a/n- to those of you who have reviewed thank you so much, it gives me warm fuzzys to know you're enjoying this. i'm havin' fun writing it.

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Emmett's words echoed in my head.

He was here too.

Really I knew that. It was only logical. Emmett and Edward had been friends as long as Alice and I had. "I'm gonna need another drink."

Emmett laughed. "Bell if you don't wanna see him, you won't. I'll make sure of it."

"Does he know I'm here?"

"I'm guessing yes. He headed up to his room about a minute before I saw you. He didn't say anything, but he was acting kinda weird."

"Oh great, so seeing me makes men act weird?"

"Oh no Bella, don't, no. Shut up. Fuck, Bella, I so didn't say that." I quirked an eyebrow at him. "Bella, it's just," he paused. "Never mind."

Emmett stood there his mouth shut tightly, staring at me. I stared back. Finally he shrugged. "So who's the blond?"

"Emmy, you don't stand a chance."

"Ouch, that hurts," he held his hand to his chest, "right here." A smile lit his face and I laughed.

"Bitch get your ass over here," Rose yelled.

I held my hands up like one of the girls on The Price is Right presenting a prize. "What, you want this?" I used my arms to press my boobs together and create some cleavage, then did a little shimmy.

Emmett closed his eyes tightly and covered his face with one of his large hands. "I can't fucking watch this."

I jumped into my lounge chair beside Rose. She dropped her head back and rolled it toward me, then pulled her hand up around her mouth. "Who's the giant?" she stage whispered.

"Rose this is Emmett. Alice's brother. Em," I threw my hands up near my face in and flashed some fake gang signs and I moved my head from side to side, "this is my partner in crime, Rose."

"Shit Bella, how much have you had to drink already? I'm sure the Chief wouldn't approve."

My eyes fell on the table between Rose and I, there were 4 shots ready and waiting. I grinned, "Apparently, not enough." I grabbed one of the glasses, "What is it?" I asked Rose.

"Jameson, baby. You know me."

I grabbed one of the glasses and held it up, "It'll do baby." I clinked my drink together with Rose's and threw back the shot. Grimacing and shuddering.

"Come on, it burns so good," Rose said.

I simply shook my head at her. I threw my hands out and looked up at the sky, "Emmy, I'm out of the Chief's jurisdiction." I picked up the next glass and held it up to Rose, nodding before clinking it with hers and knocking it back.

"Bell, give me your number, I'll call you later." I grabbed his phone out of his hand and tapped in my number and saved it. Then hit the camera button, I held it out in front of me pointing it down at my chest and pulling on the front of my bikini top. "Fuck. No. Bella." Emmett yelled throwing his arm out and trying to snatch the phone back. I threw my head back in a laugh.

"Emmy, buy me another drink or I take pictures of my boobs."

"I forgot what a fucking crazy ass drunk you are."

"She's not even drunk yet," Rose replied with a laugh.

I nodded and scrunched up my face, "She's right."

Emmett closed one eye and pointed at me, "I'll be calling you later."

"Yeah, but are you getting me a drink now. You owe me." I pouted and lifted my shoulders, "Bad news."

"OK, it's not bad news. But I'll do you one better and put you on my room tab."

I threw my arms up over my head and shouted, "Free drinks all night!" Rose shouted out a very girly whoo-hoo and gave me a high five. Emmett could do nothing but laugh.

"Love ya Bells," Emmett said, leaning down over me and embracing me one of his huge bear hugs.

"I've missed you, Emmy Bear," I whispered into his ear.

"Same here." Emmett began to pull away, "Him too," he added. I rolled my eyes. Emmett took one of his large fingers and pushed into my forehead pushing my head back slightly. "You don't know. I'll talk to you later."

I pointed a finger at him, "I'll be sure to be drunk then." Emmett laughed. Then took both hands and extended his pointer fingers with his thumbs up, in the shape of guns, which he fired off. "Rose," he tipped his head back, before turning and walking away.

Rose and I burst out in hysterics. "OK, I need a lot more alcohol."

"I thought Alice had a twin?"

"That was him."

"Fuck no!" Rose laughed, I nodded at her in answer. It was pretty hard to believe that Andre the fucking Giant over there was the twin of the dark haired Tinkerbell. They were fraternal, obviously.

Alice was extremely petite, smaller than me which said a lot, where as Emmett was huge, tall and muscular. Their personalities were pretty opposite too, Alice was hyper active and could rarely sit still, where Emmett was very laid back and mellow. What they did share was their jet black hair, golden eyes, and their mother. Their dad, Phil, was a former pro ball player who now coached in Florida. He was absent from their lives since they were 4, except for cards filled with cash and on birthdays and holidays.

Esme, their mother, had a great attorney. If I ever needed to get divorced, I was getting his number. With the child support, which wouldn't stop till the twins hit 25, and her alimony, let's just say she didn't need to work. But she did, she was the art teacher at Forks High. Esme also was one of the most loving and accepting people I'd known in my entire life, a trait that had been past on to both her children.

"How do you think Al would take it if I fucked her brother?" Rose asked.

"Ugh, don't make me vomit."

"B, he's fucking hot."

"Emmett is practically my brother too."

