A/N: Normal disclaimers apply :) Enjoy!

"J…Ja…James…Oh my…" I realized that it had not been Edward that I had been dancing with on the stage. Sobering up quickly, I was suddenly was too aware of my surroundings. I tried to move past him when he grabbed my arm.

"Hey… ow!" I yelped.

"Where you heading to sweetness? Didn't you enjoy that back there? It sure felt like that a minute ago." His voice was raspy and gave me chills down my spine, and not the kind that I wanted. And he was smiling. Smugly. He was basking in the fact that he was right. A minute ago I was ready to jump his bones, well anyone's bones for that matter but his were the closest.

"I've got to find my friends," I said, searching frantically for a familiar face in the crowd. He must have known who I was looking for because he just chuckled.

"They're all in the VIP lounge. You've been up here by yourself at least an extra song." He smiled and turned to jump off the stage.

Just me? No Alice, but worse, no Edward watching. A bright red flush took over my face as I realized that he and I were the only ones that were up there and basically having sex on stage. Flustered I stepped forward and caught my heel on something. I felt the familiar feeling of flying through space.

James turned around just in time to see me start to tilt forward with no intentions of stopping and in one swift movement turned around and caught me just in time to prevent my face from connecting with the ground, or worse, falling completely off the stage like a fool.

Perfect Bella. This is the best time for your feet to fail. Now he's going to make some corny remark.

"Well I knew you had a thing for me by the way you were dancing, but it's a little too soon to be falling for me, especially when I don't even know your name." He chuckled and stood me upright, his eyes not leaving my body for a second.

"Thanks" I mumbled. "Can you help me down? I think I need another shot."

James hopped off stage and like a gentleman, offered me his hand. I bent over and he grabbed my waist and gently pulled me off stage. Huh, okay not such a creeper after all.

"Why thank you." I said, straightening out my skirt and trying to figure out just what had happened to my shirt, I didn't think it had this many rips, and was it … sideways? Oh well.

"… waiting for us over there. But you said something about shots? I like the sound of that." James smiled a surprisingly sweet smile and held his arm out so I wouldn't fall again. I didn't take it, but took note of the gesture.

We walked to the bar in silence, he ordered up 2 tequila shots and 2 Long Islands. We said a quick "cheers" and took the shots, grabbed our drinks and headed for the others. The entire time him acting the perfect gentleman.

Maybe I misjudged him. He seems to be nice enough.

We reached the table and I saw Alice smirking. My face turned a hideous shade of red as I remembered very vividly what had just taken place on that stage no less than 15 minutes ago.

Oh well, live and learn. At least you had fun.

I looked over at Edward who was in the middle of telling a story, I slipped into the seat next to him, James next to me.

"Bella, you made it back safely. I thought we were going to have to pry you off that stage." Edward said with a bit of apprehension, almost as if he wished that I never left that stage.

"Oh yeah, well tequila does that to me." I said with a slightly raspy voice, trying to allude to the body shot we had taken before my antics on stage. I could still feel his lips lingering on my neck, and my body responding to that sensation.

Careful Bella…

I cleared my throat and declared: "Alright, we need more alcohol ASAP!"

James whipped out his phone, sent a text message to someone and within 10 seconds a tray appeared with a bottle of Cuervo, a salt shaker, a dish of lemon wedges and 5 shot glasses. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

Great, I just told them that tequila turns me into an exhibitionist and a slut and then they order a bottle of it.

The boys just sat there with smiles on their faces, Alice was grinning too.

Traitor!

But I didn't want to look like I was scared or an amateur drinker so I made the first move and poured a round. Grabbing the salt and lemon I prepared myself, as if taking my cue, Edward distributed the shots to the table.

"To James and his kindness and his alcohol!" Jasper exclaimed.

"Cheers" we all replied and then took our shots, slamming the shot glass on the table to signify we were done.

"Now this is one way to do it or" Jasper said with a mischievous smile, "we can add a little twist."

Alice, never wanting to be ordinary spoke for the group and said "Twist it baby!"

