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If furniture design is meant to invite you in, the atmosphere of Grind is its diametric opposite. From the humid air thick with perspiration and spilt beer to the abusive, repetitive pounding of the non-music and strobe lights, I'm affronted on every level.
Heads turn as the girls are noticed and Bella tightens her grip on my hand as we enter the dark, cramped space. I stare down anyone brazen enough to catch my eye, but most of the gawpers don't ever bother to stray from Bella's chest; and if they do, it's only to check out her ass.
Awesome.
-o-
"Buddy, you need a drink," Jasper offers. "What can I get you?"
"I'll just take a beer."
Jasper catches my vigilant eyes performing their security patrol, shakes his head and says, "You'll start with whiskey."
I shoot him a semi-disgusted look and snark back, "So what'd you ask for?"
"Oooh, I LOVE this song!" Alice squeals, picking up on a slight change in the electronic tone relentlessly jackhammering into my skull. "Come on, B! We've gotta DANCE!"
Suddenly, Bella is yanked from my grasp, her eyes widening in surprise and her fingers stretching vainly across the air between us.
"Edward!"
A/N: EDWAAAAARD!XXX ~BOH