A/N: Yet again, another random idea I had. My mind is on overdrive right now...

Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight.

EPOV

I trudged behind Emmett and Jasper, my hands deep in my pockets, head hung low. They dragged me out of my apartment, with much swearing and fighting on my part. Emmett threw me in the backseat of his Jeep and sped off, not telling me where he was taking me.

"Em, would you please tell me where we're going? It's effing freezing out here!" I grumbled, popping the collar up on my coat. His booming laugh echoed, a puff of air billowing behind him.

"You'll find out soon enough. Dude, Mom was totally right when she said you needed a break." Of course, Mom would call Emmett and tell him to bug the shit out of me. I heard a muted thud noise as we turned the corner. A large neon sign glowed in the distance.

"The Volterra Club? Seriously?" I glowered some more as we joined the ever growing line outside the building.

"Jesus, Edward. Loosen up a bit! You've holed yourself up in your apartment for the past two weeks, so you shouldn't complain about where we're going. And besides, there's hot chicks here! Hot chicks!" Emmett pumped his fist in the air, earning some cheers from the other guys in line. The bouncer gestured for us to go in and I was assaulted by loud, annoying music. My mood continued to darken. Emmett tugged on my arm, leading me to the bar.

"Drinks are on me, boys." Emmett announced, signaling a bartender. Jasper slid onto the barstool next to me, leaning against the bar. I had known him my entire life and knew that he enjoyed going to a club as much as someone going to the dentist. But he was a loyal and true friend and easily persuaded.

"Are you going to drink, Edward?" Jasper asked, leaning towards me. I shook my head, knowing full well that I didn't do so well with alcohol in my system. Jasper didn't say another word as Emmett slung his arm around my shoulders. He handed me a glass filled with a dark liquid. I sniffed it apprehensively, took a tiny sip.

"Have some faith in me, bro. It's just Coke." Pleased that he didn't trick me, I took a large gulp and appreciated the slight buzz from the sugar and caffeine. He gave Jasper a mug of beer and chugged from his own glass. A few more Cokes later and I knew that I wasn't getting buzzed from the sugar.

"Damnit, Emmett! You're getting me fucking drunk, aren't you? You are such a huge asshole!" I yelled, my words slurring together as I poked his chest. I stumbled slightly and regained my balance. He simply grinned and tapped his glass against mine.

"You're funny when you're drunk. Do you talk to your clients with that mouth?"

"I'm going to kill you." I snarled and set my glass on the bar. Jasper, who was drunkenly spinning around on his barstool, slid off of it and grabbed my arm.

"Don't do anything you'll regret in the morning. I'll miss the big bastard. Relax, Edward. I don't think your job is helping you at all." I had been working extra hours down at the office, taking some extreme cases. But that's what you need to do when you have the reputation of the city's best defense lawyer. I was also on the hunt for a partner, someone who could take some of the smaller, less difficult cases for me. So far, the search had been futile. No one was qualified enough for my liking. Jasper and Emmett said I was being picky and it was somewhat true. I wanted someone who wouldn't tarnish my image. And at the moment, I was doing an absolutely perfect job of doing that on my own. Smacking my idiot brother, hard, on the cheek, I sat back down at the bar and glanced around. What I saw made my jaw drop.

"Who the fuck is she?" I drunkenly asked, pointing her out to Jasper. His eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets and he gawked openly.

"I don't know, but I want to get to know her, and her hot friends." He said breathlessly. Emmett came behind us, to see what we were looking at.

"Well, butter my ass and call me Millie, who on God's great green Earth are they?" He all but yelled. Across the bar, three beautiful women grinded against each other, in time to the music. There was a stunning blonde with mile long legs, a tiny pixie with spiky black hair. And sandwiched between them was the girl of my dreams. Tall, brunette and what appeared to be completely plastered. She laughed, throwing her head back and exposing her neck. I wanted to know at that exact second what that skin tasted like. Surprised, I quickly shook my head and almost tumbled backwards off the stool. Dream Girl looked at my direction and it was electric. She let out a gasp and stopped moving; I stopped breathing, my bodily functions shutting down immediately.

"I'm getting a closer look," Emmett announced and quickly maneuvered through the crowd. He stood behind the blonde, who stared up at him. He must've said something funny because she began to laugh. She tapped Dream Girl on the shoulder and pointed in my general direction. Dream Girl smiled and I felt my heart stop.

