Hello readers! Alright so, this chapter I am in love with, I got butterflies when I wrote it! I loved it so much that I decided that I couldn't wait to post it until tomorrow, so I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it, anyways early Happy Thanksgiving to all Americans.

Disclaimer: All things in the Twilight Realm are not mine. :(

EPOV

We got into the club, it was spectacular sheets were hung from the ceilings creating a 'genie in a bottle' atmosphere. And the bar was absolutely massive; it was the first spot we hit. Jasper and I got Emmett stamped as a 'non-drinker' so he would have no chance of getting alcohol, we got a kick out of it, but Emmett was visibly and audibly pissed.

I have to say I'm glad he's not drinking tonight, Emmett happens to be the most horrendous, expensive, and brutal drunks I have ever seen. One time he ate 5 pizzas's and then went to a Burger-Barn drive thru at 2 in the morning to buy them out of their burger supply, but that is not the worst part, when he went he did not have a car so they told him he could not get his order because it was a liability to the company, so he then proceeds to go to a local mini-mart, and finds a grocery cart and also a hockey stick, he then 'paddles' himself all the way to the Burger-Barn and orders the food again, the lady eventually allowed him his food. But I'm sure he regretted it all the next day, it was not a pretty morning after. No amount of Tums and Advil could fix the storm he had churning in his body.

We got to the bar and a pretty bar maid walked over, fixing her hair, obviously trying to look her best for us.

"What are you drinking?" she said in a seductive low voice, leaning forward far enough so that I could get a great view of her perfect cleavage.

"Jack Daniels" I replied giving her a dazzling smile.

"And for your friend?" Her eyebrow quirks up, Emmett had pulled up beside me and whispered in my ear, it was time to have a little fun with Jasper, I whispered in her ear what he was getting and told her to shout out his name and the name of his drink.

"Ahh, paybacks a bitch" Emmett said, pulling his arms around my shoulder. "you'll get yours in due time Edward" He punched me hard in the back.

"I'll be expecting it then." I said coolly. Emmett had spotted a red head down the bar and started to head towards her. I went to go find Jasper, our drinks should be ready right about now.

"Did you get me a rye?" Jasper asked over the loud music.

"Of course" I said, trying to hide my smile.

"JASPER WHITLOCK, PINK LADY, JASPER WHITLOCK THE PINK LADY" The bartender screamed over the music. Everyone around the bar looked around for the owner of the pink lady while some people laughed at the stupidity of the joke.

I looked at Jasper, his hands were shaking and he was sweating, he was frozen on the spot. "So I guess I'm not drinking rye tonight" He said icily, his eyes were clamped shut, the bar maid walked over to Jasper and I, holding out his drink. She had an innocent, yet devious smile, she winked at me.

Jasper took the drink and downed it in a few seconds. I could tell he was angry, but he would get over it.

"That wasn't a very funny prank, now everyone will think I'm gay." He looked me straight in the eyes, probably trying to kill me with his glare.

"Now that… Jasper that is stereotyping, just because you drink a fruity drink does not mean that you are in fact, a fruit." I scolded.

"Yes, but people will assume, you have ruined any chance of me getting laid with anyone around the bar at the time." he frowned and squinted his eyes in anger.

"Ah…but Jasper you have forgotten that there are plenty more women on the dance floor than at the bar." I said, trying to lighten his mood.

"Yes but the ones at the bar are more likely to be mad, which means hate sex. And that is the best kind." He said sadly.

"How do you know that girls at the bar are hateful?" That is one of the craziest theories Jasper has had, and he has a lot of crazy theories.

"From experience Eddie" He patted me on the back and went to go find luck elsewhere.

RPOV

I instantly noticed the atmosphere of the club, it was intoxicating, I felt as if I was drunk on happiness.

We arrived around 11, I had heard that there were free drinks tonight, and I headed straight for the bar. Alice is a dancer and couldn't wait to start dancing so she headed to the floor first,

"Are you sure you don't mind if I go?" She asked, her eyes questioning.

