"Marry You"

     Embry shuffled into the club. He didn't want to be here. But Quil had literally dragged him out of his house and drove hours to Vegas to cheer him up. Still, he didn't want to be here. He could care less about all the bright lights.  Embry would much rather be at home. Where he can dress however he wants (baggy sweats and nothing else) and do whatever he wants (watch horror movies to remind him that at least he had a life,  unlike the guy that just got his head cut off).

     Quil pulls him over to the bar and orders drinks for them both.  As they finally get the foamy beverages,  he looks over to Embry's slumped form. "Come on, bro. Cheer up! Have some fun."

     Pfft!  Embry holds back a snort as his friend turns away and takes a sip.  What does he know? He chugs his mug and slams it down,  signalling for a refill. He has an imprint.  Just like Jake and Sam and Paul and Jared. Heck even Leah has that new guy. Over half the packs had imprinted.  And who fid he have? Noone. He was stuck sitting at a bar. Imprintless. He drained another mug.

     Bored and foggy-brained, Embry glanced over his surroundings.  The place was stuffy with heat coming from all the bodies packed in.  Practically every girl was dressed in the least modest outfits imaginable.  The overly flirtatious giggles clouded the air as the male population tried to pick up the females in their skimpy clothing and beer-buzz thinking.

     A (h/c) wave of hair suddenly catches Embry's attention.  This girl was off to the side.  She was obviously trying to look nonchalant but the way she bobbed ever so slightly to the music showed how she actually wanted to dance.  Her outfit revealed her personality, unlike the ones he noticed earlier.

     Even in his hazy state of mind,  Embry could see the look in her eyes. She wanted to do something fun.  And Embry had just made that his mission.

It’s a beautiful night,

We’re looking for something dumb to do.

Hey baby,

I think I wanna marry you.

Is it the look in your eyes,

Or is it this dancing juice?

Who cares baby,

I think I wanna marry you.

     A couple hours and a few shared drinks later,  Embry found himself on the dance floor.  He had managed to get the girl away from the wall and had been dancing for a while.  Both were now overly tipsy and the crazy talk had begun.

     " Let's do something silly.  Somedin' really dumb! " (Y/n) giggles hearing her slurred words.

     Once again Embry found himself being dragged away. This time though it was willingly.

     On their way out the door,  Embry and the girl literally smashed into Quil. He too had a little buzz, but was sober enough to get out "'Ey man! Where you goin'?!" Seeing the female on Embry's arm he scoffs,  more rude than he normally would be.  "You ditchin' meh for de girl? *snort* Please! it's not like she's your imprint or nothin'" he sneers. So maybe it was more than just a little buzz.

     Embry gives him a shove, "You don't know nothin' man!"

     Quil's shock sobers him ever so slightly.  "She is?! No way, man. Congrats!" He pounds him on the shoulder.

     Embry gives a sloppy grin in return.  "See ya, later."

     "See ya!" was yelled after them.