming off everyone else seemed to put my mood in high spirits. Usually when going to a bar the only emotions I'd feel for the most part would be dark. Tonight however all I could feel from these customers were joviality, excitement, of course some lust. This truly was a remarkable hang-out place, even for me.

A rush of exasperation hit me and looked to see the same girl that was being harassed coming toward us. Coming this way, she left behind her overwhelmed emotions, while building up a dose of relief. With a timid smile she greeted her self and took our orders and left.

Taking in my surroundings once more, I noticed some beautiful photography hanging on the walls. The photo on the wall next to our table instantly became one of my favorites. While I could tell it was in the forest, the focus was on a rocky creek bed where water was cascading and trickling down the rocks. I closed my eyes and imagined myself there, listening and smelling all the different sensations. That was until I was brought out of my thoughts with Peter shoving my drink under my nose.

"Where'd ya go there, Major", he pried.

I cut him off with a low growl for interrupting my moment of peace. Throwing up his hands in a submissive pose, I shot him a satisfied smirk and gulped my shot back. I pointed out the picture hanging and took in their emotions of awe and tranquility.
A feeling Peter rarely feels.

"I wonder who the artist is, whoever it is has a keen eye and is very talented", I admired.

Spotting the artist's name in the bottom corner, Char read aloud, "Image by B.W.".

Suddenly being bombarded with shock and glee, knowing he was up to something, I shot Peter a glare. I looked back over to the artist's name and a silver glint reflected off the initials. Looking around to find whatever that was, I finally took note of the thinning bar. I knew it wasn't a camera because it wasn't bright enough. Going over each person and back again, I had to do a triple-take when I saw her. There was Isabella Swan behind the bar shouting at people and moving with practiced skill and grace she didn't have before, going from one task to another at human high speed. I took in her appearance and saw the slight sheen of sweat on her face and her small flush from exertion, and not a hair outta place. She had a small silver stud in her nose and through that examination I determined that was the small glint I saw reflected moments before. Her hair was the same color but completely different yet it suited her perfectly. The end of her ponytail hung down her mid back. Although she's never needed it, she had on a touch of makeup. She looked elegant, matured, wiser, and breathtakingly beautiful as she smiled to herself. I began to squirm in my seat to adjust myself.

Snapping out of my dazed stupor, I looked to Charlotte who was consoling a pouty looking Peter.

"I can't wait to meet our new friend, Major", Char laughed, "She's different and I have a good feeling she's gonna help us keep our Peter in check".

Nuzzling his petulant face into Char's hair, picking up his glass of tequila and downing the contents, I could see the wheels turning in his head, trying to come up with a way to redeem him self. Pulling myself out of my thoughts I peered at Bella, she looked up at me from the bar and gave me a small wave and smile. I agree with Charlotte.

I can't wait to meet the new Bella.

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