"Of course Alice, I'll meet you on the dance floor, and we will party all night long." I said with a big grin pulling at the corners of my lips.

"Probably not all night"

"And what's that supposed to mean Alice Brandon?" I say quirking up my eyebrow. She bit her lip, nervous for some reason.

"It means, I'm sure you'll find a man around 1 and then go home with him." She said looking the other way, she probably thought I'd sock her right there, but first of all she is one of my best friend's, and second of all her words have some truth behind them, it just so happens that every time we go out I seem to find my way into some man candies arms.

"And you will too, If I do remember correctly the last time we went to a club, you left with a very tall and strong Latino, and as you put it, he was 'spicy' and 'caliente'!" We burst into a giggle fit.

"Well then, see you on the dance floor." I hugged her and watched her skip to go dance, she was picked up by a very good-looking guy as soon as she set a foot on the floor.

I walked over to the bar, instantly getting the attention of the bartender.

"And what will you be having tonight?" He said in a very low attractive voice.

"Screwdriver!" I yelled over the music, it was extremely loud in the club, I could feel the music pulsing under my feet.

I looked around me, the club was packed, I was practically being squished to death between some busty red head and a suit-clad business man, who kept trying to sneak a peek down my dress.

"Here's your drink" He said with a wink. I was about to pull out some money when the business man blacked my hand and handed his cash to the bartender.

"I'm buying" the business man beside me said to the bartender. He grinned creepily at me, I tried to smile back but all I could do was grimace.

"What's your name?" He asked in a weird tone. It was probably meant to be 'sexy'. All it was-was fucking scary, like trench coat guy-with a knife scary. I tried to put distance between us but every time I moved he moved.

"Rosalie." I said shortly, I don't want to be picky, but this guy was not my type. He came to a club in a suit, he was shorter than me, and reeked of cheap cologne. Definitely not a winner.

"Hey Rosalie, are your feet tired?" He asked, confidently leaning on the bar, obviously trying to look suave.

"Oh God." I took a long, LONG sip of my drink.

"…Because you've been running through my mind all day long." He said, a massive grin started to form on his face like he had said something absolutely brilliant. How dare he think that pick up line was good enough to get me to swoon, I am a woman of pride. I will not fall for something as lame as him. I couldn't hold it in any longer I burst…

"Listen. Save yourself the heart-ache and leave, you will never have a chance with me. So Please leave and spend your money on some girl who will take it." His mouth was wide open, and his eyes were glassing over.

"Was that not enough motivation for you to leave scumbag, move!" I barked. The only way to get the creepers away is to be pushy.

He turned on his heel and walked away at a mile a minute, probably not going fast enough.

"Harsh." The bartender said. I spun around to see him, I hadn't noticed before but the bartender was very, very attractive. Muscles rippled under his tight black shirt, and his smile was gleaming. And he was tall dark and handsome. Mmmm now this is the type of guy I want to pick me up…off my feet and have sex with all night.

"Rosalie" I said extending my hand for a shake.

"Jacob." He said, "So are you always so mean to guys that try and pick you up?" He said with a laugh.

"Only to the ones who are not my type." I said taking a small sip of my drink, it happened to be really good. I guess Jacob was good for more than just being eye candy.

"And what is your type?" He said leaning over the bar.

"My ty-" I was cut off by a massive bulk of something, what ever it was bumped me and spilt the rest of my drink allover the front of my shirt.

"What the fuck!" I turned around to see a giant muscled man facing me. His eyes were wide with shock. "Say something you big idiot!" He started stuttering apologies, I wouldn't wait for him to stop fumbling over his tongue, "Save it, I don't have time for this" with a frustrated screech I went to go find Alice on the dance floor.

I could here him calling after me but I was too angry and upset. Jesus, this is my good silk shirt and it's white.

