Chapter 20

As per usual, SM owns everything. Would love it if she wanted to own this story to...sigh...

~~OtA~~

EPOV

Edward hazily opened one eye, concentrating on keeping the contents of his stomach where it was supposed to be. He recalled someone at some point inferring that it wasn't a good night in Vegas if you could remember all of it.

Given his current condition, it must have been the singularly most awesome night that anyone had experienced on God's good earth.

His mouth felt like gravel and his head was pounding like a ten year old taking his first drum lesson. He opened his eyes and tried to take stock of where he was. Generic hotel room, unfamiliar. Was he in Bella's room? It looked like the lounge room. Gingerly turning his head, he found they were sprawled on the floor near the couch, tangled half in, half out of the bedding. He gazed at the ceiling, attempting to focus as he did a self assessment.

Shirt - half buttoned. Trousers - off. Underwear - on. Right foot -sock on. Left foot - sock off. Right hand - clutching a poker chip. Left hand - clutching something warm and squishy. Warm and squishy?

He rolled to his left side for further investigation.

Was that a…? Oh yes, it was a breast.

A breast covered in a flesh colored t-shirt bra.

A breast attached to a sleeping Bella, who despite her makeup being smeared, was still rather beautiful. He thought he probably should move his hand before Bella woke up. Five minutes later, when Bella started to stir, he was still thinking that same thought.

"Sshhh, stop blinking so loud!" Bella complained.

"Shhhh, yourself. Fuck my head is killing me." Edward sat up, hoping the change in position would make him feel better. Making sure Bella remained covered, he turned to her and asked her the question that needed to be asked.

"What the hell happened last night?"

"I have no idea. No bloody idea at all."

He noticed Bella taking stock of her surroundings, much like he did earlier.

Bella lifted up the bedspread to look at her own body.

"I'm not wearing any panties! Oh fuck, Edward! Did we er, fuck?

Edward tried very hard to remember.

He thought he would remember tapping something as fine looking as he imagined a semi-naked Bella to be. But for the life of him he could only remember a few snippets from the night before.

"I remember bits and pieces, like having a very nice dinner in your room," he recalled.

Bella nodded, advancing the evening a step forward for them with a memory of her own.

"I remember not having enough choices of dessert, then going downstairs." She looked around, looking for clothes obviously, which Edward passed to her and then covered his eyes with his hands.

He continued to talk while his mind wandered to what she looked like as she was getting dressed.

"So we went for dessert and then there were drinks. I think there were lots of drinks. There was a man chatting you up, then, um, yep that's where it fades to grey."

"Yeah, that creepy guy. Pony tail. Blonde. Weirdo. Nope, don't remember anything after that."

"Bella, do you think maybe your drink was spiked? Didn't we share some weird massive cocktail? I remember chocolate and marshmallows on top."

"Oh yeah, a S'mores Cocktail. I think it was delicious. You're right though, our evening kind of ends there in my memory too." Her voice was temporarily smothered by her shirt being put back on. He could hear the zip of her skirt shortly afterwards.

"Ok Ed, I'm decent. You can get dressed really quietly now." She paused before gently lowering herself onto the couch on the other side of the room. "I guess a spiked drink is a possibility. What guy would think that another guy would even attempt to drink such a girlie cocktail?"

"True…did you just manage to insult my manliness as well agree with me in that conversation?" He managed a smirk amidst his obvious confusion.

He thought it out. Spiked drink. Missing hours. Drunk, semi naked in her room. Wing men and women, missing. He stumbled through getting dressed and searched for his mobile. Maybe some texts had some answers.

"Check your mobile Bella. Maybe the crew tried to text us, maybe we texted back. Maybe they have a reasonable answer."

As if the Gods were conspiring, his mobile rang, shattering the remaining synapses in his brain.

It was Emmet. And he was none too happy.

"Where the fuck are you? We've been looking for you two since 11:00 last night. We came to the girls' room, nothing. Checked our room, nothing. We've been going through strip joints and casinos for hours. Did you not get one of our texts man?"

"Emmet, neither of us has any idea at all where we've been. From what we can figure, we wound up at a bar drinking, Bella's drink got spiked and somehow the pair of us just made our way back to her room and we passed out. How did you manage not to notice us? We're in the lounge room."

"No, idiot. I'm in the girls' lounge room. Go look at your room number; you two must have booked another room." Edward did what Emmet told him. Closing the door he realized Emmet was right, they were in another room. Bella chose that moment to re-enter the room from the bedroom and discovered the room conundrum.

"Some prick has taken all my clothes - the bags and everything! Edward, this is messed up. Do you think they drugged us just to rob us?" She walked around the room looking for her missing luggage.

"Nope…different room. Apparently in our drunken stupor we managed to check in to our own room."

"Bloody hell." Bella sat on the floor, putting her head in her hands.

"Um, Emmet, we're in room 901. Can the girls bring up some clothes for Bella, her toothbrush and whatever, you know, girl things she might need?"

"Edward, this is fucked up."

BPOV

Bella jumped in the shower once the girls arrived with her gear. As she enjoyed the heat pouring over her body, she thought about whether or not she had actually slept with Cullen. She felt slightly sore, but nothing like she imagined she would be if she fucked him. And she had looked... the man was packing heat. Heat she imagined that, if he had in fact defiled her, would be felt for days afterwards.

She felt like she had bruising happening at the top of her pubic region. But she was accident prone, and a good shove into a table might have had the same effect. Maybe she could go to a gynecologist and get herself checked out. She didn't even have a gynecologist. Virgins didn't need them, did they? She'd ask Alice who hers was. Hopefully she could get an appointment quickly.

She walked out to the lounge where Edward was obviously being grilled by both sets of friends.

Rose was pacing; Emmet, a mirror image. They looked like they were playing good cop-bad cop, except they hadn't discussed which one was going to be which and both were going into bad cop mode.

"How can you both be so irresponsible?" Emmet was towering over Edward, hands on hips.

"Yes Edward, absolutely irresponsible! I can't believe that the pair of you managed to lose us for a night. We split up to search for you! Emmet and I went through all the casinos; poor Jasper and Alice went through several unsavory nightclubs." Rose stopped her pacing, but made good use of her arms flapping to get the point across. She was pissed.

"Your stalker chick got out on bail. What if she put two and two together and worked out who you are? There goes your privacy."

"And you didn't even think of the consequences to the radio station or to her career. What if Aro saw you? He's a friggin creep, Edward! You know he would hang her out to dry given the chance."

Bella cleared her throat, effectively ending Rose and Emmet's interrogation.

"Aren't you going to yell at me too, Mom and Dad? I was naughty too…" Bella asked. Edward grinned at her, knowing that their lack of memories of the night before meant the tirade he was hearing was virtually useless.

They could've been saints or sinners, they would probably never know. Well…at least not until footage appeared on YouTube.

"We truly don't know what happened last night. So until someone proves otherwise, we're going to plead complete and utter ignorance, because that's the truth. Our drinks were spiked. We had a night of Rohypnol induced nothing. We're safe. We made it back in one piece. We even had enough balls to run away from you guys and have time together. Or maybe we were kidnapped and they were going to kill us until they ran screaming because of Edward's morning breath. Either way, for the moment, we are fine."

Their friends looked resigned to agree that no harm no foul was possibly the way to play the evening. Bella noticed that Alice and Jasper had both been very quiet, standing on separate sides of the room.

And suddenly it dawned on Bella.

"Bloody Hell – you two slept together!"

~~OtA~~

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