Blue= Jazz club Edward plays at occasionally. (See chapter 8, towards the middle.)
Minus 2= Rosalie saying she can't get smashed, because she's pregnant. So minus two people for the club drinking.
Thank you for your embarrassing stories. I giggled, and chuckled, and spit orange juice all over my cousin.
The one I chose will be used eventually, but until then, if you have more ideas, keep em coming.
Hurrah!
Okay, here we go with Bitchella and Sickward.
Disclaimer: Je ne suis pas propriétaire Twilight. Je suis propriétaire d'une déception.
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Finally.
Dancing.
One thing I could finally do to show off. I was a woman of many talents.
Shaking my ass was one of them.
After lunch, Alice insisted we run to one more store, just for another outfit.
I agreed. I wanted to look my best.
Edward was playing tonight. Let's just say I wanted to inspire beautiful music.
So here I was, being attacked by Alice. But I actually wanted it this time.
"Aren't you going to straighten or curl or something?"
Alice removed the comb from her mouth.
"No, not tonight. This is a jazz club in downtown LA. We're going 'more is more' tonight, 'bigger is better'."
She began to spray and tease my hair. "Rose, hand me that black eyeshadow."
I flinched.
"Oh, and Bella?"
"Mm?"
"You're wearing leather tonight."
I could hear the grin in her voice.
***
I stood in the mirror, Alice grinning behind me like the cat who killed the canary.
"Admit it Bella."
"I like it."
"Oh, please. You're wetting your lacy panties right now."
I grimaced.
So she did do a good job.
A really good job.
I looked like sex.
My hair was teased as much as I would allow, and the volume and natural curls in my hair made me feel like a girl from queens. In a good way.
She opted for black and grey smoky eye makeup, no eyeliner, but a good amount of mascara, that made my already thick lashes criminal.
I was wearing dark wash denim jeans that were practically tattooed on, and I briefly wondered how I would get them off tonight.
How would Edward get them off tonight?
The black silk top Alice had bought was being showcased on me tonight, and I did look quite bangable. A leather jacket (so I did end up in leather) adorned my shoulders
And heels. Three inch black stilettos. There was no point in arguing.
I looked hot. And I was ready to dance.
Rose wore dark greens, Alice opted for reds, and we looked fuckworthy tonight.
I was quite excited.
Edward had called the club earlier and asked, to the managers delight, if he could play tonight.
Turns out her was quite popular around there, and it had been a while since he had played.
So he was already there.
Jasper and Emmett were riding with us, and they were wearing jeans, boots, and what else? Leather jackets.
We looked like a biker gang.
For the first time in a long time, I was excited to go out, get crazy, and look hot.
Especially since Alice's Bella Barbie time had turned into Bella Biker time.
Shwag.
We arrived and Rosalie walked up to the bouncer.
"Five for Edward Cullen."
He nodded stoically and let us in.
The inside was unbelievable.
The theme seemed to be 1940's mobster. The bartenders were wearing pinstripes, there were what I hope were fake old fashioned machine guns on the walls.
The whole places color scheme was red and black, and it had a smoke, haze feel to it.
Everyone here seemed to be dressed according to the whole, dark, sultry type thing.
The stage was illuminated in a spotlight, and there was a piano. But no Edward.
Alice leaned in to whisper to me.
"He'll be out in ten minutes. Let's get a drink."
The bartenders spoke in slang too, and it lifted my spirits.
"Check out these swanky dames Boss."
Alice grinned at him.
"Hey Demetri."
"It's K Smalls to you birdie."
She giggled.
"The usual, babe?"
"Yeah. And get my friend here a 'Screaming Orgasm.'" She gestured to me.
He winked suggestively. "That I can do."
He was cute. Tall, blonde, muscular, lilting green eyes, and he had his long hair in a ponytail. That pin stripe suit was doing wonders for him.
A rather large man walked out from the backroom. He was huge, but just a bit smaller than Emmett.
"Hey, Felix." Alice greeted him. He grinned back, and it was laced with menace. Not quite as sweet as Emmett's. Not even close.
"Whose the lovely lady, Alice?"
"This is Bella. She just moved here from Phoenix."
Felix leaned across the counter, dangerously close to me.
"If you need me to show you around. I'm always willing." I blushed at the implications in his voice, but nodded and smiled, grabbing my drink and heading to where Rose, Em, and Jasper were seated.
"So, Bella. Felix looked pretty friendly with you." Rose sipped at her perrier and eyed me.
"That fucker is trouble." Emmett looked at the bar the whole time, most likely engaged in a stare down with the not-so-gentle giant.
"Oh, Em lighten up. He's a nice kid."
"Tell that to Jane."
This piqued my interest. "Jane?"
"His girlfriend," Rose clarified.
"His punching bag." Emmett muttered darkly.
Jasper and I just looked at each other, somewhat happy to not be totally involved in this world.
