Holy shit.
That's basically all I can say. You guys are fucking amazing. Seriously.
To my 28 Fierce Bitches (so far), I salute you!
Alrighty, so this chapter is the pre-drink and some of the party. Ah, the plot thickens, my friends. I think you'll like this one... but I think you'll like the next one more ;]
Let me just say... if we get to at least 35 reviews... you may and/or may not be getting some fruit salad with a little lemon and lime juice squeezed on top. You know, to keep it fresh. Maybe we'll even meet a little Esme and some Doctor Sex-Bomb... who knows?
Oh! And I'll be posting pictures of: Bella's house, the girls' outfits (from this chapter) and Mike's house on my profile.
Disclaimer: I wish that I attended Summer Heights High, Forks High... and, uh, worked at the same hospital as Doctor Doolittle? Unfortunately, I don't.
BPOV:
Alice and Rose came over two hours early to get ready for the night.
We knew the exact moment the guys arrived due to the hollering, whooping and chanting as if it was Superbowl Sunday or something.
I could hear Emmett running around the main floor screaming, "DESTRUCTION IS AMONG US! We are going to DESTROY and GET destroyed!"
"God, he can be such an idiot sometimes," mumbled Alice.
"Yeah, but you have to admit that you're never really embarrassed by him," sighed Rose.
I rolled my eyes as I made my way over to my closet.
My room is fucking amazing, if I do say so myself. In all fairness, it's not huge but it has a bathroom attached and that's all a girl needs. The room itself has a very mod feel to it – lots of black, white and silver. My dresser has a mirror overlay instead of wood, and the wall behind my headboard was panelled with mirrors, as well.
What? I like to look at myself every once in a while…
I pulled out my party outfit and slipped it on before Alice and Rose started on my hair and make-up, respectively.
"Bel-laa! Woo!" Alice pumped her fists in the air, "babe, you look gorgeous!"
I felt my face redden a bit – what the fuck? Did I… did I just blush? I haven't blushed in years… what are these people doing to me?!
I shook my head a bit, fluffed my freshly curled hair, and screamed, "Fuck yes, Alice, fuck yes. You two look fierce as always, so I guess we should—"
"Go destroy?" Rose sang.
"Exactly."
I looked myself over in one of my many mirrors to make sure that I looked fucking fantabulous. In reality, my outfit was pretty modest. A red, high-waisted skirt; a thin, white t-shirt that cut so low it should be illegal and a simple pair of white flats. I laughed inwardly at the fact that I appeared so innocent.
However, you know what they say – you wear the clothes, they don't wear you. Therefore, I was feeling fierce, so I was looking fierce.
Alice was wearing a bright yellow, empire-waisted mini-dress with black, sky-scraping Louboutin pumps. Rose was wearing a pair of pitch black skinny jeans that look like she had to paint them on, and her shirt was a red sleeveless silk number with buttons running down the front and a fringe at the neckline. Of course, to top it all off, she paired the outfit with fire-engine red heels that made her 5'9" stature around 6'1".
"Bells, were did you get your outfit, anyway? Is it Furstenburg?" Alice asked, eyes gleaming.
"Uh… no. It's called American Apparel, guys. Why the hell would you spend over $100 on a shirt; I can use that money for booze," I snorted as we made our way down the stairs.
The staircase rounds out directly into the hallway between the living room and the dining room where the guys had set up camp.
It was official. The guys were hammered as fuck.
Emmett was the first one I could see, with a red cup dangling from his mouth and his shirt slightly askew. He doubled over in laughter while slapping Jasper on the back.
Jasper had a huge grin on his face as he prepared to flip his cup before James could. Jasper's hair looked like he had been caught in a tornado, and his shirt and jeans, too.
Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore…
Obviously I'd seen Jasper drunk and everything before, but there was something different to him this time. He looked like a typical teenager. Huge grin, baby blues a'gleamin' – overall, he looked like he was having fun for the first time in his life.
James threw his hands up in the air and hit the top of his head. He'd lost to Jasper in Flip-Cup.
"Shit! No! This is impossible. I never lose!" He grabbed another beer out of the box and chugged it within seconds.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch, man," my ears perked up at the sound of Edward's voice, "it's just a game."
