So here's Chapter 2. Oh it's about to get really interesting. Haha…

DISCLAIMER!! I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT OR IT'S CHARACTERS! BUT I DO OWN THE FLAMING ARROW.

Chapter 2:

"No, guys. I'm not wearing that thing around my neck," I refused. Angela was insisting I wear a hot pink feather boa. She said it would really go great with my black cocktail dress.

"Bella! Just put it on! Don't be difficult," Jessica said. Angela grinned persuasively as she waved around the boa.

Angela wrapped the boa around my neck from the backseat. "C'mon, Bells! You'll look sexy, like us!"

I rolled my eyes and yanked the feathers away from my neck. I glanced at the both of them from my seat. Jessica was wearing a blue stain dress that flowed perfectly down her body. She had a black feather boa draped over her shoulders that bounced as she drove.

Angela was wearing an orange party dress that cut off right at her thighs. It was sequined from top to bottom and shimmered whenever she moved. A fire red feather boa adorned her neck, causing her to look like a tiny fireball.

I had to admit, they both looked amazing.

"I don't want to look sexy! I want to look presentable. I don't need it," I persisted.

"Bella, if you don't wear it, you'll stand out. And not in a good way," Jessica added.

"And we won't be happy, Bella. Actually I'll be quite angry," Angela chirped.

"God, just give me the boa," I finally cracked. I sighed and wrapped the feather-rope around my neck. Jessica and Angela just laughed as I huffed towards the window.

I stared out the tinted glass. I squinted as the sun began to set on the dusty desert horizon. I saw the violet-shadows of cactus and shrubs along the ground. I smiled at the beautiful scene.

"Ooh! Look guys!" Jessica squealed. I jumped in my seat. My eyes darted to the windshield quickly. The blinding lights and the roar of the city made me gasp.

"Vegas baby!" Angela shrieked. I nodded and grinned. I hadn't been to Vegas before. Even though I lived so close.

Jessica sped through the traffic. I clutched the dashboard as we swung from lane to lane. I heard Angela slide across the leather seats and crash into the window.

"Oh!" she muttered, rubbing her head. Jessica laughed to the sky, and kept going.

"Jess, slow down!" I yelped, eyes wide. Cars honked loudly, and I could see other drivers throwing a fit inside their cars.

"I'm sorry!" I called, knowing they couldn't hear. "I have a madcap best friend!"

"Oh calm down, guys. Besides, we're here!" Jessica sang. Immediately, the car slowed as traffic began to pile.

"Okay, it's about nine. Our reservations are for nine-thirty. We're right on time!" Angela explained, reading off her notebook of plans. "Here's the place!" She pointed from the backseat.

I read the neon sign. It read Flaming Arrow. The building looked exceptional and extremely well-kept. I had to say, Angela had a knack for this planning thing.

Suddenly I found myself pressed against the window. I heard Angela smack against the door as well. Jessica had swiftly turned into a small parking space.

"I'm driving home, in case you couldn't figure that one out," Angela spat as she threw her boa across her shoulders.

I rolled my eyes and pushed the passenger door open. I could hear the both of them arguing it out in the car. I sighed and tapped the glass.

"Today, please!" I called. They glared at one another as the climbed out.

"Come on!" I hurried. They sighed and smiled, obviously forgetting their argument. I turned around, about to walk, when Angela called my name.

"Bella, wait!" I stopped, and was nearly tackled by the two of them.

"You all act like fourteen year olds rather than twenty-three year olds," I groaned.

"I'm proud to be a kid at heart!" Jessica yelled, giggling. We laughed as we passed through the double doors.

Angela stopped at the Please wait to be seated sign and doubled over with laughter. The host casually walked over to the podium. He eyed Angela with skeptical eyes. I kicked her and she straightened up.

"Ouch! What was that for?" She exclaimed. I motioned to the man behind her, and she twirled around.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!"

He smiled half-heartedly. "Someone's already hit the bar, I see."

"Surprisingly, no," I grinned. Angela grimaced at me, then smiled pleasantly at the man.

"Follow me," he sighed. I noticed Jessica chuckling silently.

The man weaved through tables and tables until he stopped at the long bar. He laid down our menus at three chairs. My mouth dropped as he politely told us to enjoy.

"The bar?" I turned to my friends, anger rising. "I told you about this."

"Bella! Please! Not now! Just relax and have fun! Cut loose a little!" Jessica pleaded. I folded my arms and tapped my foot.

"Fine! But I am not baby-sitting, remember?" I warned. They nodded quickly.

"Now let's sit and enjoy!" Angela led me to my chair.

We settled ourselves and ordered. Angela and Jessica got apple Martinis. The bar tender nodded, jotting it down, then he looked to me.

"What can I get you, ma'am?" He asked pleasantly.

"Um…" I began, flipping through the menu.

"She'll have a daiquiri, please," Angela answered for me.

"Alright. Anything else?" The bartender asked.

"That's it, thank you," Jessica replied.

I glared at Angela. She smiled slyly, then let out a giggle. She noticed my sour face, then looked shocked.

"What?"

"You know exactly what," I hissed. "You know I don't drink!"

"Oh lighten up! Remember, we're having fun! And plus, it would be awfully rude to send the drink back," Angela persuaded.

"No! I don't care if it is rude! I'm not drinking! Someone has to drive!" I exclaimed.

"Bella, our hotel is next door. We don't have to drive!" Jessica said, tugging on my boa.

"No."

"Don't be difficult, Bella," Angela scolded. "Besides, you'll love it once you take the first sip."

As if on cue, the bartender appeared, tray of drinks in hand.

"Here we are, ladies," he said as he placed each of our drinks in front of us. I stared at the full, curvy cup. The pink ice inside was topped with whipped cream and a bright strawberry.

"Thank you," Jessica answered politely. The bartender smiled and returned to his job.

I glanced to my two friends, who had already started sipping on the green poison in their glass.

Jessica sat her glass down and eyed me. "What is it, Bella?"

"You expect me to drink all of this?" I gestured to the large container in front of me.

"Bella. It's not that strong. That's why Ang ordered it. Relax," she explained, patting my back.

I turned to my drink. It didn't look so harmful. I gripped the cold glass and pulled it to my face. It smelled okay. Maybe it wasn't so strong. I slowly moved the rim to my lips and tilted it up.

The pink ice was refreshing, with a very interesting tang to it. It tasted like strawberries in a way, yet more addictive than just any Icee. I kept swishing the drink down, even when I wasn't thirsty.

I heard Angela and Jessica giggle to themselves. I wanted to stop and ask what was so funny, but the urge to keep drinking was stronger. Eventually, I heard the popping and crackling of air in my mouth. I was empty already?

I put the glass down and opened my eyes. People were moving faster, and they seemed as if they couldn't walk in a straight line. I looked at the cup in front of me, and it was spinning. Smiling, I picked it up and kissed it. What a good show, little cup!

Jessica and Angela were in hysterics at this point. I slowly turned my head to each of them.

"G-guys," I hiccupped, "thanks so mu-ch. I am h-having, so mu-ch f-fun!"

They laughed harder and gasped a quick you're welcome. I smiled again. Then I noticed my empty cup.

I needed more.