Part 23

its valentines day and all the Cullens (with the exception of Edward and Bella) are stuck at home. everyone is quite bored. lucky i brought the Osmosis and Diffusion notes to read.

"Drat, im so bored!" moans Alice, slumping on Jasper's arm. Jasper pats her head sympathetically. Rosalie picks at her perfectly manicured nails. Emmett stares unseeingly at the ceiling. suddenly his head snaps up. "yo guys, wanna hit a bar?" Jasper looks at Emmett like he's just sprouted horns. "on V day?! come on man, bars on valentine's is like a slaughterhouse for singles!" he protests. Alice and Rosalie, however, look interested. "hey its better than staying here! lets go!!!" with that Alice snatches up her purse and hustles us into the Jeep.

we hit a rather shady bar along a secluded bit of town. Al's Beers. the walls are kinda dingy but at least the disco lights are pretty and colourful. seeing all the 20-plus-years-old people inside, i feel a bit out of place. the Cullens hustle me into the bar where i quickly sit down on the sagging plush seats. they order drinks but being underage, i refuse. i decide to make origami booties out of the napkin.

the Cullens return with martinis and beers. and orange juice for me (i don't like the weird colour it is). i stare intently at the dance floor, with its twirling lights and blasting music. a rather tipsy man totters off the dance floor. he advances towards our table.

he stands (wobbling a little) beside Rosalie. "hey beautiful, where've you been all my life?" Rosalie is shocked but regains her composure quickly. "hiding from you. come one guys we're outta here." as Rosalie begins to get up, the man reaches out to grab her arm. Emmett, determined to keep up his truce with Rosalie, knocks his hand away. "yo dude, hands off." the man growls and flings himself at Emmett. they rain punches on each other (Emmett presumably not using his super-strength).

the other Cullens yell in outrage and join Emmett's defense. before long, the whole bar is engaged in a fight. furniture and glasses are hurled around. i cower beneath an over-turned table. just as i hear the bar manager calling for poliuce assistance, a pair of strong hands pick me up. Jasper!!! "c'mon, we're outta here!" he yells above the noise.

once out of the bar, we regroup with the others in the Jeep and speed off just as the cops arrive. "oh MAN! that was the best Valantine's Day EVER!" Emmett whoops.