chapter 2: Drunk, Drunker, Drunkest

We are going to a club called Doux Amour, whatever that means in french. Alice said they give free drinks to women every second and fourth week of the month. My birthday just so happens to be in the second week. She also said they have some cute guys and she only goes to one particular bartender because she knows he will give her free drinks, no matter what. Alice said she knew that Jasper likes her, and keeps asking her out on a date.

"So, you think he's gonna ask you out again?" I ask.

"Who?" Alice says.

"Jasper, dummy."

"Ohh, probably," she shrugged.

"Why don't you go out with him?"

"Look, can we not talk about my dating life?" she yelled.

"PMS much."

"Look can we not do this on Bella's birthday?" Rosalie said.

"Alice you need to stop stringing along a bartender, who clearly likes you. We all know you want free drinks, but at least give the man a chance. Bella, you need to stay out of other people's business, unless they're willing to tell you."

It was silent for a few moments in thee cab, until Alice spoke up.

"Well what about you miss peace maker?"

"What about what?" Rosalie asked.

"Are you seeing anybody?"

Rosalie was hesitant at first, but then she spoke up.

"No."

"Liar. Tell me Rosalie or I will make your life a living hell." Alice threatened.

"Okay, okay. His name is Emmett McCarty. We met down at the shooting range."

"You go to the shooting range?"

"Duh, I tell you all the time."

"When?"

"When you're drunk."

"That's why."

"Bella, I'm super sorry for getting mad at you," she said to me.

"It's ok. It's probably, mostly, the tiny drink you had before," I said.

The cab pulled up to the club. Rosalie convinced the cab driver to give us a discount with her sexy self. I wish I could do that.

"Come on you drama bitches. Let's get our drink on!" Rosalie said.

11 P.M.

We are in our own little worlds, especially Alice, she is seriously drunk to where she's falling down at almost every step that she takes, and throwing up every 40 minutes. Rosalie is about half as drunk. Since I wanna be able to walk and keep my liquids down, I'm not as drunk.

"Alice, Alice, you have to stand up, or you're gonna pull me down with you," I said.

"Oh Bella, doesn't this feel great? It's like you're on an endless cloud, just floating," she slurred her words drunkenly.

"Yeah, well you're not on the cloud so stand up. Rosalie, a little help?"

"Sure." We helped Alice stand up, and sat her in a chair as easily as we could. I don't think I'm ever gonna go out with Alice anymore. I looked to the dance floor where everyone was grinding on each others hips. People looked like they were practically having sex. Sex. I want it so bad! Everybody seemed partnered off. Sad. Until I saw this man walking toward me. He sat down right beside me, and his arm accidentally brushes mine. I gasp at the shock that I felt, and I'm pretty sure he felt it too.

EPOV

I extend my hand towards this exquisite beauty sitting right next to me. I have to know her. She has to be mine.

"Hi, I'm Edward. You are..."

"I'm Bella, nice to meet you." Very nice indeed. The girl blushes. I would like to see that while she's under me in complete ecstasy.

a/n: I gave you a little preview of Edward. More of him to come in the next chapter and hopefully some good loving.