"It's not just a game, it's my pride. Wounded. Forever gone." I never knew guys could be so melodramatic…
The girls walked into the room and surrounded the large table while talking with the guys. I kept walking toward the kitchen. I pulled out an empty juice jug and grabbed several more red cups. Alice and Rosalie were now howling just like Emmett.
"I'm going to drink so much that I'll need to be resurrected like Tupac!" screamed Alice, a little caught up in the moment.
"Woah, woah… Alice, what have I said about disrespecting 'Pac?" lectured Emmett.
Edward walked into the kitchen then, not noticing I was there, and turned on the sound system. He plugged in his iPod and scrolled through with a look of concentration.
God… he's so good-looking.
I was about to continue fetching my various liquors and drugs that I would need for the pre-drink festivities when… he picked the song.
The song.
The moment I heard the opening guitar riff, I whirled around to face Edward with wide eyes. I distantly heard the sound of the juice jug falling to the ground.
He jumped a little and looked over at my shocked expression.
Shivers raked up and down my spine and a smile spread across my face.
"… Bella?" Edward was confused, to say the least.
"Y-you like this song?" I asked.
"Uh, yeah. It's my favourite," he replied, a little shy, "you can change it if you want. I mean, it is your place."
I bent down to grab the juice jug without taking my eyes off of him.
"No, no! I just… wow, fuck, I should have known. You do like Buffalo Springfield, after all…," I trailed off. His green eyes were still wide open, a little red from the beer, but clearly confused.
"I just didn't peg you for a Stones fan," I finished.
Edward walked over to my side of the kitchen, my pulse racing, and grabbed the cups and jug out of my arms so I could carry my booze and pouch o'drugs easier.
"The Rolling Stones are my all-time favourite band, Bella," he whispered, "again, you can change it if you want."
I rolled my eyes and began to explain, realizing I hadn't been very clear. Then the full force of his words hit me.
"No, no – this is my favourite song, too—wait, what?! No. Fucking. Way. They're your favourite band? Shit me not?"
"I shit you not," Edward chuckled.
"I haven't met anyone other than Whitlock who likes the Stones. Even he, though, doesn't quite share the same burning passion, I guess. They're not his favourite band, like they are mine," I rambled.
The song was coming to an end and Edward began to sing along, "I tell you love, sister, it's just a kiss away, it's just a kiss away…"
I hadn't noticed that we were leaning toward each other until Jasper decided to break the moment.
"SWAN!" He called from the other room, "HURRY UP WITH THE KINGS STUFF!"
I smiled smugly at Edward and grabbed the collar of his black shirt to drag him into the other room.
Rosalie was already looking pretty tipsy and shouted, "Ow, ow! Bella plus Edward equals LOVE!" She made a deformed heart with her hand that looked more like a diamond.
Emmett, of course, noticed this and threw his diamond up, too, at the same time I did.
"Throw yo diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe," we said nonchalantly as I set down what I was holding, and he chugged the remainder of his beer.
"Okay, Whitlock, you explain the game while I set up, 'kay?" I stared at him with a small smile.
Jasper nodded and stood up – which really wasn't necessary, but whatever floats his boat, right? – and began to explain the rules like an excited toddler playing hide-and-seek.
"Okay, listen up, shitheads." Okay, he's a toddler that has a very interesting vocabulary, same difference, "We play this game a little different down in Phoenix. I'm going to go ahead an assume you've played Kings, 'cause if you haven't… well, that's a whole 'nother story."
I placed the jug in the centre of the table and spread the cards all around it. I tossed a cup at everyone and they began filling it with their booze.
"Okay, a 2 card is 'two for you', so you give out two sips to other people; 3 card is 'three for me', so you drink twice yourself – those are standard. 4 is for whores, so the girls drink," he flashed a smile at Alice, "Now, for the 5 card… we don't pussy out with some lame ol' 'hand jive' or giving out five sips… we tend to make it a little tougher."
Everyone shifted in their seats in anticipation.