The crowd's chatter abruptly went silent, and I noticed the spotlight on the piano dim just a bit, as all the other lights turned to a smoky burgundy, casting an eerie but sensual glow on the club.
I followed everyone's gaze to the stage. My jaw dropped, and I stepped on it.
Edward was sitting there, at the piano, but he looked- my god.
Black. All black. A black button up, unbuttoned three buttons, rolled up to show off his fore arms, black dress pants, black boots.
God, I think I just came.
He sat down with a serious, soulful expression on his face, and for once it belonged there.
The first few notes of his song began to float through the room as he began to play.
I recognized this tune- I did. But from where?
Then, his mouth opened, and the angels came down from the heavens.
I'm not even exaggerating.
Besame. Besame mucho,
Como si fuera esta noche
La ultima vez
Besame. Besame mucho.
Que you no puedo perderte,
Perderte despues.
Oh my god.
His voice was sweet and bitter, salt and sugar, velvet and nails. Lilting and smooth, but with a slight catch, a tiny raspy quality that pretty much summed Edward up all at once. Beauty and Pain.
Yup. I just came.
And the lyrics. I knew enough Spanish from poor high school education to roughly translate. That and it was one of my favorite songs ever.
Besame? Kiss me. Mucho? A lot.
Kiss me a lot.
That fucker.
He was going to be the death of me. Who the fuck was I kidding? He was the death of me.
I wanted to be angry at him for suggesting anything with this song, but it was so beautiful, and there was so much feeling…
And I was a fool in love.
I tuned out everyone else.
I tuned out the women groaning over how gorgeous he was, I ignored Felix's stare from the bar. I ignored every other feeling in me except everything Edward.
I knew it was impossible, I knew it, it was much too dark. He couldn't see me. Could he?
But his eyes met mine, and I could feel him looking at me while he sang. He was looking directly at me.
Besame. Besame mucho,
Que you no quiero perderte.
Perderte despues.
Fuck.
I was getting in his pants. Tonight.
He finished all too soon, and the crowd applauded.
The women a little too enthusiastically I noticed.
My drink was gulped down, quickly. A shot of vodka appeared at my side.
I didn't question. I drank. And prayed to the gods of drinking that I wouldn't throw up on Edward.
He flowed smoothly into another song.
It wasn't familiar, and I wondered what it was.
Rose looked at Alice. "This one is new."
Your eyes are where I find
That I can be safe
And you never leave my mind
Your strength gives me faith
Your arms are my comfort
Your lips are my love
And you were sent to me
From heaven above
You're
Everything that I've ever wanted
Your voice leaves me, breathless, haunted
And I don't care if you hate me
I don't care if you do
All that I could've wanted
was to love you
Firsts,
I got what i needed,
I know I'm conceited
I might be a little gay too
But that doesn't matter,
No it doesn't matter
If I get to love you
His song ended, and it was too short. Too short. The woman clapped a little less enthusiastically, obviously turned off by the love in his voice.
I sat there shell shocked. On the edge of tears, and running up there to just, kill him and love him at the same time.
I couldn't even think.
Another shot. I drank it.
This is fucking impossible.
I stole Emmett's shot, drank it.
There's no way.
A new song started.
He jazzed it up a little bit, inviting couples to come dance on the floor, obviously not wanting people to be turned off by the love songs.
I turned to Rose.
"He wrote that?"
She rolled her eyes. "Obviously."
"He writes shit now?"
"Always has."
Another shot.
Fuck. It was for me. There was no doubt. Even I couldn't maneuver around that.
So what does this mean? God, it was too much for one day. First, the realization that I love him, and now, this.
It was too perfect. Pessimistic Bella rose from the dead and broke Optimistic Bella's nose.
God, I just don't want it to go wrong.
Finally, Alice got up, dragging Jasper to the dance floor.
Rose gave me a look, asking me for permission to go dance. I gestured her onward. Then I finished Alice's drink.
I watched the couples move for a while, looking happy and just plain shining.
Why the hell was I sitting here being emo when I came here to dance? I was excited to dance.
Fuck it. I'm going. I walked onto the floor, somewhat buzzed, and immediately moved to the tune of his music. This was more of my art. Dance classes worked wonders for confidence.
Thankfully the music wasn't slow, so I didn't have to feel awkward.
I let the beat wash over me as I moved, forgetting and just- letting go. It felt good, and I wanted to show off, so I let some of my more impressive moves bust in. Edward's music was perfect for my mood today. Jazzy and fun, but with a little bit of slow to go with it.
Some random person came up behind me and I danced with him for a song.
Finally, three songs later, I was exhausted. I think Edward might've been playing those tunes for me to dance to. My suspicions were cemented when I sat down and a slow song began, along with his crooning.
I eyed a half empty glass across the table
Okay, I need to stop that. I was having alcoholic tendencies. I let my forehead rest on the table.
