"Stiles, remind me again why we're here?" Derek asked while staring in disgust at the pulsing throng of club-goers that were illuminated every few seconds by multi-colored neon lights. How in the world did he even get talked into coming here? Oh right. Blow jobs. Only by the end of the night would Derek be able to say whether this was all worth it or not.
Stiles stood on his tippy toes as if he was looking for someone. "It's Latrice's birthday!"
"Latrice?" Who the fu..?
"Yeah, she's someone I met here with Scott a while back when we were tracking down the Kamina."
"So we're going to a birthday of some girl you only met once?"
"No, dude! We're Skype buddies!"
"Uhh like I said. Only met once."
"Oh come on, you big whiner. Food and drinks are on the house tonight!" The eighteen year old grabbed Derek's arm and dragged him over to the bar area, hoping to see Latrice there. "Besides, it's not fun to come to these things by yourself."
"I can't imagine why."
Stiles ignored the alpha's grumpiness and spotted the bartender, Eduardo. "Hey, is Latrice here?"
"You mean the birthday girl?" he responded, the volume at which he was smacking his gum almost as loud as the club music. Derek hadn't realized it was a pet peeve of his until Stiles pointed it out one day. "She's over by the couches. You friends of her's?"
"Yeah, I'm Stiles and this is my boyfriend, Derek."
"Oh?" The bartender's eyes locked onto the older man's stubbled face and slid down every contour of his body, a sleazy smile forming on those highly glossed lips. "Lucky you~"
Derek shivered.
"Thanks, Ed!" Stiles hadn't even noticed the visual molestation taking place and continued pulling Derek through the human swarm. They eventually made it to the lounge area where Latrice was sitting pretty and surrounded by fellow drag queens. This threw the alpha for a loop, thinking that this "Latrice" was going to be a cute young girl of sorts, but what did he expect in a place like this? The queen screeched when she saw Stiles and stood up to give him a big 'welcome back' hug, the pink feather boa tickling his nose. He was dressed in an outfit that resembled attributes of a flamingo, complete with crazy feather hat and an orange beak sticking out like a bill. Looks were deceiving with this delicate drag, however, as she lifted the boy up and nearly squeezed all the air out of his lungs. Derek took a step back, hoping he wouldn't get the same greeting.
They chatted for a minute while the werewolf tried to look anywhere but the other drag queens who were also dressed up as different animals and giving him 'come hither' stares out the wazoo. Derek never thought he was unfortunate in the department of looks, and the occasional flirting he received on the streets was nothing new, but this was just making him uncomfortable. One of the queens in tiger garb bit the air at him, which took on a whole new level of scary for Derek. Without warning, Stiles brushed past him and headed back towards the bar again.
"Hey, wha-"
"I'm gonna get us some drinks!" the younger man called out over the roaring music, already being sucked into the crowd's clutches.
Great. Now he was alone. And, of course, that meant Latrice could just walk right up to him and slink an arm around the guy's shoulders.
"Soooo~ You're the new boy toy I've heard so much about?" Derek simply side glanced the queen and kept his mouth shut, which only invited Latrice to keep talking. "I gotta admit, that kid's got fabulous taste, but he certainly wasn't lying when it comes to your lack of manners, Derek" she teased.
She knew his name. Perfect.
"Well, any guy of Stiles' is welcome at my club. Relax, have a good time, and don't be afraid to let out your inner animal tonight."
'Dude, you couldn't handle my inner animal,' he thought to himself. As soon as Stiles came back with their drinks, they were going home. He'd had enough of this place. Dance clubs with a bunch of senseless, be-dazzled drunkards raving to grossly repetitive techno-pop weren't exactly his scene.
Speaking of which, where was the little bugger who brought him to this den of sweat in the first place? Derek craned his head from side to side, trying to spot the kid by his fitted grey t-shirt with red stripes down the side. He scanned the bar from one end to the next and almost didn't see him behind this big, burly dude with spiked bleached hair who was leaning in so close it looked like he was about to perform CPR on someone who didn't need saving. Must've been drunk. Regardless, Derek wasn't liking how familiar this guy was being with Stiles. Blondie set an elbow on the table and gave a grin that was anything other than friendly, while the eighteen year old hesitantly nodded at whatever the man was saying and kept scooting away, clearly not interested in continuing a conversation. What the hell was with this goon?
