„Mr. Peter Hale is the biggest radiostar in the supernatural society", the pretty stewardess told him as she lead Stiles through the corridors in the back of the airport. „It's a great honour to be on his talk show, he's so moon!"
With a hand on her shoulder, Stiles stopped her and turned her around. „Yeah, I'm sure you're very excited about the lunatic, but I'm on vaccation and I don't wanna be bothered. I'd prefer to be anonymus", he added remembering what Argent had told him.
Suddenly, there was a loud commotion in the corridor. Empolyees rushed past them, not paying any mind to their tasks anymore, loud shrieking could be heard and then a gulp of people came around a corner, all swarming around one central figure like little pilot fishes following a narcissistic shark.
The man, who could be no one else but Peter Hale, wore a tight outfit of skiny jeans and a nearly transparent, white tee shirt, accompanied by a grey sports jacket. His blonde hair was perfectly coiffed, his eyes shined like gold when he flashed them and a bleach white set of teeth gave him a predatory look everytime he smiled.
„Shazam Stilinski!", he cried out as he laid his eyes on Stiles and strode up to him. „He is the one and only winner of the Honey Nut Cheerios' contest! This boy is fueled like fire", the dj seemed to be speaking into the mike fastened to his head, as he leaned closer into Stiles personal space than the human liked. „Start melting, ladies, 'cause the boy's hoter than hot. He's hot! Hot! Hot!"
He continued his stride through the corridors towards the VIP boarding area without pausing his speedy monologue, his assistants pushing Stiles along by his shoulders.
„The right size, the right build, the right hair. Right on!"
They passed a line of young women hold back by security guards, all jittery standing in line, overanxious to finally meet their idol live. With a desperate cry, the first girl stretched out her arms towards him, but instead of giving her a friendly handshake or a nice hug, Mr. Hale reached out with his hand and let it glide over her breasts. „Right on, right on!" Seren, he kept walking past his fans, letting his hand glide over everyones cleavage, while the females screamed in ecstacy, one of them even fainting.
„And he's got something to say to those fifty billion pairs of ears out there. Pop it, Shaz-man!"
All of a sudden, there was a microphone under Stiles nose and he looked horrified at the eager faces around him. For the first time in his life, his head was blanc, nothing there to say, and he was totally lost.
„Uhh, hi", he said intelligently.
The radio host stared at him expactantly and Stiles wanted nothing more than to sink into the ground during the awkward pause that followed. At last, he pulled the mike away from Stiles' uncooperative mouth.
„Unbelievable!" He pushed Stiles on with firm grasp on his upper arm and Stiles wondered if he noticed that he was using his werewolf strength on a mere human. „Quiver, ladies, quiver! He's gonna set the world on fire right here from five to seven. You'll know everything there is to know about the Shaz-man!", he rushed out in a showmanish voice, halting infront of a big bosomed woman.
The curvy woman giggled like a schoolgirl as the dj leaned close to her and whispered seductively into her ear. „His dreams, his desires, his most intimate of intimates." At once, he jumped back around to face Stiles and shouted again in the cheeky tone of his. „And from what I'm looking at intimate is the stud muffin's middle name! So tell me my man, you nervous in the service?"
Stiles blinked at the mike as he searched for an answer. „Ugh, not really."
Not looking pleased at all, but keeping his tone light, Mr. Hale linked his arm with Stiles', forcing him to keep up with the radio host's fast pace. Someone handed them a glass of champagne and Mr. Hale took a sip before throwing it carelessly away.
„Freeze those knees, my chickadees", he jabbered on. „'cause Shazam is in the place and he's all like hey! Yesterday's fraught will be tomorrow's prince of Los Angeles! The city of angels, a thousand and one follies, home of luxury and beauty. A magic fountain flowing with non-stop champagne, women and bam chicka wah wah!", he sing-songed in a high tune, thrusting his hips in rhythm. „All night long, all night!"
His dance stopped abruptly as his eyes crossed a young stewardess, who looked so stunningly beautiful that Stiles would have bet his comic book collection that she was a nymph. He shouted out a short howl before he bounced like a canine in heat towards her. „Beware out there, puppy dogs, my man is on the prowl. Owww!"
The youthfull woman blushed furiously as he leaned close to her, one hand grazing her hip as the other still clutched the mike. With a seducive voice, he breathed huskily right into her ear. „Start licking your stamps, little girls, this guy's gonna have you writing home to Momma! Tomorrow from five to seven, I'll be your voice, your tongue and I'll be hot on the tail of the sexiest man of the year. Shazam. Your man. My man", the werewolf finished with lick of his lips, making the enchanted woman infront of him quiver. Then he turned back around, resuming his way, and simultaneously yanked off the microphone from his head.
„End of transmission", one of his assistants barked and another one handed Mr. Hale a lit cigarette.
The dj dropped his pretentious smile and faced his assistants. „How was it?"
They stumbled over each other, trying to be the first to compliment him, and threw their hands in the air in awe.
„Wow!"
„That was so moon!"
„Perfect, just absolutely moonish!"
„Moon like what?", Mr. Hale inquired with a raised eyebrow.
„Incredibly moon!"
„Bright moon! Full moon"
„Silver december moon!"
He rolled his eyes in a bored manner while his assistants continued to find a more exaggerated expression and paused, when his gaze landed on Stiles. With a wave of his hand, he send them away. „Off. Off, off, off!" Like flies chased away, they jumped up and skittered down the hall.
He walked up to Stiles with a strut and only stopped when he was close enough to blow his cigarette's smoke into his face. Stiles felt ready to strangle this annoying dick, but he tried to stay calm to not gaining even more attention than he already had. Keep calm, he thought to himself, maybe he's a normal guy as soon as he isn't on air anymore.
„Shazam, sweetheart. What was that? It was bad! It had nothing, no fire, no energy, no nothing." Hale snipped his fingers irritatingly into Stiles' face and the young man's skin started to crawl under the radio host's dirty look. „I've got a show to run and it must pop, pop, pop! So tomorrow from five to seven, will you please act like you have more than a two-word-vocabulary! It must be moon, okay? Okay?!"
„Can I talk to you for a second?", Stiles asked with a sigh and pulled him over into an empty staff room. As soon as the door was closed behind them, Stiles grabbed a pencil from the table close to the door and rammed with all his force through Mr. Hale's right hand. The disc jockey yelled bewildered as he was pinned against the wooden door behind them.
„Shazam, you fucker!", the werewolf spat out through elongated teeth and his eyes flashed a furious gold. Stiles silenced him by pulling the pencil out, blood rushing in a stream out of the injured hand, and held the red tinted tip infront of the dj's bobbing adam's apple.
„I didn't come here to play pumbaa on the radio", he told him, straining his voice to keep it down. "So tomorrow from five to seven you gonna give yourself a hand. Moon?"
„Moon", the werewolf said rushed as he cradled his fast healing hand to his chest. „Full moon!"
"And it's Stiles."
Still fumming, Stiles pushed Hale aside and scudded out of the room. He wondered how he was supposed to keep his mission low key when he had this ass of a radio host on his heels the whole time. He will have to make some plans to meet the banshee all by himself and receive the stones in secret, but first he had to find Derek again. On his own, he walked towards the VIP boarding gate to finally get onto the plane.