Fuck me. Jesus.
You know what Bella? said the little voice in my head, You're making shit too complicated. I think you LIKE drama.
I sat up, angry.
Who the fuck are you to say that little voice?!
Little voice rolled her eyes. He loves you. You love him. Easiest shit ever. And stop drinking by yourself. You look pathetic.
Little voice disappeared.
Fuck.
My head drooped on the table again. I sat there, listening to Edward's voice and playing until I felt a light tap on my shoulder.
I looked up groggily, quite under the influence by now.
Felix stood there, grinning at me.
"Hello there. You looked lonely."
He sat down.
I put my head in my hands.
"Yeah, being a crazy bitch does that to you."
He chuckled.
"I'm on my break, care to dance?"
I was drunk. He looked hotter. What could I say?
"Sure, I'd love to."
He led me to the dance floor, partly because I didn't know where it was by now.
The music felt sexy, the lighting was sexy, Felix was sexy.
He held me close to his body, and we moved together. Actually it was more of him holding me up while he slowly ground his crotch into me.
"What's a beautiful girl like yourself doing here without a date?"
I smiled drunkenly. "Being a crazy bitch."
He leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"I like crazy bitches."
Because I was drunk, and because I was horny, I giggled like a schoolgirl, completely ignoring little voice, who was yelling Danger! Danger! Remember Edward?
Fuck you, little voice.
I pressed myself closer to Felix. He pulled me closer to him. His hands dropped dangerously close to my denim clad ass.
We moved for a little while like this, until I caught a glimpse of Edward's perfect, beautiful face. He was totally absorbed in his playing, and he looked a little bit troubled.
He doesn't love me. He can't. I'm nowhere near good enough. That song was obviously some kind of a joke. Or for another girl. Pessimistic Bella was smashed now, and she was vicious. Only one thing to do.
"I need a drink."
Felix, once again, led me to the bar, where I threw back a shot and some kind of fruity drink like it was fresh water and I was in a desert.
I could feel Felix's leer on me, and sober Bella would've been uncomfortable. Drunk Bella didn't give a rat's shit.
Suddenly, his arm was around my waist, his other hand rubbing my thigh, and his breath was in my ear.
"I'm off the clock. We could go somewhere."
I couldn't feel anything. I could only see myself nodding like a dumb ass, while, once again, my conscience screamed at me.
No! No Bella!
Here's what would've happened:
Felix and I would've gone to a room, where I would've gotten thoroughly fucked, almost and probably against my will. Edward would be so hurt by what I did, he'd never forgive me, and we never would get together. I would never find a man, and I'd live with forty cats until I died at the age of 67 in a freak accident involving an oven and a Satsuma.
But alas, today the fates were on my side.
Another arm snaked around me.
I felt an odd sense of comfort, even though I didn't know who it was, I was too fucking wasted to know who it was.
A smooth voice sharpened with menace filled my senses.
"Time for a break. Felix, could you get me a scotch on the rocks?"
"I'm off work Cullen."
I could hear the smile in his voice even thought I felt like I was under water.
"Not for another seven minutes. Times 'a wastin'." I heard grumbling, as no doubt, Felix walked off.
I was being taken somewhere, hopefully somewhere to sit.
I was sat down in a chair, and left alone.
I felt sad.
Then, he returned with coffee. Where the fuck did he get coffee?
"Drink this, Bella."
I obliged, making a funny face when I tasted it.
Black.
We sat in silence while I drank.
It was probably ten or twenty minutes before I felt my thoughts return. I was buzzed, but not drunk.
I felt guilt wash over me. God how much more pathetic and idiotic could I get before just died?
Draaaaamaaaa Queeeeeen.
Shut up.
"Shit, Edward, I'm so sorry."
He brushed my hair back from my face.
"Not now, Bella. Tomorrow. Come dance with me."
I realized the speakers were playing music now, Edward's playing having stopped.
We were swaying on the floor.
"You look Beautiful, Bella."
"No, you." I said stubbornly. He laughed. I looked at him, trying to convey my emotions in my drunken stupor.
"I never want you to stop doing that."
"What?" He had the cutest confused look on his face.
"Laughing."
He laughed again. I rested my head on his chest and sighed.
"You, my love, are thoroughly smashed."
"No, no. I'm thoroughly in love."
Well that slipped. Sober thoughts! Sober thoughts!
He stiffened against me for a moment before I heard his wary voice.
"You're drunk. Don't say thing you don't mean."
"They say the truth comes out when you're drunk."
He smoothed my hair.
"God, I hope so."
***
After that, a cab home. Some lights, Alice and Rose laughing, Emmett saying something about..
Chicken whores?
Someone changing me.
A bed. Comfy bed.
Warm, strong arms.
Peace.
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Not one of my favorite chapters but eh.
Aftermath tomorrow.
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