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06 June 2008 @ 04:03 pm
#010: Alcoholic Beverages  
*dances* I'm sort of on time.

Tenth prompt. First, a reminder of the rules:
1. If you post your prompt response elsewhere, link back to here.
2. If you only write a drabble, post it in a comment. Longer works should be linked in the comments.
3. As the subject of your comment, us: "Title: Character/Pairing (Rating)"

Prompt: Alcoholic Beverages

I'm actually going to partake in some right now. Cheers!
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bluesuzannebluesuzanne on June 21st, 2008 03:26 am (UTC)
Watercolor, Jacob/Bella, G
They were sitting in the garage, taking turns swigging from a bottle of vodka and Bella was wondering how in God's name she hadn't thought of this before.

It had been easy to get the bottle. In an ironic reversal of their trip to the movies with Mike Newton, Bella had supplied the cash and Jake had done the purchasing - he didn't exactly look like a child anymore.

Now she was slightly drunk for the first time in her life and she closed her eyes, breathed heavily, wholly.

The relief was unimaginable.

The pictures behind her eyes were fuzzy now, blurred. No more sharp edges to carve at the hole in her chest.

Edward.

She could think his name like a watercolor, see his face like an abstract poem.

She could love him without bleeding.

Jacob was shaking her. "Bells, honey, wake up."

Her eyes fluttered blearily open.

"Geez, you only had, like, three shots." He grinned. "Lightweight."

She blinked, frowned. "Give me a break, I'm a girl."

Jacob nodded solemnly. "Yes you are. A very small girl. And you really need to sober up before Charlie sees you. I'll get you some water, wait here."

She closed her eyes again, reached out and grabbed at his arm, clinging. "No, just sit with me a bit longer."

She pulled him back down beside her.

He chuckled, leaned back against the cold stone wall of the garage, put his arm around her. "Alright, just a few more minutes of oblivion for you."

He knew what this was about. Bella thought it was funny that he knew what this was about and he didn't mind.

She rested her head against his chest, feeling the unnatural heat of him spread over her ear, her cheek, her neck, mirroring the liquid warmth of the alcohol in her stomach and head.

"I love you Jake," she murmured. "So much."

She felt the muscles of his shoulder tense and shift.

Then she felt him sigh.

"I love you too."
Bloody Jack Flint: Twilight: Holy Crow!rhye on June 22nd, 2008 04:44 am (UTC)
Re: Watercolor, Jacob/Bella, G
Oooh, this is lovely and befuddled. I mean, in a good, drunken way :)