AN: Thank you to everyone who reads, and an even bigger thank you to everyone who has reviewed. AHelm is the bomb-diggity for fixing all my errors and being generally made completely out of awesomesauce.

Never Have I Ever

(Chapter 4)

We traipsed back to our table arm in arm, ready to begin the next portion of our night. I took a deep breath as I surveyed the guys, who sat at the table, their heads close together, seemingly deep in discussion. Emmett looked up as we approached and flashed us a grin.

"Hey ladies! I hear we're taking this party to the next level!" He quickly stood up and took my arm and Bella's as he asked, "Your limo or mine, milady?" in an atrocious fake British accent. "But seriously, dollface, we should get going before they turn the lights back on in this joint and we all turn back into pumpkins," he finished, leaning in closely to me and securing his arm around my waist. I nodded, breathing in the scent of his cologne, clean and fresh, mixed with his own natural musk and a hint of whiskey it.

If was possible to be drunk with desire from the mere scent of someone, I was.

I bit my lip and stole glances at him as we all exited the club and piled into the back of our waiting car. I reached into a side compartment and came out with Starbucks double espressos for everyone. Passing them out, Alice announced that no one was allowed to drink any more alcohol until we were all safely ensconced in the suite. Edward made a face and reached for the Courvoisier anyway and was repaid with a smack to the back of his head. "Ow! Damn it, Alice, what the fuck? That shit hurts," he swore, rubbing the back of his head and settling back to drink his espresso.

"Don't be an idjit then, Edward. We are going to play some games tonight, and I know you want to partake. So, play by my rules or sleep in the car," she returned smugly.

I laughed. The mental image of Edward's sulky ass sleeping in the car while we all partied was just great. I downed the coffee drink and relaxed, deliberately leaning into Bella instead of Emmett and noticed with amusement that my brother was holding a purse. A small metallic clutch, to be precise. "Jazz? I don't mean to be a total bitch, but that particular clutch you are rocking tonight does not match your shoes. I thought someone ought to tell you."

Emmett and Edward looked at him first in astonishment, and then started laughing. Edward said, "Yeah, dude. I know you and Blondezilla over here are twins, but those are just for chicks, man." Jasper started to blush and shoved the clutch at Alice, while mumbling for all of us to "Shut the hell up, already."

Alice giggled and threw her little arms around his neck and perched on his lap saying, "Ignore them, Jazzy. They're just jealous." And the little pixie turned and stuck her tongue out at me, before looking over her shoulder out the window and clapping her hands and announcing, "We're here, we're here! Ok, everyone try to act sober till we get to the room," she added, looking at each of us seriously.

"Chica, if this takes any longer I will actually be sober by the time we reach the room." Bella answered. We got out of the car and headed through the lobby, arms thrown around each other and laughing, I didn't even notice the men with cameras until a flash went off right in my face and Emmett pulled me between himself and Jasper to shield me. "Hey guys, can we have a bit of privacy please? We're just trying to go about our night, ok? If you would like, we can pose for a few photos, but I don't appreciate being ambushed. I'm sure you understand," Emmett said to the photographers, a smile on his face, but a hard edge to his words.

"Sure thing," the photog said nervously. "Can we get a couple of everyone and a few of just you and Rose?" Emmett nodded and I stepped out from behind him and everyone gathered for a group pose. I could hear the camera clicking and was sure he had taken at least 400 photos. "Now just the two of you!" I smiled and Emmett pulled me closer and we both smiled at the paparazzi for a few seconds before turning to go inside. I could still hear the cameras clicking and see a few peripheral flashes and sighed internally.

Em ushered me inside the lobby and quickly said, "Go on up to the room. I'll be right back," before heading outside where I could faintly hear him telling the men with cameras that we had been more than accommodating, and that they were lucky he didn't just destroy their cameras. I smiled. He's so sweet when he's protecting me, I thought as I stood in the elevator with the rest of my friends. Wait, what the hell am I thinking? I'm motherfucking Rosalie Hale. I don't need to be protected, I can stand up for myself. I fight my own battles.

Always.

Ugh, Emmett and I are going to have to talk soon.

As much as I felt that I should be, I couldn't be truly pissed at him for doing that. I hated to admit it to myself, but it had felt nice to have someone protect me and stand up for me.

Don't get used to it. This is not a permanent situation. I shook my head and followed everyone out of the elevator and into the suite. I immediately kicked off my heels and smiled when I realized Bella and Alice had done the same. Alice danced over to the stereo system and docked her iPhone, grinning mischievously at me as the music began and then everyone was laughing as Cobra Starships' "Smile For The Paparazzi" came on at full blast.

Emmett appeared in the doorway, raising an eyebrow at our choice of music, and tossed his jacket on the chaise lounge. Alice shrugged and said simply, "It just fit for tonight."

Emmett cracked a grin and nodded in agreement. Alice looked around at everyone and said, "Get comfortable and I'll be right back." With that she pulled Jasper out of the room and disappeared.

"Huh. Alright, well, Bella and I are going to change in my room and you two can change in Bella's room there," I said, gesturing to the left and turned on my heel to go change. Bella shut the door and looked at me speculatively.

"Why is Emmett suddenly Mr. Knight-in-shining-armor against the evil paparazzi? And why are they asking for pictures of the two of you? I thought the modeling announcement wasn't being made until later this week," she asked, quirking an eyebrow as I shrugged out of my evening's finery.