"Bring your friend, bring your friend," Jasper chanted under his breath. He pumped his fist in the air when Dream Girl grabbed Pixie Girl and made their way towards us.

"Hey there. I'm Bella and this here is Alice. Want to dance?"

BPOV

"Alright, we're here! Let Ladies' Night begin!" Alice said, bouncing in line outside The Volterra Club. I regretted being the one who came up with the idea of having a Ladies' Night once a week. I had done it to spend more time with my best friends, Rosalie and Alice, but they had taken it to the extreme. Makeovers the entire day and then clubbing at night. I just wanted to watch movies and talk about stuff. The bouncer let us in, finally. It was effing cold out! The typical dance club music pounded in my ears, the strobe lights from the dance floor messing with my eyes. Alice lead us to a part of the bar not yet occupied by the other patrons. Rosalie signaled a bartender and moments later had a bottle of some sort of alcohol and three glasses, already full.

"Drink up, bitches!" Rosalie announced, quickly downing her drink. Alice followed suit, giggling madly. I took a hesitant sip, grimacing as it burned by throat.

"Stop being a pussy and chug it!" Alice growled and forced my mouth open, pouring the entire drink in my mouth. I sputtered and choked, eyes watering fiercely as I managed to swallow it all. The room spun sickeningly and I braced myself against the bar.

"Fill 'er up." I said gruffly. Rosalie grinned and grabbed the bottle. Once that bottle was empty, the bartender replaced it without a single word. I was gone at this point and didn't care. I was with my two best friends and hot damn, the DJ knew the perfect songs to play.

"Hey me mateys, look over at starboard side. I'd love to get some of that booty," Rosalie said, her alter-ego coming out. I had discovered this…other side of Rose a few weeks ago at a different club. Apparently in some previous life, she was a pirate. No lie. Alice hopped up on a bar stool, nearly toppling over into the bar.

"Holy shit on a shingle, I'd tap that all night long." I threw my head back, laughing. Alice was hilarious when drunk. I spun around and stiffened immediately. God's gift to women sat only twenty feet away. The three of them were perfect, simply amazing. Rosalie's attention focused solely on the one who was built like a brick building. I figured that his bicep was the same size as Rosalie. Alice sloppily wiped up a bit of drool that dribbled down her chin as she looked unabashedly at the tall blonde sitting next to my dream guy. I watched him almost fall off his chair as our eyes made contact. My skin tingled as he stared openly.

"Is it hot in here or is it just you three ladies?" I broke away, cheeks bright red. I looked up to see who had said such a typical pick-up line and felt my jaw drop. The huge, hot muscular guy stood next to Alice and I. Rosalie seemed to be frozen in shock.

"Okay, I'll try again. Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for. Do you know how hot you all look, dancing against each other. Damn!" Rosalie shook herself out of her stance and began to laugh.

"Thanks for pointing out the blatantly obvious, Mr. Muscular. Girls, why don't you go and entertain Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumb over there. Give me some space to work my magic," She hissed, pointing over where Dream Guy sat. I grabbed Alice and began to weave through the growing crowd. As we left, I heard Rosalie "work her magic."

"You are a jackass."

"Whore."

"Faggot."

"Ouch. Skanky bitch."

"Asshole."

"You wanna dance?"

"Fuck yea I do!"

The blonde god was doing some sort of a victory twitch as we walked towards them. Gathering up all my courage, I took a deep breath and stood in front of Dream Guy.

"Hey there. I'm Bella, this here is Alice. Want to dance?" They were silent for a moment before Blonde God snatched Alice from me, all but running to the dance floor. Which left me and Dream Guy alone.

"You want to dance?" He shook his head slowly.

"No."

"That's good. I can't dance to save my life anyway."

"Do you just want to head back to my place?"

"Sounds fantastic to me." A crooked grin flashed on his face and he laced his fingers through mine.

"Great. Let's get the hell out of here." We drunkenly stumbled out of the club and towards the parking lot.

"Oh shit," Dream Guy slurred, leaning heavily against me. I sagged under his weight, tripping over my feet.

"Huh?"

"My brother has the keys to the Jeep. We have to take a cab." I didn't say anything, just started waving my hands wildly in the air. Dream Guy joined me and soon enough, a taxi pulled up in front of us. Dream Guy gave his address to the driver and we were off. Dream Guy picked me up and put me on his lap, our noses touching. I could smell the booze on his breath, mixed along with his own amazing scent. I knew right then and there, he was going to be trouble.

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