Night Club Troubles
Summary: Stiles and Scott decide to go to a nightclub and everything goes downhill from there.
WARNING: Contains the spanking of two teenage boys by parental figures.
Disclaimer: I am not connected to the show or actors. This story is just for fun.
This story is the second story in my "Pack Means Family" series
1st story-School Trouble
2nd story-Night Club Trouble
WELCOME TO BEACON HILLS!
WELCOM TO BEACON HILLS!
WELCOME TO BEACON HILLS!
"Are you completely insane?" the question came from Scott, who was sitting on Stiles' bed.
"It will be awesome." Stiles insisted, as he flopped down on the bed beside the other teenager.
"You think going to a night club, fifty miles away, will be awesome?" Scott asked, even though he thought it would be fun also. But he was trying to be practical.
"Your Dad and my Mom would kill us." Scott said. "We could be arrested, you have to be twenty-one to get in there. And how are we even going to get there? Your jeep won't start until you replace the distributor cap, and the garage won't have a new one in for three more days."
"We could take your bike." Stiles said, a huge grin on his face.
"All the way to Cedar Heights?"
"Why not?"
Scott thought for a moment, he really did want to go. But he knew they would be in a lot of trouble. But only if they got caught. There was no way they would get caught. Both their parents were working the night shift.
"Okay." Scott agreed, causing Stiles to jump off the bed with a gleeful shout.
Several minutes later, the boys were on Scott's bike headed for Cedar Heights. The town was about three times as big as Beacon Hills. Scott and Stiles had only been there a very few times, and have never been there without Sheriff Stilinski.
The city had a very high crime rate and three separate gangs were constantly battling over turf. The inner city was safer, but the night club the boys were going to was located in the center of the gang territory dispute.
Scott parked his bike outside the club and both boys audibly gulped as they watched the people going inside. They were all bikers, huge and scary looking bikers. All dressed in leather and covered in tattoos.
"Are you sure about this?" Scott asked.
"Of course." Stiles replied, but without his earlier confidence. "According to Jackson, all we have to do is hand the bouncer a twenty dollar bill, and bingo, we're in."
The two sixteen-year-olds walked towards the door, hearing loud rock music blaring from inside.
"I don't think so, kids." The bouncer, who was over six feet tall and extremely muscular, said as they made it to the door.
"Come on, man." Stiles smiled, handing the man a twenty. "Let us in."
The bouncer looked around to make sure no one was watching, then he took the bill and held his hand out in front of Scott. Scott handed him his bribe money, and the bouncer stepped aside and let them enter.
The two teens entered the building, then both stopped and started coughing. The large room was filled with thick cigarette and cigar smoke.
"I'm glad I don't have asthma anymore." Scott said. "This place would kill me."
"Come on." Stiles said, as he started towards the bar.
"What will it be boys?" the bartender, a pretty blond hair woman, asked as she leaned over the bar. Giving the two teens a good view of her breast.
"Ummm." Stiles started, but could not seem to form any words. He was too busy looking at her cleavage.
"Two beers, please." Scott said, also looking at her breast.
"Coming right up, handsome." The bartender said, causing Scott to blush.
A few moments later, the two teens were sitting at the bar drinking a bottle of beer.
"Hey, cutie." A skimpily dressed woman said as she sat beside Scott and threw an arm over his shoulder. "How's about coming upstairs with me and having some fun?" then she winked at Stiles and added, "Your friend can come too, I'll give you boys a two for one special."
Scott and Stiles both looked at her in shock.
"Anything you want for an hour, just fifty bucks." The woman said, carding a hand through Scott's hair. The teen yelped loudly and jumped up as fast as he could.
When he reached his feet, he bumped into a rather large biker who was walking by.
"Watch it, kid." The man growled, placing a large hand on Scott's chest and shoving him. Scott landed on his butt in the floor with a grunt.
"Hey!" Stiles protested the treatment on his best friend. "It was an accident, Jerk."
The biker's response was to shove him as well. But instead of landing in the floor, he landed in the lap of another biker who was sitting at a nearby table.
Before Stiles could apologize, the man stood up and shoved the teen to the floor.
Before either boy realized what was going on, a huge bar fight broke out. It seemed as if everyone was fighting, and it was getting violent.
Scott, who was still in the floor, crawled over to Stiles, who was also still in the floor. He grabbed his shoulder and nudged him towards the door. Both teens crawled quickly to the door, not standing up until they were at the door.
Scott grabbed Stiles' shoulder and shoved him out the door quickly, a second later a bar stool smashed into the wall where the teen had been standing.
The two teens ran to Scott's bike and jumped on, then Scott sped away as fast as his bike would go. Both of their hearts were beating wildly.
Scott drove for several minutes, before pulling into a rundown gas station.
"Why are we stopping?" Stiles asked.
"Gas." Scott replied. "Unless you want to walk back to Beacon Hills."
Scott stopped at the pumps and both teens got off the bike.
"I am never listening to you again." Scott said.
"Oh come on, that was fun." Stiles smiled.
"Fun!" Scott shouted.
"We were in the middle of an actual bar fight." Stiles said, still smiling.
Scott tried to glare at the other boy, but he couldn't help but to smile as well.
"It was exciting." Scott agreed.
"After we get gas, let's see what else this city has to offer." Stiles suggested.
"Okay." Scott agreed.
WELCOME TO BEACON HILLS!
WELCOME TO BEACON HILLS!
WELCOME TO BEACON HILLS!
Half an hour later, Scott parked his bike outside a poolhall and the boys walked inside. There were only a few people in the poolhall as they made their way to the bar.
"Two beers." Stiles said, as him and Scott sat down.
The bartender gave them a long look, then shrugged his shoulders and placed two beer bottles in front of them.
After the bartender walked down to the other end of the bar, Scott leaned closer to Stiles and whispered. "I wish I would have thought to grab a clump of that special wolfsbane so I could feel the effects of these beers."
"We'll remember it next time." Stiles assured him. "How about a game of pool?"
"Sure." Scott agreed.
They played a couple games of pool, and drank another couple beers apiece. By that time, the poolhall was beginning to fill with more and more people.
Stiles was getting bored and was about to suggest that they go somewhere else, when two men in their early twenties started arguing loudly. They were shouting at and cursing each other.
Both young men had several other men and teenagers standing behind them. Stiles and Scott noticed that the two groups of men were wearing two different gang signs.
"We should leave." Scott whispered.
Before Stiles could reply, both arguing men pulled out knives and started fighting. Within seconds, everyone was fighting.
"Not again." Stiles groaned.
Two men crashed into the table that Scott and Stiles had been playing at. One of the men had the other pined to the table and had a knife to his throat.
Scott couldn't stand by and let a man die, he quickly grabbed the man's wrist.
"Scott watch put!" Stiles shouted as he saw a man approaching with a broken beer bottle. Stiles tackled the man, knocking him to the floor.
"Police!" they heard a loud voice shout. Scott and Stiles were both relieved.
Several police officers rushed into the room and started pulling people apart and arresting people.
"I am so glad to see you." Stiles said to one of the officers.
"Turn around and spread them." The officer ordered, as he shoved Stiles against a wall. "Now."
"Hey, wait a minute." Stiles protested. "I'm not…"
"Save it for the judge, kid." The officer ordered. "Hands on the wall and spread them."
Stiles did as he was told. He saw Scott being shoved into the wall beside him. Both teens were frisked, handcuffed, and led out of the building into a patrol car.
"We are so dead." Stiles groaned.
TBC!
What do you think? I will have the next story up by tomorrow night, I will have plenty of time to write it by then. I would love to know what you think.