Girls Night

By: Hmonster4

Prompts: argyle, cheerleader, dimples, fruit roll up

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"Ohhh…fuck…"

The gummy mass burnt as rolled down my throat.

"Who the hell does this willingly?" I groaned

"No one!" Alice laughed gleefully as she handed me a glass of water.

"Then why did I?"

"Because you needed it. You are way too uptight. Besides, you were the one that said 'a few shots' would do you some good."

"A shot is tequila. Or vodka. Not this congealed mass of…what the hell was this?"

"A cement mixer. Bailey's Irish Cream and lime juice,." Esme stifled a smile. She's the one that ordered the damn thing. She should have been the one drinking it.

"God, I am going to feel like shit tomorrow."

"No worrying about tomorrow. Enjoy tonight." Rose encouraged as she tossed back her drink.

"Fine, if you three harpies are going to crawl up my ass about loosening up, I want something in exchange."

"Like what?" Rosalie enquired innocently.

"Truth or dare." I smiled innocently at my three best friends. "Nice and simple."

"Only if we get one in return, Bella." Alice shot back. I should have seen that coming a mile away.

"Fine. One for each of us. Who goes first?"

Our fists were immediately out in front of us, ready for battle. We counted it off together.

"Rock, paper, scissors…shoot!"

Three rocks, one pair of scissors.

"Mother fucker! You would think after all this time!" Alice protested. "Fine, I'll go first, but I am not doing this sober."

She leaned over the bar, flagging down the blonde with the spiked hair. "Hey Juice Newton! Hook me up with a shot of Patron, will you?"

"Make it three, I am afraid of what she's going to do to us!" Esme amended.

"Four." I called out. "No way are any of us going down easy tonight."

We grabbed the shots, tossed them back, and then flipped the glasses upside down on the counter.

"Fuck that burns," Alice hissed.

"Your personal issues are none of our business," Esme retorted.

"It's always the quiet ones…." I wiped the back of my mouth with my hand, glancing around the bar. "Okay, Alice. Truth or dare."

"Dare." Alice grinned innocently at me.

I pointed at the bar. "Let's see what you've got, Sally Sue. This isn't a cheertocracy."

"Oh fuck…" Rose whispered under her breath as Esme snorted a laugh.

"You are going down, Swan." Alice shot me a dirty look and climbed up onto the bar.

"I apologize in advance," she called out to the crowded room. "I was dared."

Alice took a deep breath, and plastered a fake smile on her face. She popped into a ready position, feet spread, hands on hips.

"Give me an 'H'. Give me a 'U'." Alice shouted at the top of her lungs. I clapped my hands over my mouth to hold in the laughter as she continued just a loudly. "Give me a - giant pussy-licking, ass-fucker cock shit."

She smiled apologetically and looked around the room. "I'm sorry. That was my Tourette's."

The crowd broke into cheers; a guy in the back shouting "I love you!"

"Why did I ever introduce you to that movie?" Alice sniped as she climbed down off the bar.

"Hey, you wanted me to loosen up."

"Juice! Another round, we are going to need it!" Esme called out. I'd never seen her drink so much.

"Okay. Next victim?"

"Fine, I'll go," Rosalie sighed. "I'll go truth."

"Name the first part of Emmett's body you licked."

Rose's cheeks turned red and she looked away, embarrassed.

"Oh…this is going to be good!" Alice clapped her hands together in excitement.

Rose grabbed a shot glass off the bar, staring angrily into the depths of the clear liquid.

"His left dimple." She tossed back the tequila before any of us could respond.

"His dimple?" Esme shouted in protest. "With all that yummy goodness, and you lick his goddamn dimple?"

"He had hot fudge on his cheek," Rose answered demurely.

"Yeah, okay. That was lame." I grabbed my shot glass and tossed it back. "You're up Es. Truth or dare."

"Well, since Rose was such a dud, I feel the need to make up for her. So truth."

Alice elbowed me in the ribs. As if I could forget.

"Es, how come you always have fruit rollups at your apartment. You are the queen of organic, no processed, no preservatives. You don't eat that stuff."

She grabbed a cherry out of the caddy on the bar and popped it in her mouth. "Who says I eat them?"

"But why would you have them?"

"They're more fun than whipped cream when you make a bikini."

I think you could have picked our collective jaws up off the ground.

"It's always the quiet ones." Alice whispered conspiratorially.

"I'm not quiet Alice; I'm just not you."

Rosalie had been strangely quiet during the conversation, glancing around the bar.

"Okay, Bella. Truth or Dare?" She asked innocently.

"I know you way to well. Dare. Those stories stay in the vault, Rose."

"Perfect. See that guy over there?" She pointed across the bar. "The one in the argyle sweater and distressed khakis that looks like he stepped out of an Abercrombie ad?"

"The red head?"

"Auburn," Alice corrected. I rolled my eyes.

"I want you to go climb up in his lap, and without a single word of introduction, stick your tongue down his throat."

Esme whistled in appreciation. Rose was going for the jugular.

"Fine." I grabbed the last shot off the bar and downed it.

I could hear them laughing behind me as I walked across the bar. The Argyle Guy sat with a few friends, watching a baseball game on the flat screen. One saw me coming, and smiled, but I honed right in on Argyle Guy. If I looked around, I'd loose my nerve.

There was just enough room for me to step up on the first rung of his bar stool. Argyle Guy's eyes went wide as I stepped into his line of sight.

"Hey, I was watching…" Before he could finish, I threw my arms around his neck and mashed my lips to his. He didn't respond at first, but his friends goaded him on, shouting 'Go Edward!'

I felt his arms slip around my waist, and his mouth started to move under mine. When he tried to take a breath, I took advantage of my opening, so to speak, and slipped my tongue between his lips. He responded enthusiastically, and the tequila I'd consumed merged with beer and salt from French Fries.

He would have been happy to keep going, as indicated by his vice grip on my waist and the salute of appreciation that pressed against my leg. But I had priorities.

I disengaged and gave him an innocent smile.

"Thank you."

I stepped down off the bar stool, and turned back to my friends. They were grinning like idiots.

"Hey, where are you going? Don't leave!" Argyle guy called after me.

But I wasn't going to go back. Boys could come another time.

It was girl's night.

Okay – so a few notes of ref just in case…

Sally Sue was the cheerleader with Tourette's from Not Another Teen Movie

Yes, the fruit rollup bikini works – just don't spend much time in the sun

You liked the dimple licking so much, I had to bring it back.

I hope no one buys you a cement mixer on your birthday, but a good shot of patron with your girlfriends is in order.

Have a lover-ly one wonderful Nina! Happy Birthday!