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

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Prompt: Alcoholic Beverages

I'm actually going to partake in some right now. Cheers!
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flimzyflopd4nce4m01 on June 22nd, 2008 11:54 am (UTC)
Shot for Shot; Jacob/Bella; PG-13?
Werewolf and Vampire sit across from each other, the bottle of whiskey and four rows of shot glasses between them.
Noses wrinkle as their scents drift to each other across the table.
Natural enemies.
The werewolf pours the whiskey into the twenty four glasses and sits back.
They eye each other, judging the other's stamina.
This was their third round, and the werewolf hadn't spilled a drop.
"Give in." He growled.
"Never."
The vampire picks the first shot, downing it in a flash of inhuman speed.
Werewolf follows suit.
Grab. Shoot. Slam.
Shot for shot.
They battle on.
"Why does it take you so long to get drunk?" The werewolf asks, voice steady.
"Why? You ready to give in?"
"You wish," a canine grin.
Shot for shot for shot.
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Round six the vampire stands.
"I surrender. I can't smell you anymore."
"I couldn't smell you two rounds ago," The werewolf chuckles and lays his head down on the table.
"You big oaf, you're going to get alcohol poisoning!"
The werewolf laughs at the joke.
They only have an hour before the numbness wears off, and will once more have to maintain a tables length distance.
They don't waste it.
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Bella rolls out of the bed the moment wolf stench permeates her heightened senses.
Jacob grabs hold of her before mumbling sleepily, "no, a few more minutes..."
"Can't, you stink." She says, smirking and then heading toward the bathroom.
She doesn't take a breath until she's showered the wolf's smell off her body.
Sobriety stunk.
She opens the curtain to find the werewolf standing there holding his nose and looking impatient.
"God, you smell like dead roadkill," He scowls, jumping into the shower.
"I'll see you on Friday," She says as she gets dressed ignoring the comment.
"You're buying next time." Jake pokes his head around the curtain, grinning.
She’s already half way out the door. "Love you!"
"Love you too, just wish you didn't smell so bad..." he mumbles before resuming his shower.
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Bella showers once more at home before she meets the Cullens for 'breakfast'.
The scent of him washed away, but his heat and his touch would never.
Rosalie asks about the crates of whiskey she pulls off the back of her truck and stocks in the basement.

She just smiles.