See Chapter 1 for all warnings

Additional warnings – Illegal use of drugs and touches of non con off screen for OC's you'll never meet.


Forfeit

09 – A Night Out With The Girls

I'm the kid of the Sheriff, you'd think I'd know better, I took my eyes off of my drink for five fucking seconds and now the room is spinning and I'm clinging to the pole in the ladies toilets hiding from the world.

The drag queens had invited me out for some fun and have all been drinking, I was supposed to be the designated driver tonight, which was why I was on coke with a twist of lemon. The club music was okay and we were having fun, and then I got tapped on the shoulder at the bar, I turned away from my drink as a guy accused me of sleeping with his boyfriend and then said he'd realised I was the wrong guy, and that's all it took for them to spike it.

Unsurprisingly the ladies are pissed as hell and hustled me into the toilets so they could take care of me and defend me from whichever asshole did this, the bar is a bit of a dive and the owner has been very unsympathetic. We've been unsuccessful in getting a taxi to come pick us up as it's a very busy Saturday night.

They're going through contact lists to see if someone can come rescue us, our last ditch call is my dad, he'll be seriously angry if he finds out I went clubbing let alone got drugged and some of the ladies have a few things they'd rather dad didn't find on them right now.

Plus he might not know I occasionally hang out with drag queens.

Having exhausted their own contacts they try my rather limited contacts. Scott doesn't answer, he's with Allison, and they go through some of them getting voicemails and I've already vetoed Derek on this one, I'd rather face my dad than Derek.

And then Ginger giggles, "Well hello Peter," and I groan because he's going to love the situation I'm in. "Oh Stiles? He's not very well, someone slipped something they shouldn't have into his drink," she explains a bit more and then smiles blindingly before she coos, "See you soon Peter honey."

Oh god, why is this my life?

Groaning again I let one of them take me to the toilet stall so I can throw up some more. Staggering back to my pole I cling to it and I really just want the room to stop spinning right now and thank god I noticed part way through my drink and I didn't finish it.

There's a commotion at the door and suddenly five Peters are standing in the ladies, "Peter?" I slur his name, "Dude you made it…"

"This is Peter?" Ginger is eyeing him up like he's prime beefsteak and it's sale time.

"Yeah, this is Peter," I try and say but don't get very far.

For once Peter seems off balance like he didn't expect to find me in the ladies toilets with a bunch of drag queens, walking over to me he leans in and sniffs, frowning he asks, "Do you want a lift to the hospital? To be on the safe side?"

"No," I shake my head and the room tilts making me grab the pole harder, "Just need a lift home so I can sleep it off, and the girls need to be escorted to their homes, safe and sound."

"Girls?" Peter frowns and eyes them up, this time and they all look offended, "This is your big night out with the girls you were talking about?" He asks and I don't remember telling anyone about it, okay I was rambling online but that's it, I think. Ginger has crossed her arms and is now glaring at Peter who's worked out his mistake and smoothly says, "Stiles they're hardly girls, they're ladies," he lays on the charm and they fall for it cooing over him again and he's really not happy with it. I wish I was coordinated enough to snap a picture of him.

With the girls tottering on their heels, it's an unconvincing act, I've seen them run in those heels, and me unable to walk in a straight line, in fact walking is getting harder to do, Peter ends up picking me up bridal style and I would protest but it's going black and I pass out in his arms, in a very unmanly way.

Only to wake with a pounding head and knowing something died in my mouth, for a few seconds I'm disorientated but then I remember it all and groan. I'm in my bedroom, fully dressed and there's a nearly empty glass of water on my bedside table.

Fumbling for my phone I get hold of Ginger and ask what the hell happened, and then lay there in shock as I hear all about the very charming and sweet Peter, how he carried me to my car, drove me home, helped the ladies put me to bed, forced a glass of water down me, and then proceeded to drive them home one at a time and even walked them to their doors, "He's a total gentleman," she's gushing and I roll my eyes because she seriously does not know the real Peter Hale. And they've arranged for us all to go out another night.

Hanging up I wobble to the bathroom, throw up, shower, get dressed, eat a few bites of toast and go back to sleep.

Tapping on my window wakes me up and I see a blurring image of Peter dangling my car keys at me.

Opening the window for him I grunt and fold up on my bed not wanting to do anything today, I just want my head to stop thumping and my stomach to stop knotting up on me.

"How are you feeling?" He asks as he puts my car keys by my computer and sits down on my chair like he belongs in my room.

"Urgheth," I whine and I'm sure it's not a word but he chuckles at me anyway.

He slips away out of the window and hopes I feel better soon, and I'm vaguely disappointed that he didn't say, "Forfeit," which is weird and I go back to sleep so I can wake up ready to face the day.

It sort of works and I'm almost back to normal just in time for school, awesome, perfect timing. Damn it.

At lunch we crowd around a table and it's with a certain amount of glee that Danny joins us and tells us all about a group of guys who went out Saturday night and got beaten up, which should be a bad thing, until the police got an anonymous call and the guys were found with a new type of drug to incapacitate their victims. So far the DNA from the men were hitting multiple rape victims cases and it's a big fricking deal.

I had no idea this was even going on as I was busy sleeping off the effects of the drugs I'd been given. Stunned at the close shave I've just had I stagger through the day and I'm not surprised when dad is held up at work, this is a huge thing for him and his department.

By Wednesday I'm anxious and wondering what the hell Peter is up to when the anticipated text comes, "Forfeit." Finally I can relax and I tell him yes but that's it, no knock on the door, or the window, no ambushing me at my jeep and by Friday I'm anxious again.

It's another Pack meeting at the Hale house of gloom tonight and I'm going stag, again. I can't believe that Scott is making time for Isaac, balancing his dates with Allison with his new bromance, something he never did for me.

I spend most of the meeting pretending to pay attention and avoiding Erika and Boyd who are clinging to Derek like limpets. We get nothing accomplished but there are far less fights going on and Derek no longer looks like he wants to pitch Scott off a cliff and Scott isn't acting like he thinks Derek's a serial murderer. Maybe we are making progress.

Afterwards they all abandon me and I slouch to my jeep patting her gently before I get in. The drive home is boring but that's cool, not getting my jeep dented is good with me. Dad isn't home so I unearth the junk food I'd hidden in amongst the veggies when the doorbell rings.

Peeping through the glass I can see Peter and something inside eases. Opening the door I invite him in and he's waving a DVD case at me, he's only managed to get Firefly. Far happier I usher him to the living room and he pops the disc in as I run for the drinks and put the snacks out to share.

Settling on the sofa next to him I don't jump when he says, "Forfeit," not even hesitating I lean over and kiss him, the dude did me a solid saving me and the girls the way he did and he's even brought over some space cowboys, life is good.


A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.