"5 card is going to be a rule that some people use for the 8 card… but hell, we like our 8 rule, so this one is called 'Fate'. You pick a person who has to copy every punishment you do – if you have to take a sip… they do, too. If you have to take off your shirt… well, they do, too. Now, 6 is for dicks – guys drink."
Emmett slammed his hands down on the table and chanted about destruction, again.
"Shut the fuck up, I'm talking," Jasper shouted, "anyway, 7 is the going to be Truth or Dare – the good kind, people, we're not in fucking pre-school, got it? 8 is 'Rate' – the person who drew the card picks a person to take off their shirt. If they choose not to, they have to drink. 9 is Never Have I Ever. 10 is Waterfall – you know, where the person starts chugging and everyone follows and can't stop 'till the cardholder stops. Jack is thumbmaster – puts their thumb somewhere on their VISIBLE body. Bella, no more of that nonsense below the belt, got it?"
I stifled a laugh. What? It's not my fault that I'm a little adventurous.
Jasper plowed on, "Queen is Questions and, finally, King is King's cup. The person who gets the last King has to drink whatever beauty of a concoction we make in that jug. So, bitches and bastards, let's play."
Jasper sat down slowly and grabbed the first card. He pulled a three and drank his share.
The game was going surprisingly well – clearly these people hadn't played with any of our rules before since they were so engrossed in the game.
"Emmett… what the fuck are you doing?!" Rosalie said calmly, staring him down.
"I pulled thumbmaster, remember?" He smiled smugly. Then I noticed where his hand was.
"Baby, take the shit out of your ears and listen to Jasper," she began, "you put YOUR thumb on YOUR body. Not. MINE."
Emmett slowly took his thumb off Rosalie's chest and placed it on his neck, dragging it across to imitate that he was going to get it later.
Other than that, the game flowed smoothly.
"Ah, the 8 card. My precious, little weapon," I said as I stared longingly at the card I had just drawn, "which one of these fantastic looking fellows should I make remove their shirt?"
I tapped the card against my cheek.
"Well, I could pick Jasper… but he's 'fated' with Emmett, and I don't want the gnome and Kate Moss over there to scratch my eyes out. So… oh? What's that, little card?"
I pressed the card to my ear and glanced around the table with a mocking smile. My eyes landed on my victim.
"You want Edward to remove his shirt and put his hot body on display for the world? Well, whatever you say, bitch!" I pointed the card at Edward.
"Strip, motherfucker."
Edward laughed and took off his shirt slowly while Emmett and James made some very convincing cat-calls.
I nearly had a heart-attack. Either that or my eye-balls melted. Edward's chest wasn't hugely built, but it was extremely defined. Believe me, my tongue was practically begging to run itself along those lines and—
"Bella," Alice whispered, "close your mouth."
I snapped my mouth shut as my cheeks burned at the sight of Edward. He was staring at me with a knowing smile. Sex-Pot.
It was Alice's turn next. She drew a 7.
"Truth or dare. Hm…," she was bouncing up and down in her seat while she thought, "Oh! Oh! Okay, it's a collective truth. I want to know everyone's biggest regret."
I grabbed my cup and chugged quite a bit of my Jack and 7-Up.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Jasper eyed me warily as he answered the question, followed by Edward, Rosalie, Emmett and James. They were all normal responses, of course.
"Swan, we've gotta leave soon and I want to finish the game," James whined.
"Uh… yeah, my biggest regret," I looked around at the expectant faces of my friends, "um… August 25th, 2007."
I ducked my head and Jasper stiffened in his seat.
"Well, you've got to explain it, Bells! We all did or else you drink!" Rosalie laughed.
This, however, wasn't particularly a laughing matter.
"Fine, then. I'll drink," I muttered as I polished off the last of my cup.
The table was silent until Jasper cleared his throat.
"Oh, fuck, it's 9:30. Let's peace."
A blur of yellow flew past me and out the front door. Close behind it were Jasper and Edward who were talking about something that I was sure to be fucking pointless, and finally followed by Emmett and Rosalie who were slightly stumbling over each other.
I guess I don't blame them. It is kind of hard to walk when you're basically giving your boyfriend a hand-job while he's jack-hammering your throat with his tongue…
"Y'okay, Swan?"
