Twilight isn't mine, but the idea is. I was inspired to write this after a marathon of Fast and Furious. All the songs on the soundtrack helped me create this, so you should check them if you don't know them.
Many thanks to my dear friends m0t0b33 and TeamAllTwilight for the pre-reader and beta work.
La Rouge Fleur was a very select club placed in the downtown area.
Edward and Bella walked inside hand in hand, admiring the vintage look. The walls were dark with a grey design of curbed vines going round the room. Small round tables made of dark red wood were dotted around the large room, some had booths—the corner ones—and the others had bean bags. The bar was against the back wall made of red and black wood. An array of bottles displayed behind the counter and many glasses hanging from above it.
"Cool, uh?" Jasper asked excitedly, looking around.
"It is," Edward agreed.
"Tonight only friends are coming over, that's why he allowed you to come. He's very strict with this age thing, so I'm not sure if you'll be able to come back once it opens to public."
"Don't worry, Jazz."
"Let me introduce you." Jasper walked ahead, chatting away.
"I'm really starting to regret wearing these," Bella mumbled, dragging her feet across the floor. "But I really like this place. It was a good idea to come."
"Makes you wish you were twenty-one already?" Edward mused, looking around. "I bet it's super expensive, but a few times a month it would be nice to come here."
"I'm sure you can afford it. I still can't believe the police actually gave you the money you won after the race!"
"What? It was honest money. I got shot."
Bella pursed her lips, slapping his shoulder. "Don't remind me." She shivered, hugging him tightly, before sagging into his side.
He brought her closer, kissing her forehead. "One thing I like about your heels. I can kiss you without getting a backache."
"Stop being mean."
"I'm not mean. I'm teasing."
"My feet are aching. I don't care of the advantages of the heels right now. All I want is to take them off."
"Public indecency?" Jasper asked amused, overhearing the end of their discussion.
"Unless you're into bare feet, then there's nothing indecent about me wanting my boots off," Bella grumbled, shifting on her feet.
"Ah, Alice's doing." Jasper nodded. "Come on. We'll sit in this booth." He waved them to corner. "It's near the stage and Neil said he had a surprise."
"Oh, a live band?" Bella immediately forgot about her throbbing feet.
"Yes, though I have no idea which one. What would you like to drink?"
"Surprise us. And weren't you going to introduce us to this guy?" Edward raised an eyebrow.
"Neil's in the office with Maria and Tanya. They're his waitresses, and he's giving them last minute instructions." Jasper grinned.
"And Alice?" Bella wondered, falling in the booth and moaning loudly.
"She's in the storage room. I'm going to rescue her first."
Edward took a seat next to Bella, spreading his long legs under the table and draping his arm over her shoulder. "How's the date so far?" He nuzzled against her ear.
"It's perfect. Why didn't we do this before?"
"Because I was an idiot."
"No, you're not and you never were one. Thank you for tonight." She leaned over to kiss him.
Someone stopped by their table. Looking up, Bella and Edward saw a tall woman in her late twenties, her dark blonde hair caught in a ponytail and dressed into a short red dress.
"Hello! Welcome to La Rouge Fleur. I'm Tanya and I'll be your waitress tonight."
Looking around, Edward was surprised to see more people had arrived. He always lost track of time around Bella.
"Well, what will you have?" Tanya insisted, tapping her pen to the notepad in her hand.
"A mojito," Bella told her in an even voice, hoping the woman wouldn't question them about their age.
"And a beer," Edward added, twirling a string of Bella's hair on his finger.
"Anything specific?" Tanya asked, looking at him.
He'd drunk only one type when his father offered ages ago—it was his first beer. And there was Jasper's beer, still the same. "Heineken."
"Good. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask." She turned around and clicked away on her ridiculously high heels, leaving a trail of strong perfume in her wake.
"So you drink beer and then you'll drive?" Bella questioned, frowning.
"It will be just this one beer, but if you want I can tell her to bring me soda."
