Here's chapter 3. So, did everyone like drunk Bella? I thought she was extremely funny. It was soooo much fun to write, too.

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Chapter 3

"Bella, you might want to slow down," I heard Jessica warn. My face was inside the glass of what used to be a cosmopolitan.

"Um, yeah Bells. You might want to go easy on the drinks. This is your first time drinking anyways," Angela added.

I pulled the glass away from my face. Setting it down on the table, I looked to my friends. They looked as if they were swaying with the music in the background. Everybody did.

"N-no way-y!" I slurred, spinning in my barstool. Jessica and Angela began to laugh hysterically again.

"WOO!" I yelled, attention drawn to myself and my friends. Laughing, I slipped off the barstool and into the floor. My fall caused a loud thud, followed by another fit of laughter, courtesy of me.

"Oh my God, Bella! Are you okay?" Jessica dropped down to her knees next to me. Angela did the same. I squealed with giggles as they helped me back into my seat.

"Guys, t-that was soooo m-much fun!" I hiccupped, twirling my feather boa like a lasso.

"Jeez, Bella. You've had two drinks, and yet you're completely intoxicated," Angela noted. I was playing with my glass, when her comment struck a nerve. Immediately, I got offensive.

"I am not drunk!" I screamed into Angela's face. Angela shook her head and helped me back into my seat.

"Okay, Bella. Whatever," she sighed.

All of the sudden, a tide of dizziness swept over me. I felt like those little kids you see at parties that are spun around before they take a whack at the piñata. I gently laid my head on what I hoped was the bar. The spinning and constant motion slowly began to die down as I relaxed. I was pretty much recovered when I heard Angela exclaim.

"Look! They have a dance floor! C'mon, let's go dance!" She insisted.

"Alright, but I think Bella should just rest right here. She doesn't look too well," Jessica said. Angela quickly agreed, and I guessed they went along their way. I could hear the roaring music beginning. Many people began shouting and singing.

Suddenly, I felt someone tap my shoulder cautiously. I figured it was the bartender, trying to offer me more drinks.

"No, no. N-no more d-drinks for Belllla!" I sang into the table. Then I heard musical laughter from behind me. It sounded like angels laughing. It was so pretty…

"Miss? Are you alright?" The angel asked.

I quickly shot my head up and spun in my chair to see him. His features made me gasp with awe. He was pale, but not sickly; his skin, a perfect shade of ivory. He had bronze locks that were tousled in such an appealing way. I just wanted to reach up and run my hands through them. His eyes were an enchanting tone of green that seemed to sparkle with the flashing lights. His body was chiseled to perfection; toned, but not a bodybuilder.

"Miss?" He asked again, pulling me out of my trance. My mouth was open, and my head was slightly cocked to one side.

"C-can I touch y-your hair-r? It's r-really pr-retty," I admired with wide eyes. He chuckled and took my hand.

I stared as he pulled my hand to his head. He stroked his hair with my hand still in his. His locks were soft and inviting, and to my dismay, the angel gently released my hand. He smiled warmly at me as I still stared in amazement.

"May I sit here?" He questioned, gesturing to the empty stool next to me. I nodded slowly and hiccupped.

"W-what's your n-name?" I asked innocently, still slurring. He cracked a crooked grin, exposing his pearly whites. My heart began to beat unsteadily.

"Edward. Edward Cullen. May I ask what your name is?" He pondered, still smiling at me. I smiled softly, then another hiccup escaped. I covered my mouth and blushed a deep red.

"I'm B-bellllla S-swan," I sang. Edward chuckled again and pushed a stray hair away from my face.

"Well, Miss Swan, it's very nice to meet you," He said politely.

"No, no, no!" I yelled. He flinched and looked at me with questioning eyes. "Call me Bella."

Edward laughed louder this time, causing me to jump.

Suddenly, I was drowned in another craving for a drink. This time I was feeling fruity. I licked my lips and yelled for the bartender. He turned around and rushed to me.

"Yes? Can I help you?" He asked politely.

"Give me one apple martini, and make it snappy," I ordered. I turned to Edward, who was eyeing me skeptically. Almost like the host did to Angela earlier.

"Um, Bella, are you sure you want another drink? Not to be pushy, but I think you've had enough," Edward warned.

"Yes I do!" I snapped. Suddenly, I felt remorseful. "Sorry, Ed-ward, I-I didn't mean t-to be m-mean."

He smiled warmly and said, "It's okay, Bella."

The bartender appeared in front of me once again. This time with a tall glass of apple-tini. I reached eagerly for the drink.

"Here you go," the bartender said. "Enjoy!"

I nodded and quickly began sipping. I turned my stool to Edward who was still smiling.

"So, Bella," he began, "what do you do for a living?"

"Oh! L-let me tell y-you! I w-work for some s-snooty, big business-s!" I chirped between sips. Edward chuckled once.

"Ed-ward? C-can I ask y-you a question?" I looked up from my glass with questioning eyes.

"Of course, Bella. Anything," he replied confidently.

I nodded and asked, "W-what's y-your favorite color?"

"Blue," He laughed. "And yours?"

"G-green!" I yelled, spinning in my stool again. I felt myself sliding, and braced for the fall. Before I could tumble again, Edward had caught me.

"Bella, I think I should get you home. Or are you staying in a hotel?" He asked.

"M-my hotel's n-next do-or," I answered, feeling extremely dizzy again. "T-take me there."

"Okay, c'mon," He mumbled, picking me up bridal-style. I tucked my head into his chest, and I tried to push away the spinning sensation. I heard Edward paying for my drinks. I wanted to object, but I couldn't move. My body wouldn't allow it.

I didn't know why, but I had this odd trust in Edward. I mean, I had just met him, and I was letting him carry me home. Well, my hotel room, but the same idea. He didn't seem like a creeper; he seemed like a well-mannered gentleman. And I trusted him.

Edward pushed the double doors open with me still in his arms. The air outside was getting chilly, so I pushed myself closer to Edward. He held me tighter and kissed my forehead in response.

My heart stopped, I was sure. What seemed like an electric current ran through my body, starting at my face. I smiled, I think, and sang inside my head.

Edward pushed the glass doors of the hotel open with ease. He strode for the front desk. Before he reached it, I murmured, "It's u-under An-gela W-webber."

Edward whispered a thank you as he approached the counter.

"Can I help you sir?" The desk attendant asked pleasantly.

"Yes, I have a reservation under the name of Angela Webber. Could I please get one of the room keys? Edward asked quickly.

"Sure thing, sir," there was a pause, probably the man getting our my key. "Here you are. Have a nice stay."

"Thank you," Edward replied.

"Bella? We're almost to your room," Edward whispered to me. "Are you okay?"

Was I okay. What a stupid question. I was being carried by an angel sent from Heaven to my hotel room. I was more than okay. I was on cloud nine.