"Don't worry Charlie we'll be back around two or three we have a designated driver and we are going to be careful." I reassured my father as I closed my car door. Thankful that he hadn't seen my outfit, or rather lack of an outfit. I put the car in reverse and carefully backed out of the driveway. I made sure we were out of sight before I started the speeding.
"Thank-god! I thought you were going to be 'Driving miss daisy' the entire way there!" Chris laughed.
"Charlie is a cop and my father. Do you think he would have reacted well to my speeding out of his driveway with a bunch of guys he hardly knows to get drunk in a town I haven't been in since high school?" I asked skeptically.
"Good point." He gave up.
"That's what I thought." I replied smugly.
As we stepped out of the car I stopped the guys, " How do I look?"
I pulled off my jacket and showed them my outfit, which consisted of tight fitted dark wash blue jeans, black high heels, my dog tags of course, and a black blouse cut off just below my bust line, with two black ribbons tied around me. (A/N Link in profile.)
I heard a wolf-whistle from a few feet away so I took that as a confirmation.
"Never mind, I seem to have a way with the crowd." I smiled slyly and walked into 'club six' named after it's six owners, how original.
The song 'sensual seduction' was on and I resisted the urge to puke. I hate this song. (A/N I really do hate this song!)
I went to the bar and tapped the bartender on the shoulder to grab his attention from some blonde girl on the dance floor. As soon he saw me his attention was successfully diverted.
" Can I get five beers and a Margarita?" I practically screamed over the music.
He smiled and nodded; I suppose his idea of, seductively.
I took the drinks and ran to our table laughing.
There was already some blonde draped over Chris and a red head draped over Joey.
Hyde and I just busted out laughing. We were always the ones left over. I slapped the drinks on the table and grabbed his hand, dragging him to the dance floor.
'Candy shop' had just come on and I couldn't stop myself from dancing as wildly as possible. I barely heard Hyde chuckle as I started grinding with him.
I heard a few whistles before I noticed half the club was looking at me.
He broke away from me and did a split, coming back up seconds after he went down.
I went a little crazy, throwing in some moves that I am not sure are legal in all 50 states. After crawling back up Hyde, I flipped and did a spin on my head, my hair going wild.
By that time the entire club was watching the girl- in- heels- break-dancing and apparently they were entertained because they broke out into applause so loud I couldn't even hear the introduction to the next song.
(A/N sorry, I cant go into a lot of detail cause I don't know ANYTHING about break dancing…anything.)
I grabbed his hand and ran back to our table where our lovely friends were sitting not even bothering to look up as we sat down.
"Show-offs." Chris mumbled as I took a sip of my beer and then a sip of the margarita.
"Well when you aren't busy making out with…uh"
"Candice." The blond giggled.
" Right when you aren't making out with Candice you can dance with us."
I started messing with my dog tags. I had the uneasy feeling that someone was watching me.
"Don't look now but a few cuties over there are looking at you." Candice giggled confirming the uneasy feeling I had. I don't know what normal girls do when someone says, 'don't look now', but what I do is find the nearest reflective surface and look. The surface happened to be Hyde's sunglasses that he insisted on wearing, which happened to be looking at the spot Candice had just pointed out. Looking isn't the right word more like glaring.
What I saw in his glasses shocked me. Even though it shouldn't have I mean it would only make since that the same family from earlier, who after that accident should have been dead, would be here since one of them is physic and
They probably don't have anything better to do then torture me so it is only reasonable for the Cullens to be standing behind me with shocked expressions. They probably thought I would have tripped in these high heels alone and that it would be impossible for me to break-dance or maybe it was just the outfit.
Well whatever their reason didn't stop me from looking away and chugging down my margarita and then taking a swig of beer.
Then Hyde downed his beer. I sensed a challenge.
We both got up and ran to the bar the rest of my brothers at our heels knowing full and well what was going to happen next.
"Two shots and keep them coming!" we yelled simultaneously.
We got the shots and downed them in one gulp reaching for another.
"Chug! Chug! Chug!" great thanks to my idiot brothers a crowd started forming.
Shot after shot we drank until finally Hyde fell off the stool.
I grabbed one more shot, downed it and then picked him up, threw him over my shoulder and took him to our table. The crowd gasped. I guess he wasn't as slight looking as I thought or maybe it was that I was a girl wearing high-heels.
I laid him down on the booth and then threw a glass of ice water in his face.
"Come on you know you aren't unconscious! New Orleans was way worse than this!" I scream laughed over the music.
He laughed and sat up.
"I know but that was the only way I was going to get you to stop!"
'Lollipop' by Lil' Wayne came on.
I screamed and shot to the dance floor my brothers at my heels; happy they get their chance to show off.
After some grinding and break dancing we were satisfied and headed back to our table, where as luck may have it was right next to the Cullens.
I was still okay with ignoring them; I mean what else could I do? It's not like I could go up to them and say ' hi remember me? The girl whose life you destroyed?' its not good manners. And just in case you didn't catch it I was being sarcastic.
"Hey guess what I got!" Chris slurred as he handed us each another shot then set down an entire tray of shots, " If you drink enough they let you have your own tray." He whispered as if it were a secret.
"Alright after I finish all of these shots we are going home, if I'm late he's going to send out the FBI! He'd probably kill you." I giggled somewhat drunkenly.
" Okay, I don't want to get on his bad side. Did you see that gun he had?" Chris replied.
We just chuckled.
Five minutes and too many shots to count later we were heading back outside to the car. That was until we realized that we were all drunk including our designated driver.
"Oh well this could be problematic." I sighed.
And then the blackness swirled around me and my face had a nice little reunion with the ground.