Rose's only answer was to break out in laughter. "More drinks," she cried.

"Oh yes. Where's the waitress?" We flagged down the waitress and ordered Long Island Iced Teas and 2 shots of tequila.

"So, B, what's the 'bad news'?"

"Oh," I slurred slightly, "Edward is here too."

"The Edward?"

"The Edward." I nodded.

Rose frowned, "Did you see him?"

"No. Apparently he headed up to his room before Emmett saw me. Emmett thinks that he must have seen me though."

The waitress returned with our drinks, "Hey we're gonna need like 4 more of these," Rose said. "Hell Bells, it's five o'clock somewhere." Rose shook her head, and pick up one of the tequila shots, "To five o'clock."

"To five o'clock," I agreed tossing back yet another shot.

When five o'clock rolled around in Vegas, Rose and I were fucked up. Hooting, hollering and slurring every word. "Shit Bella, were gonna be in bad shape in a couple of hours."

"Ro, I'm in bad shape now." Rosalie laughed. "I think we should eat. Where's a fucking Mickey D's?"

"No! We're in Vegas, we're not having McDonald's."

"But their french fries are so yummy. And sobering."

"Come on B, let's get dressed and get something to eat."

Rosalie and I returned to our suite to shower and change. I was fully aware at this point that it was way too early to be this drunk. I knew I had to get some food in me soon or I was going to be face down passed out in the next few hours and that was not how I wanted to spend my first of 3 nights in Vegas.

I showered quickly, since the warm water was starting to make me sleepy. Rosalie had hung a garment bag inside my bathroom. I assumed this was what I was supposed to wear. When I opened it my jaw hit the floor. It had to be a dress, because there weren't any pants in the bag, but it was short as shit. She had to be fucking with me. Between my natural clumsiness and my drunkenness, some lucky guy would be getting a shot of my ass tonight.

After almost 4 years together, I knew better than to question though.

When Rose had first discovered my wardrobe she'd tried dressing me one day. When I refused, she'd taken everything I owned and stashed it somewhere when I was out. Then everyday she laid out an outfit for me to wear, right down to my underwear. Until I decided to dress in a way she found appropriate. It was 2 weeks before she trusted me to try and pick my own clothes, 6 weeks more till she let me do so without supervision.

I chuckled to myself at the memory, then checked the hanging bag for undergarments. Sure enough they were in there. She'd gone easy on me there, since the dress had cut outs in the back, she'd given me one of my favorite Victoria's Secret convertible bras and a pair of lacy boy short panties. I blew dry my hair, dressed and applied a bit of make-up. I exited the bathroom weary of Rosalie's shoe choice which I had yet to see, and fully aware that I either needed to eat or start drinking again so I wouldn't pass out right then.

"Rose your dress is totally longer than mine! Not fair!" I shouted at her.

Rose looked fucking sexy as hell, like usual. In a fitted cream colored dress with a cherry print, it was something that only she could pull off. Her dress came down to the very top of her knee, where mine barely reached mid thigh. "If there is any chance of running into The Edward tonight, you are going to look like walking sex, that's why you're wearing that. Now come here so I can fix your hair and make-up."

"I thought we were just going to eat."

"Yeah, well. We're hitting the Strip to eat and who knows. And since we don't know when were coming back here, we're gearing up now."

When Rosalie was happy with her handy work we headed down to the lobby and got a cab to the MGM Grand. After asking around we'd found that they had a great diner for burgers and fries.

"So, The Edward is here, huh?"

I rolled my eyes, "Yup."

"And?"

"Emmett said he'd keep him away from me, if that's what I want."

"And is it?"

"Oh God Rose, I don't know."

I really didn't. In the last 4 years I had talked to Edward once. It was last Christmas when I was home on break. I'd seen him at the market, I had gone in to pick up a few things with my mom, he was at the register checking out. I grabbed my mom's hand and turned around and walked at of the store. Lucky for me my mom is understanding and didn't question, we went home. Edward called my parents house that afternoon, and that evening, and the next day. My dad told him to stop calling, I didn't want to talk to him, so he showed up and parked across the street. He would sit there for hours. Then he started showing up places I went. Like the pool in Port Angeles at 7 am when I went for a morning work out.

Finally my dad, the town's Chief of Police, told him he'd have to arrest him for stalking. I guess more had been said than just the threat of arrest, because later that night my dad suggested I talk to Edward. Just hear him out, he told me. Christmas Eve he caught me of guard.

He called the house and I answered. "Please, Bella. Please just 2 minutes. Talk to me." I caved. His Volvo was parked in front of my house, he was standing beside the passenger side door holding it open. I climbed in out of the rain as he ran around to the driver's side.

"Two minutes," I said.

"I'm still in love with you."

"Alright, times up." I got out of the car shutting the door, trying to block the sound of his voice begging me to stop, listen, come back. I never told Alice or Rose about it. I didn't want them questioning my response. I didn't want to think about how I felt about Edward. And in the last 5 months I hadn't thought about that night, till Emmett said that Edward was here too.

"Rose I really don't know."

"It's OK Bella. Let's eat and we'll see where the night goes."

a/n- btw mc d's fries are very sobering! perfect for the halfway point if your bar hopping :) and i'm a tequila girl myself.