"Ugh. When did he show up?" Latrice scoffed, curling her lip in disdain at the same guy Derek was currently glaring at.
"You know him?" The alpha asked in a low voice.
"Unfortunately, yes. He was kicked out last week for starting a bar brawl with his meathead buddies. They were banned from coming back, but this one's loaded so it's harder to scrape him off my shoe, the little terd."
"Hm," Derek grunted, his body becoming increasingly tense as McSuave kept trying to make lewd physical contact with Stiles. Latrice felt the ferocity under those well toned shoulders of his and decided to be a little naughty…
"Looks like he's moving in on your honey. He always did go for the small, cute type. And if I know Fido over there, he won't stop until he gets what he wants. He'll be chasing that tail alllllll night long."
"Like hell he will," The alpha growled, making his way over there at that moment.
Meanwhile, Stiles was really wishing he'd brought Derek along to the bar with him. He didn't think a plain guy like him would get hit on so suddenly, especially not by Mr. Macho here. The bartender was certainly taking his sweet time with those drinks. At this rate, Stiles would have to make a run for it. Everything was free tonight, after all. He could come back later when the coast was clear.
"Look, pal, I gotta go. There's people waiting for me… or something…" The curse of being a terrible liar.
"Aw, c'mon! I'm more fun than anyone you're gonna meet in this trash heap. We can go back to my place later and have a real party," he slurred suggestively.
"No thanks, man. I'm good." Stiles tried inching his way around the wall of muscle but was stopped by one of those Hulk-sized hands clamping down on his arm. 'Shit.'
"Look, babe, I'm not really used to people saying 'no' to me, okay?" He smirked as if that bit of information would automatically change Stiles' mind.
"Hey, I guess I just did, so could you move, maybe? I'm not interested, alright," he replied more assertively this time and pushed to get away. This resulted in getting slammed back against the bar counter with more force than was necessary, startling Stiles enough to almost fall over. "Um, ow?"
The blonde's grip tightened as he snarled in Stiles' face, "I'm asking you nicely, ya little twink."
"Well, I won't."
Fido turned around to see where this new voice came from and was met with a swift punch to the face, causing him to fly back into a surprised group of dancers.
"Oh my god," Stiles yelped. He was NOT expecting that. Granted, the guy deserved it, but wow! Derek didn't normally lose his cool so quickly.
The alpha popped his neck and turned to his lover, gently placing the same hand he'd used to sock blondie in the nose with on the boy's upper arm. "You okay?"
"Uhhh, yeah. I'm fine, dude. Are you okay?!" He let out a curt laugh. Were they in a romantic comedy or something?
"I will be once we get out of here," Derek said, taking one look at the bloody-nosed buffoon who'd lost consciousness from the blow, as he should've. A flock of the club-goers inspected the scene with slight disinterest. They figured this oaf had it coming.
"Jeeze, I almost feel sorry for the guy now, haha! You need to keep that werewolf strength in check, man. Of course, with tonight's jungle theme I guess you'd fit right in, huh?"
"Can we not?" Derek moaned, not wanting the image of him all wolfed out on the dance floor in his or the boy's mind.
"Alright, alright, we'll go. Just let me say goodbye to Latrice first."
Derek wasn't given time to respond as Stiles ran over to where the drag queen was, her face lit up with amusement at what she had just witnessed. They hugged, whispered something to each other while sparing a couple glances Derek's way, and said their farewells until next time. The younger man caught up with his boyfriend at the door and intertwined their hands on their walk through the parking lot.
"What were you two gossiping about just now?" Derek asked, trying not to come off as too curious (which he was.)
"Nothing you need to know about," the boy said playfully. He loved ruffling Derek's feathers.
"Fine. I'll get it out of you when we get home." Only Stiles knew the difference between Derek's dry, every day dialogue, and his sexual advances.
"Ohhh I don't think so. Something tells me I'm not gonna be doing any talking with what you have planned for me."
The alpha snorted, allowing a tiny grin to appear. "Damn right."
It would be a night to remember.