"Nah. One beer."
"One." He grinned and leaned to kiss her deeply.
Later, after their drinks had arrived, Jasper and Alice joined them, both looking flushed. Jasper's shirt was buttoned wrongly and Alice's looked like she'd stuck her fingers in an outlet. It reminded Edward of that Marv dude in Home Alone 2 so he chuckled to himself at the thought.
For a first, Edward decided to ignore the state his friends were in, because he knew that Jasper would mock him right back with the first occasion. Besides, he'd do the same if Bella allowed him. He kept imaging her legs wrapper around his neck while she was wearing her red boots. The mere thought of that fantasy made him twitch in his pants.
Edward was halfway through his beer when Neil dropped by their table. He looked to be around thirty, and despite his harsh looks, he turned out to be a great guy. He was tall, bald, with a piercing in his eyebrow and many tattoos covering his arms. Before he left their group, he told Jasper to bring his friends more often, and as long as they had their fake IDs they'd be okay.
"Whoa. He really trusts you," Jasper said astonished once they were alone.
"We give out good vibes. And it helps that we're not starting a fight either," Edward added, looking toward the other side of room when the security and Neil were breaking a row, pushing some from that group out the doors.
"Ed, man, you never gave good vibes." Jasper laughed, shaking his head at his friend.
Edward shrugged, taking a slug of his bottle, relaxing back in the booth. "I want a tattoo," he mused aloud.
"You'll have to wait until I open my parlor. I'll be very upset if you go to someone else!" Alice hissed. She was slightly tipsy after her second Bloody Mary.
"Ally, no offence, but I won't trust you with a needle. Not until I see you can work it."
"What would you want to get?" Bella asked, hoping to break their argument. Alice could be quite the hothead and knowing Edward, he wouldn't back down either.
She smiled, thinking of how Edward knew they'd become friends. Despite Alice's love for smoking, drinking and being too lazy for her own good, she was a great person. She kept trying to corrupt Bella to start smoking but every time Edward overheard them, he flipped.
"My girls, obviously," Edward answered, grinning widely.
Jasper raised an eyebrow at him. "You mean girl, surely—singular."
"Nope. Plural. I've been thinking about this. One would be placed here on my arm," he patted his forearm, "so I can see her all the time. The other here, where she belongs." He touched his chest, the spot above his heart.
Bella smiled watery at him, snuggling closer. "Aren't you scared?"
"Bella, I've been through so much, really, some needles don't scare me. Think of the outcome."
"Who's the other chick? And why are you so cool about this?" Jasper questioned Bella, surprised.
"You're so freaking dense, dude!" She groaned, rolling her eyes. "I'm no longer jealous on Betty."
"Betty," Jasper mumbled in disbelief, his eyes cutting to his friend. "You've got to be kidding. You want to tat your car on your arm?"
"What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing." Jasper shook his head, standing. "Let's dance, Ally."
"Don't mind him. I think it's sweet," Bella whispered to Edward when she saw him frowning.
"Good, because I don't give a fuck about what he thinks. Want to dance too?"
She nodded, beaming ta him. Slowly, they made their way to the middle of the club and started moving to the song the band was playing. It was an unknown band, but they knew their covers very good. Edward made a mental note to ask Jasper or Neil, because he had to get their music if they had it on sale.
As the hours passed, Edward switched to soda, and Bella tried Vodka Cranberry which made her giggly and more uninhibited in her behavior. While dancing, she moved sinuously along Edward's body, touching him all over, grinding against him, simply driving crazy with lust.
"We're going home," he declared when she stumbled over his legs upon her return form the bathroom with Alice. His friend was in the same state, if not worse. Jasper didn't seem to care, even enjoying the way Alice was all over him.
"Aw, party pooper." Bella pouted, falling on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. "You look so pretty."
"Bella, baby, you're drunk." Edward let his forehead fall against hers. "Let's go home."