I felt a grab at my arm, I turned around to see that it was the massive man holding me back.

"Let go." I said through clenched teeth

"Not until you let me apologize" His face looked very serious with concern, etched into his friendly face.

"You just did, now let go before I scream" I warned, if he actually knew me, he would know that I was lying, I would probably just break his wrist instead of wasting my energy on a scream.

"At least let me buy you another drink" He pleaded.

"I'm fine thank-you" I did my best ice-queen impression. Trying to wriggle lose out of his grip, I leaned away from him, but his strength kept pulling me back in.

"I insist, a girl as pretty as you should never have to pay for drink" obviously my impression didn't work. I was being sucked closer to him with every word I uttered.

"Well I don't even want another drink, so problem solved I don't have to pay for a drink"

"Then let me pay you back some how, maybe a dance?" He tilted his head to the side and gave a goofy grin.

I laughed out loud, "And that's supposed to fix things, letting you dance with me."

"No, letting you dance with me" Now he's going to be cocky, what does he have to be cocky about, he may be exploding with muscles, and have perfect hair, and those gleaming eyes…woah Rose get a hold of yourself.

I try and laugh at him but it comes out strangled, "Oh wow, gee that has to be a great offer, but I'll pass, you see because I don't need guys to dance with me, they just do. I don't have to try, things just are. Now seriously you're wasting my time. Now let go of arm." He finally put up his arms in surrender.

"Will we see each other again?" He asked, his face had a haunting look of hopefulness.

"Probably in your dreams." I said, I started to walk away laughing. When I heard his voice faintly behind me.

"That was a cheesy line, I'm sure you can come up with something much better." He said, I whipped around to see him wearing a big playful smile.

"I'm sure I could, but I don't have time to waste." I rummaged through my bag looking for nothing.

"What is the rush?" He asked in a relaxed tone.

"I have to…" I searched through my mind for an excuse but nothing was coming up, he gave a triumphant smile.

"Ahhh so you don't even have anything to do, well in that case would you please dance with me. Not as a favor to you but as a favor to me." He made a pouty face and his eyes went watery.

"Fine." I said shortly, for some reason I felt deep down that I really wanted to dance with him. Like a magnetic pull was forcing me to want the man that I hate.

Dangerous by Akon came on and everybody started dancing with the beat. I turned my back to him and swiveled from side to side against his rippling body. He put his hands on my hips and let out a whistle. I couldn't help it, I laughed out loud.

"What, your body is banging!" he said while laughing with me.

His laugh was like liquid gold, smooth. I'm sure I should still be mad at him but I can't, every ounce of me wants to be mad with him for my shirt, but I just can't. He's left me defenseless. The only thing to do now is dance, and make him feel as defenseless too.

I turned around so I was facing him, I put my arms around his neck and pulled myself up to his ear.

"So is yours." I whispered and winked.

He took in a big gulp of air, "So, I haven't even gotten your name"

"Rosalie."

"Wow, now that is a name I have never heard before." I gave him a playful slap, he was right, I have never met anyone with the same name as me, it was truly unique.

"And yours?"

"Emmett, now for my second question. Can I get your number?" He twirled me around with one finger, pushing me out and pulling me back in tight to his body.

"I don't give it out in clubs." I said, grasping for air that I didn't have.

"Then let's go outside." He said, starting to lead me towards the exit.

"I can't, my friend is in here, I can't just leave her." He gave me a sad smile. I couldn't resist him! I made sure he heard me huff and puff before I reluctantly caved, "Fine just give me a minute to find her, stay right here" he saluted me and stomped on the ground to show he wouldn't move.

It took some searching but I finally found Alice grinding against a guy.

"Hey Alice" I yelled over the music. She whipped around and a look of horror replaced her happy smile.

"ROSALIE HALE your shirt is completely ruined what you have done!" Alice's eyes were bugging out of her head in disgust.

