Title: The Last Laugh
Genre: Humor? I don't know.
Rating: M? Just for language
Pairing: Bella/Embry, but the story is mostly Quil and Bella
Words: 562, I went over AGAIN…
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

AN: This prompt was a picture of a dark, foggy graveyard. I kind of took it in a different direction, a goofier direction.
For those wanting more of this pairing/pack, I may end up working it into my Embry/Bella story that is coming up soon. We'll see.

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The Last Laugh

"Shh!" Bella's whispered warning was more of a quiet shout, and Quil's answering laughter was even louder.

The noises drifted out over the rather eerie-looking scene. A light blanketing of snow covered the barren ground of the old graveyard, and tombstones stood as silent sentries against the light fog.

"Man, this is fucked up," Quil complained, only to be shushed again by his best friend's imprint.

"A dare's a dare, Quil. You chose, so you have to pay up." Bella smirked imperiously from the safety of Embry's strong arms.

Jacob was trying to hold back his laughter, but the copious amounts of moonshine he'd consumed made it difficult to keep his giggles in check. He knew Paul was hidden in the trees with a camera, and he was surprised that Quil hadn't noticed yet.

Embry was sober, as usual. With his mother's alcoholic history, he wouldn't risk drinking, but he didn't begrudge his friends' indulgement. Bella rarely got drunk, but tonight she was slightly more than tipsy thanks to her less-than-friendly game with Quil.

They'd carefully skirted the patrol routes to avoid detection, knowing Sam would not approve of this little stunt. Hiding it from the pack mind later would be an attempt in futility, but the damage would already be done by then.

Quil and Jake had invited themselves over on Bella and Embry's 'date' night. The couple was used to their company by now, and Bella agreed to let them in when Jake showed up with a jug of moonshine. He was clearly in on Bella's plan.

Bella was biding her time, waiting to get back at Quil for embarrassing her at the last pack bonfire. She'd smiled sweetly at the time, but Jake and Embry both knew she would get her revenge. Quil was learning that now.

It started with a game of truth or dare that quickly went from tame to tawdry. After Bella had to call Old Quil pretending to be from a dating service, she took the opportunity to retaliate. "I dare you to run through the Fork's cemetery in nothing but your underwear."

Quil was shocked—first that Embry would let Bella request to see him nearly naked, and then that Bella herself would issue such a challenge. He tried to talk his way out of it.

Bella wanted nothing to do with his flimsy excuses and sweet-talking ways. "You take the dare or I tell the whole pack what a pussy you are, Quil Ateara. Now, if you don't have underwear on I happen to have something else that will work just fine to hide your precious modesty."

Out in the cold night air, Quil was rethinking his choices. He could take a joke—that's why he liked to prank the others so often. But this was pretty far out there, even for him. He was scared of ghosts.

Looking between his friends for help, he finally gave in and started stripping off his clothes. Less than a minute later, Quil's massive body—clad only in a fluffy pink tutu—was running slightly faster than human speed through the spooky graveyard.

Paul let out a quiet snicker, giving away his hiding spot, but all of them drew up short when another ghostly chuckle echoed back from the far side of the cemetery.

They took off running, with Embry carrying Bella, as Sam and Jared shared a high five and the last laugh.