I looked up from the table to meet James' blue eyes. He had a small beer stain on his blue t-shirt, but other than that… you could hardly tell he was drunk.
"Yeah, whatever, let's move," I whispered.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me up out of the chair. Thank god for his hand, too, or else I would have tumbled to the ground and… I don't know, cracked my neck or something.
"Swan, you can always talk to me, you know," James said while shoving his free hand in his pocket, "we're friends. You can count on me."
Needless to say, I had a little fan-girl moment and swooned at the fact that he was being so sweet.
I pulled a joint out of my purse, and held it in front of his face.
"Thanks, James, but for now… I'm thinking we haven't had our quality daily bonding time."
We passed the joint back and forth as conspicuously as we could as we walked over to Mike's. Once we arrived, I had to admit that I was surprised.
His house was a bit smaller than mine, but more elegant and classic. It almost looked like the mansion version of something out of Snow White.
The second we walked into the house, the party seemed to kick up a few notches. All I could see were crowds of people, people making out, people dragging each other up and down the stairs, girls crying… you know, typical party stuff.
Of course, I knew that meant that I was going to lose track of my party-mates. I looked around and, sure enough, they were no where to be seen.
I made my way through the crowds until I was pulled back at the shoulder.
"Isabella! Hey! I'm Mike, the host," he reeked of stale beer, "if you need anything, let me know. Anything at all."
Mike wasn't extraordinarily bad looking… he just wasn't up to par with who I hang around with. He was about 20 notches below. I decided to be kind, anyway, since I didn't feel like getting kicked out of a party tonight.
"Bella, actually, and thanks so much for letting me come, Mike. I know it must be weird since we haven't met and—,"
"Bella, babe, you can come anytime you want," he leaned in to whisper in my ear, "I'll be upstairs if you need me."
He backed off and attempted to smile at me as he "seductively" made his way up the stairs. I was curious as to what my facial expression looked like, because I felt like I wanted to puke and laugh and gauge my eyes out at the same time.
Somebody get the licence plate number; I have just been violated.
I laughed as I made my way toward the kitchen, thinking about how poor Mike is sitting all by his lonesome on a bed, expecting me to waltz through the door any second. I set my purse down on the island as I searched through it.
I realized it was just much too crowded, so I fixed myself a cup of vodka and cranberry juice and made my way to the backyard.
Surprisingly enough, the backyard was empty except for some guy and girl off in the distance. The kegs were inside, so I guess that explains why it was so deserted. Through the window, I noticed James' legs being held up by Emmett as he did a keg-stand like a champion. I counted at least 24 seconds on that one.
I leaned back in my chair and pulled out various things to place on the table for evaluation. However, the second my hand touched a certain bag, I put everything back in my purse and pulled out that special baggie.
I started singing to myself, "Ecstasy, Ecstasy, E, E, E, E, Ecstasy. She's a naughty girl with a bad habit, a bad habit for drugs."
Oh, Summer Heights High, how you slay me.
I made a rainbow out of the colourful tablets.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to play with your food, Bella?"
I jumped. Scared shitless, of course. I really need to tie a bell on Edward or something so he can't sneak-attack me all the time.
"These pills aren't as nutritious as food, anyway, Mommy," I replied.
"I'm really hoping you're planning on sharing those, by the way," he smiled.
"Oh, but of course. What's the use of being completely ecstatic if there's no one else to be happy with?" I pushed an orange tab over to him.
He popped it in his mouth and chased it down with some of my drink. I quickly followed. We both leaned back in our chairs to wait for the high to kick in.
Edward scratched his head and ran a hand through his thick hair. His head snapped in my direction and he stood up abruptly.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He didn't respond but grabbed my wrist instead and pulled me inside the house.
I'm a naughty girl with a bad habit, a bad habit for reviews.
Yum, yum. They're almost as good as vodka and cranberry juice. Now, I thought I'd let you all know that I head back to school tomorrow (I've been on my exam break), and that I'll probably be posting like, once a week. I'm thinking Saturdays or Sundays. Fridays and Saturdays are usually party nights, but that would really only add on to the story, now wouldn't it?