"Alright, we do the shots like normal, but the slowest person to take them or the last person to slam their glass down has to remove an article of clothing." Jasper stated triumphantly.

A quick count and I realized I was only wearing 4 layers of clothes. Uh oh. But then again, I didn't have to be the fastest, I just had to be faster than one other person.

"Now Jasper, what about the person who takes it the fastest?" Edward said with a raised eyebrow. "What does he – or she – get?"

"Hmm. Well they get to choose which article of clothing it is."

"Fair enough. I'm in."

"I'm so there!" cried Alice.

"Sounds good to me" James replied.

"Uh… oh why the hell not? Count me in!" I surprisingly found myself saying.

"Alright, so the rules are clear, last glass on the table loses." Jasper grabbed the bottle and poured the next round. I took a deep breath and prepared myself.

"On the count of three. One… two…three!" cried Jasper as he, and the rest of us, threw the shot back.

The sound of glass connecting with table ensued.

"Yes!" cried Edward, relishing in the fact that he was the fastest that round and got to choose what article of clothing the loser lost.

We took a quick look around the table and I was really wondering why everyone was looking at me.

Oh shit.

"It's me, huh?" I said already knowing the answer. I had only been a split second slower than Jasper, but it was slow enough. I braced myself for what came next.

"Thong."

WHOA! WHAT! HOW DID HE…!

Edward knew I was wearing a thong and he wanted it off. My reaction must not have conveyed how much I was freaking out about this because everyone was looking at me waiting for my reaction. Calling his bluff and wanting to feel Edward's hands on me again; I smiled and looked at him.

"Help me stand up on this booth?" I asked Edward. He took a drink of something that he obviously ordered while I was dancing, and stood up. He grabbed my hand gently, so that I barely even felt it, and lifted me up. When I didn't release his hand, he looked up at me.

"Be a dear and get that for me would ya?" I winked at him and had to suppress a giggle when I saw his reaction to my request. Out of the corner of my eye I saw James grip the table so hard his knuckles turned white. But my attention was quickly brought back to Edward and my thong as I felt his hands travel up my thigh and then hesitate. I looked down into those green eyes, searching for something that told me he wanted me right then, right now.

I didn't have to look far. As soon I connected with his eyes they told me everything. They were gentle, asking for permission – which I willingly granted, but on the edges, there was something more. Something harsher that he was trying to hold back, it was passion, lust and need that he was holding back. As soon as his hand felt the waistband of my thong the intensity in his eyes increased and he took a deep breath.

I hoped he could smell my wetness for him. Well if he didn't smell it, he was definitely going to see the wet spot on my thong when he pulled it off of me, as he was doing now. He ran his thumb over the front of my thong and I let out a little gasp.

Oh god his hands feel amazing. I want him so bad, I need to feel him inside me, touching me, kissing me.

Edward pulled my thong down in one swift movement. He then playfully swung my thong around his finger as he sat back down. I sat back down a little dizzy and most definitely in need of a drink. Luckily the next round was poured and it was go time.

"Alright boys, you had me last time but now it's my turn to countdown. Ready… set… drink!" As soon as the words left my mouth the tequila entered, before I could even swallow my glass hit the table. I was making sure that I wasn't the last one standing this time. This time it was Alice and I made her take off her underwear too, that way I wasn't the only one going commando at the table.

I thought Jasper was going to have a heart attack when Alice without hesitation reached under her dress and pulled out the skimpiest piece of underwear I had ever seen. It was two red strings attached with a small diamond charm that denoted the back side of the under. She just giggled and threw her underwear on the table.

The game continued on for a few more rounds, luckily I didn't have to remove anything else, I got into a rhythm and was keeping good pace with Edward and James who seemed to keep winning and victimizing poor Alice. I glanced every now and then in Edwards direction, his bright eyes gleaming with happiness - he was really enjoying himself. I smiled to myself and waited for the next round.

A/N: Okie dokie, who knew it was James? Well, I'm off to see Phantom of the Opera tonight

Maybe I'll write a Jacob/Bella/Edward Phantom themed fan fic. . . oh that's good. R&R!