When she lifted her head grinning, he thought he got her to agree, but she was waving wildly to someone. "Look, there's Tanya."
Professional as ever, Tanya approached their table. "Another round?" Her smile was in place, but she was eyeing both girls warily.
"Yep. Another Vodka!" Bella cheered, catching Alice's eye and they dissolved in a fit of giggles.
Edward grabbed Tanya's wrist. "Water. Two bottles."
She nodded, relaxing before leaving.
"Oh, let them have fun," Jasper protested.
"I don't care if you accept this behavior from Alice, but I doubt Bella's been drunk before. I'd rather sleep tonight than spend the night in the bathroom, holding her hair."
"Lucky Ally keeps it short."
Edward kicked his friend under the table.
Tanya returned with the water, and before she could depart Edward asked for the bill. She waved him off. "Tonight's on the house. It's refreshing to see teenagers so smart." She pointed to the bottles of water. "I hope you enjoyed it here."
"It was fun!" Jasper said loudly, raising his beer. "Thank Neil again from us."
"Will do." She nodded, smiled at them again then disappeared in the crowd.
Once Bella had downed her water at Edward's insistence, he took her hand. "We're leaving. I'll drop by next week at some point at the garage," he told Jasper.
"Thanks, man. I really need help."
He'd managed to take some of the cars that were part of the races in Fredonia and was working on them. One of the cars was Ben's burnt Plymouth. The police didn't even blink when Jasper asked for it.
Out in the night's air, Bella sobered up a little while they walked to Betty.
"Feeling better?" Edward asked quietly, keeping an arm around her.
"I guess. I have no idea what got over me—drinking so much."
"It's okay, really. Being rebellious and all that shit." He winked, unlocking the passenger's door before helping her inside. "I've been through this stage, I guess you helped me grow up." He planted a loud and wet kiss on her forehead.
When he slid next to her inside the car, Bella took his hand. "Jimmy kept me so sheltered. I always loved going to Jake's. I had fun there."
"I guess I understand him. James, I mean. He brought you up, didn't he?" Edward bit his lip, not sure if it was wise to broach that subject. They still hadn't talked about her parents, and he wasn't pestering her about it.
"Yes, he's a saint." She sighed sadly, letting her head fall against the window.
Hating to have ruined her happy mood, Edward drove in silence.
The roads were deserted at one in the morning, but Edward had no urge to speed. A part of him found it odd, but then he remembered Bella was there and she hated speed. He still couldn't believe she got sick at high speed.
"Can you drive a little faster?" Her small voice pulled him from thoughts of her hating speed.
"Sorry. I think I didn't hear right."
"Faster, not ninety miles per hour, but a little faster. I need to pee."
Laughing heartily, Edward shifted the gear and advanced smoothly through the empty roads. "Thought you'd never say faster in this context."
She scowled at him. "Don't make me laugh."
"Don't strain Betty," he warned her, pressing his foot on the acceleration.
Bella squirmed, the engine's hum making things worse.
When he finally stopped in the driveway, he handed Bella the house keys saying he'd park Betty then join her, only to leave the door cracked for him. She rushed out of the car, the second it stopped.
Edward couldn't help but laugh some more. She was too funny.
Parking Betty next to his father's Merc, Edward jumped out, patted the hood in an almost loving way before walking to the front door, hands in his pockets.
Bella was on the stairs inside, rubbing her ankle when Edward stepped inside.
"Shit. Did you fall?" he asked worried, crouching next to her.
"Stupid heels," she managed to mumble.
"Come on." He picked her up and carried her to his room. "You still need to pee?"
"Yup." She nodded, taking her boots off when he sat on the toilet seat.
"There. Can you manage on your own?"
"Yeah. Thanks."
Winking, Edward grabbed her shoes and left the bathroom. He waited on the other side of the door, listening for any sounds in case she fell off the toilet. There would definitely be no fun that night. Bella had to sleep it off.
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