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Edward's Point of View
"This place is fucking awesome!" Emmett surveyed the scene before us while we waited at the bar for another round of drinks.
I had to agree with him, we couldn't have picked a better place to start off Jasper's bachelor party; the place was pumping.
"Tequila" Garrett announced brandishing the shot glass in front of my face.
I accepted it gratefully, not bothering with the business of salt and let the warm amber liquid slide down my throat. I chased it up with the whiskey that Emmett offered and proceeded to follow Garrett towards an empty table with bar stools he had spotted in the crowd.
"I set up a tab" Emmett announced pulling up a stool and handing us all a little tag. "Just show the waitresses this and they'll bring us the booze. So don't lose it" he warned.
"I think we can handle that" Demetri happily pocketed his tag.
After another two rounds of tequila shots the celebration was in full swing, for all of us at least, except Jasper. Emmett, Demetri and Garrett had hit up the dance floor while I stayed with Jazz trying to coax him out of the depressing mood he was in.
"What the fuck am I doing Eddie?" he slurred staring at the liquid he was swirling around in his glass. "How did I end up here? Dreading getting married, feeling like every day I die a little more inside."
Even in my buzzed state I could process the enormity of what he had just admitted to me. Never once had he mentioned anything like this.
"It's too late though" he continued needing no prompting, "I've made my bed."
"It's not" I assured him, "Until you say I do it's never too late."
Jasper silently studied the wooden grain of the table top while I beckoned the nearest waitress to bring another round of drinks.
I had a feeling we would need them.