This is only my second ff, so tell me if this is good or worth scrapping. Reviews are much appreciated :)

BPOV

"Ugh, my skank-dar just went off." Rose complained, looking at a particular bleach-blond piece of work who looked to be on her third (or fourth?) boob-job.

"Are you kidding? Mine's been gong off all night." I replied. And it was the truth. Friday night at Jasper's was unofficially known as the whore watering-hole of Forks, Washington. Girls from as far as Seattle came down to get a taste of one thing and one thing only. Edward Cullen. Don't get me wrong, Cullen was gorgeous, but I'd seen him interact with enough girls to know he was a total dick.

"Bella, no day-dreaming, thirsty customers. Go." Jasper snapped at me. I mumbled something less than appropriate under my breath and continued mixing drinks behind the bar for the countless girls hoping to get in the same damn pair of pants: Edward Cullen's pants. I prayed for the moment he would take the stage and distract the masses from drowning their sorrows via my perfectly mixed appletinis.

"Oh thank God." Rose breathed as the house lights dimmed, signaling the start of his concert. The whole place shook with screaming that practically made my ears bleed. Spot lights highlighted the piano in the corner as the rest of the band did sound checks. Those spotlights were like the bat-signal of douche-baggery.

Rose and I, the only bartenders on shift tonight, hurriedly served the last of the drinks being ordered before he would enter stage left. When he finally came on stage, we breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the back counter.

"At least his ass is nice." Rose winked at me. "Trust me Bella, guys like that are the ones where you follow one simple rule: look but don't touch." I laughed and gave her a playful push.

"Seriously. I wouldn't want to know what kind of venereal diseases lurk in his nether-regions." We both laugh, much to the disgust of the other girls surrounding the bar.

"Ha, looks as if we're the only ones not under monsieur Cullen's spell." She spits. It's not that we're bitter or pinning or anything like that. Rose and I know that guys worth dating do not fall in the same category as Edward Cullen.

"Hey. If you didn't know already, I'm Edward Cullen and this is my band. We're going to be rocking your world tonight, so you might as well get used to it." I snorted at his confidence. He struck the piano in a sudden blow of notes and sound, the drummer filing in behind him, followed by the massive guitar player.

"Who's that playing the guitar? He must be new." Rose states, obviously intrigued.

"Here." I toss the concert schedule for the next week at her, which listed all the bands and their members.

"Emmett Sawyer. Mm-mm I like me some Emmett." She giggled. Rose could get any man she wanted. I was extremely jealous of her perfect sandy blond hair and piercing blue eyes. And god she had legs that went on forever. Yeah, so what if I have a girl-crush on my best friend?

Hey baby hey, you've got what I need
You've got what I want
We should get together
Hey hey hey

"You know, they could be really good if they didn't write such crap." I remarked, listening to the generic lyrics pouring out from Cullen's mouth.

"Hi!" Peeped a shrill voice from the other side of the counter.

"Um hey. What can I get you?" I asked the vibrant, pixie-like girl. She had ridiculously dark short hair which was spiked in all manner of directions, making her look even more surreal.

"Just a Heineken, Please." She smiled politely. I half wondered if she was here to get with Edward as well. I pop off the top of her beer and slide it over to her on the counter. "Thanks. Isn't he great?" She nods her head in Cullen's direction.

"Oh yeah! I can hardly keep from dancing while working." I lie. I could hear Rose snickering from behind me. I mentally rolled my eyes and tried to kick her from behind. Failed attempt. The pixie girl sat at the bar the whole time, just sitting and listening to Cullen. I was honestly surprised she didn't engage in the grinding trains closer to the stage.

As the band ended their last song of the night, I eyed Rose, who was still staring at muscly Emmett.

"Time to get back to work." I sighed. After the realization that he wasn't going to sleep with them, girls would be lining up at our bar to flush away the sadness. The orders started flowing in almost immediately. I was pouring and mixing at full speed when I noticed him approach the bar. "Shit." I muttered. This was going to be a zoo.

"I'll have what she's having." Cullen called to me, pointing at the pixie girl. Suspicions confirmed. I did wonder how the hell we was going to fit in those skin-tight leather pants she was wearing. I passed him his beer and continued serving the masses of chicks who only there because he was within 50 feet of them, and they tried their best just to touch him.

The night rolled on, more acts played, more drinks were served, and more tips for me. We were about 15 minutes from closing up before I got a break long enough to take a pee. When I came back, Cullen and pixie were still there. Just talking and drinking. I had never seen him stay with a girl at the bar longer than 10 minutes before asking her if she wanted to go back to his place. He didn't even seem to want to touch (or more typically grope) her in any way.

"Let's go home, yeah?" He asked pixie, wrapping his arm around her slender waist.

"Okay. But I'm driving. You scare the shit out me when you drive. Dad totally has rubbed off on you." Dad? Fuck the what?

"I'm not going to take driving advice from the one sister who teeters along at 40 on the highway." Oh shit. Well I'll be damned. Cullen had a little sister.

"Have a nice night!" I called to them as they exited the bar, waiting for them to leave so I could explode with laughter. And then he looked back at me and gave me the most incredible smile. Fuck Cullen, why did you do that? I'm your bartender, not your groupie.

EPOV

It was pretty damn cold out, and I was pissed that I had left my leather jacket at home. Luckily, it was a short walk from the bar to my baby: my beautiful silver baby. My Volvo. I could not love a human child as much as I loved that car.

"Oh. My. God. Edward!" Alice squealed as we climbed in the relative warmth of the interior. "You weren't kidding when you said she was pretty." Maybe it was a mistake to tell Alice about her. But maybe not, Alice had always been better at approaching awkward situations.

"Okay okay, you saw her. Calm down Ali. I just need to know how to go about talking to her." She bit her lip to hide her smile, rather unsuccessfully.

"Say it!" She sang in my ear. I ignored her and started up the car, blasting the heat to keep from freezing my balls off.

I pulled out of my parking spot, only to see her climb into a rusty red truck that looked like it could have been new when grandpa Cullen was born. Thank god for the wait to exit the parking lot. It gave me to time to stare out my rear-view mirror at her. Long, wavy brown hair that fell to the middle of her back. Delicious hips hugged by tight jeans. That ass starred in many of my dreams. And man, that girl could rock a pair of black Chucks.

"Edward. Say it." Alice repeated in my ear. I sighed and tried to suppress the vivid fantasies that were popping into my head, quite a few involving the removal of those jeans.

"Fine. Alice, I need your help." She let out another squeal of excitement. If anything made Alice happy, it was helping other people; whether they wanted it or not.

"You won't regret this Edward. Bella will be yours. I promise." She smiled smugly to herself. Her decision was final. It would happen. But I was a nervous wreck inside. There was no way this would happen smoothly. I turned up the radio to drown out the skepticism that was building up in my mind.

Edward Cullen gets what he wants. And he wants Bella Swan.