"I didn't do anything to it, some guy at the bar did," I hesitated on the next part, "who also happens to be the guy I'm getting out of here with, you don't mind do you, its just..I kind of like him." She gave me the 'all knowing' Alice stare.

"Rose you really didn't have to ask, I knew you would be leaving tonight with someone other than me." She said like I was stupid.

"Thank you Alice, I'll see you later!" I gave Alice a big hug and ran over to my man.

"Alright let's go."

He took my hand and guided me out through the mobs of people to the door. Once we got outside I felt the cold air hit my skin instantly and I shivered.

Emmett instantly took notice and hugged me close to his chest, if it had been anybody else I would've pushed em' away but in his arms, it just felt right. Plus he was much bigger than me and engulfed my entire body, giving me lots of warmth.

It's weird how comfortable I felt with him, considering I had just met him, what, like 20-30 minutes ago? Plus I had hated his guts for the drink incident. It was numbingly quiet, all I could hear was our breathing and drunks stumbling out of the club.

I heard him clear his throat, "So can I have your number now that we aren't in a club?" He asked coolly.

I hesitated, "No"

"What?" He pulled a little away in order to see my face, obviously checking to see if I was lying.

"I'll take your number, I don't need you calling me twenty-four-seven like a love sick puppy" I joked. Really what I meant by it was I didn't want to be the one waiting for the call, sitting by the phone waiting for that special guy to finally send me a message that he actually wants to see me. I had gone through that before, being the needy girl, being vulnerable.

"Who said I was in love" He asked looking straight at me, His eyes were a deep brown with flecks of gold in them. I felt in a daze, getting lost in those precious orbs.

"Well, Nobody, I guess" I finally got the words out of my sticky mouth, it kept getting drier for every second I talked to him, are you nervous Rosalie Hale?.

I looked down in embarrassment why had I say that? Why did I say he was in love with me? It was so stupid to say. Now I really am vulnerable, I'm the love sick puppy.

I looked into his eyes and felt as if he could see right through any of my games or tricks, like he knew that I wanted him probably more than he wanted me.

"Let me have your phone." He asked tenderly.

I pulled out my phone and gave it to him silently. I could here the clicking of the keys as he put in his number.

"I'll be expecting a call soon I hope." he said putting the silver object into my palm.

"Sure." I said. I looked down at the ground.

"You don't seem half as fiery as in the club" he put his hand under my chin forcing me to look up at him again.

"Do I need to be?" I asked.

"Not at all, just be yourself." He said

"What if you won't like what you see?" I questioned.

"Anything you are, I will love" His voice sounded sweet and his face looked truthful.

"This is weird, don't you think?" I said.

"Hmm, what?" He shook his head coming back from wherever in his mind he was.

"We just met, yet we're acting as if we've known each other for years"

"I want to know you for years" He said with a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Now that was cheesy." I giggled.

"Yes well, what I was aiming for was romantic. Maybe romance is just cheesy" he said sadly.

"Not if it's done right." I said quietly, my eyes glued to the ground. I looked up to meet his eyes looking at me with an intensity I could not bare.

He leaned his head to mine slowly, parting his lips, finally meeting mine. I embraced the impact of his lips, relishing the taste of his mouth on mine. His hands were roaming freely all over my body, eventually finding the perfect place on my hips. Finally I came up for a breath and I gazed into his eyes, knowing that what ever was going to happen between us, it would not be just a fling.

I heard a buzz of a cell phone and instantly grabbed for mine, but it wasn't my phone it was his.

"Shit, I gotta go, I'm the designated driver tonight for my buddies. I really, really want you to call me as soon as you can, don't keep me waiting." With a wink, he let me go and I felt cold once again. He noticed me starting to shiver and took of his leather coat to put it around my shoulders.

"Thanks" I mumbled.

"Anytime" He kissed my forehead and was gone.

I went to the side of the road and eventually hailed a taxi. The entire ride home was spent thinking about Emmett.