"I don't know, Bella. Now everyone is going to say that we're together. It's just going to start some absurd rumor. Emmett is Emmett; he has parents like mine that hand down the family's ten commandments of how to act in front of cameras. And I think he's probably had to talk Eddie-Boy Wonder out there out of some pretty shittastic situations. Hell, he's probably had to steal and burn cameras before." I stopped, as I realized I was rambling. I quickly pulled out my favorite outfit: a pair of pale blue stretch yoga pants and a well-worn black Jefferson Airplane t-shirt, so worn that bits of it were entirely threadbare. I didn't care. It was the most comfortable piece of clothing that I had ever worn and it made me feel secretly bad ass.

"Uh-huh. This conversation is not over. It's on pause. Until there are less penises around," she answered.

I laughed as I looked up at Bella. Fashion maven, she was not, but the girl had the market cornered on "getting comfortable."

"Bella, darling, you do realize that Alice is going to shit a brick when she sees you in that, right? I mean, if I thought there was any danger of you having your picture taken, I'd intervene to save you from your white-trash self. I can see your nipples, by the way."

She quickly looked down at her wife-beater-clad chest and blushed slightly. "I don't care. And I can see yours too through that t-shirt. C'mon." she pulled a Forks Art Academy hoodie over the offending item and though it now covered her tiny shorts completely I let it go. Alice would have a fit that neither of us were wearing designer pajamas anyway.

With a quick look at my own chest, I decided that my nipples weren't that offensive and Alice would probably be finished with whatever illicit activity she and my brother - gag - had gone off to perpetrate by now. Bella and I returned to the main room to find everyone in their most comfortable clothes, sitting around a low table that had been set with six shot glasses and a plethora of different alcoholic beverages.

"Wow, guys, you shouldn't have. I'll never be able to finish it all," I laughed as I took a seat next to Jasper in front of the shot glass with my name on it. "Personalized shot glasses? Very classy, Al," I noted with a smile in her direction.

But she wasn't paying any attention to me, she was looking at Bella with an expression of consternation on her pretty little face. "Thanks, Rose. It was Jasper's idea," she replied, and still staring at Bella, "Isabella, do you really have no concept of how to use your closet? I will have to show you. For now, I will let it slide. Never again though," she told her in a very serious tone.

"Sure thing, Alice," Bella answered, sighing heavily in mock frustration, but smiling brightly to show that she wasn't really upset at Alice's quest to "beautify" Bella. "What are we playing?"

Alice paused for a moment and looked around at everyone slowly, before breaking into an enormous grin and announcing, "Never Have I Ever!"

Ugh. The game where you find out everything you never wanted to know about your friends.

Awesome.

Suddenly the massive pile o'liquor in the middle of the table made more sense. I mentally cringed as I prepared for the onslaught of drinking and mass informational download. I smiled genuinely at everyone's differing reactions, Edward looked elated, the news eliciting a "Fuck, yeah!" from him as he bumped fists with Jasper who just smiled and hugged the hyper evil mastermind excitedly bouncing in his lap. Bella looked confused and Emmett looked slightly concerned.

Good. At least I'm not the only one with some trepidation.

"Do you not know how to play? It's super easy. Just grab your favorite bottle of whatever and put it on the floor by you. We used to play with just one or two bottles, but... yeah, we decided it was just more effective if everyone had their own," Alice explained to Bella. We all reached for a bottle of our favorite poison. I cradled a bottle of Jamaican Spiced Rum.

As long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it tastefully. This game was the anti-secret.

"Now we go in a circle and you have to say something you've never done, like I would say, 'Never have I ever worn a wife-beater in public.' And then if you have done that you take a shot. Got it? If you haven't then you don't." Bella nodded, and the rest of us needed no tutorial. This game was classic. "Actually," Alice continued, "I think I'm going to use that. Never have I ever worn a wife-beater in public." She looked at us as we all hastily poured shots and downed them. "Really? All of you? Rose?!" I shrugged guiltily, answering,

"I wore one in a photo shoot that was white-trash-chic. Shut up, it's not like I wore it on a date or something, Jesus."

She just shook her head and looked at Edward, "Your turn, E."

He grinned evilly and said, "Never have I ever kissed someone of the same sex."

Alice and I groaned and took our shots, but we were all surprised to see Bella take another one too. Edward's eyes were wide as he looked over at her. Setting my glass on the table, I reached over and high-fived her, "Bella, Bella, way to go. I didn't know you had it in you! Who was the lucky lady?"

She looked at me blankly before bursting into laughter. "It… was….you," she said between gasping breaths of laughter.

"What? When?" I demanded, racking my brain for the apparently forgotten event. She calmed down enough to tell us all that it had been last summer on the yacht, and there had been several hours of drinking beforehand. "But, Bella, I remember us going out on the boat and getting wasted, and don't' take this the wrong way, but why the hell did we kiss?" I asked, still bewildered, but fuzzily recalling the events of that day.

"Oh, um, I forget," she said, with a creeping blush blooming on her face. She was such a terrible liar. And then it hit me.

Bella had told me that day that she didn't know how to French kiss. And like the helpful friend I am, I showed her, much to the boat staff's amusement. I smiled and winked at her, "I remember - you wanted to drive those hotties on the boat next to us wild with jealousy. Awesome plan, totally worked too. I can't believe I forgot our first kiss! Baby, I'm sorry!" I said with an exaggerated pout and batted my lashes at her.

She giggled and said, "Just don't forget our anniversary!" We all laughed, and I promised that I wouldn't forget.

"Alright Bella, surprise us again, it's your turn," Emmett said, turning to her. "Hmm.. something I'd never do.." she said, thoughtfully, biting her lip and drumming her fingers on the table, looking around the room and her gaze landed on Edward. With a small smirk she announced, "Never have I ever had sex with anyone in this room."

Shit.

Everyone but Bella took a shot.

And as we realized this, everyone started talking at once.

I was right, I thought, this game had been a bad idea.

AN: I know, I know, evil cliffhanger.

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