Author's Note: So I haven't really done pack night yet…. So here goes. This one is a bit more risqué and might end up as multiple parts. I own nothing.

Out at the Club

Stiles had never been one of those girls who were invited to every party and event. That was much more of a Lydia thing, the redhead was the one throwing the parties and leading the charge into clubs most of the time. Stiles had always spent her time playing video games or reading up on random things she found interesting in that moment. She was never really invited to parties, except when they were inevitably doomed. Heather's party had ended with the poor girl kidnapped by the Darach to be thrice killed later that night, then there was Lydia's birthday where she'd poisoned nearly the entire class with wolfsbane. Most had just had a particularly bad hangover for the next few days but anyone with any supernatural inkling had been subjected to awful hallucinations. Stiles had seen her father, drunk and shouting that she was a waste of space, that she'd killed her mother and that she was killing him. Needless to say she wasn't a huge fan of parties. Clubs weren't as bad. Jungle had of course been a bit of a disaster, with Jackson the Lizard tearing up the dance floor and temporarily paralyzing six people before they'd managed to catch him.

Still she much preferred a pair of well worn sweat pants to heels and tights. So one Friday in summer she was lounging in her house playing Overwatch and stuffing chips into her face. She had just finished a match when her doorbell rang. She frowned pulling off her headset and grabbing her baseball bat. She wasn't expecting anyone today. Allison and Scott had a date planned, Derek didn't come by unless there was an emergency or he wanted information. Isaac was a possibility he tended to show up on her doorstep when Derek was being the emotionally constipated Alpha he was, or at least had been. He wasn't an Alpha anymore, but he was still the most experienced of them when it came to the supernatural. Well except for Peter who was most of the reason for the precaution of the bat. Erica and Boyd didn't do doorbells, besides after everything with the Alpha pack she'd given them keys. Her father didn't mind them coming and going as they pleased, knowing that they both had less than stellar home lives and a furry toothy secret. So she couldn't really guess who was ringing her doorbell. She peeked through the peephole and blinked double checking just in case. She set down her bat and ran a hand through her hair before opening the door.

"Lydia, what can I help you with you beautiful, but scary kind of human?" Lydia pulled a face at her, but there was no real anger there. The redhead was holding a large duffle bag. Stiles blinked at her. "Please tell me there's not a body in there. Not that I wouldn't hide a body for you but if we get blood on the carpets again my dad will kill me." Lydia let out a laugh at that.

"You haven't checked your phone in the past few hours have you?" Stiles shook her head, stepping back and letting Lydia into the house.

"No I have been busy splattering brains as Widowmaker." Lydia shook her head and dumped the bag onto the couch pulling out her phone and swiping in her password. She smiled as she read out the message on the screen.

" 'Manditory pack meeting tonight. Jackson's choice this week.'" Stiles rolled her eyes. Last time Jackson had picked they'd gone to the latest horror flick in hopes of scaring Stiles, the joke was on him. Not only was the movie bad but Stiles ended up loving it and pirating the whole series, making them sit through an awful cheesy horror marathon next time she got to pick their activity. Lydia clicked her phone back off slipping it back into her pocket. "He picked Jungle this time. So I'm here to help you. Cause tonight you're going to turn every head. I will get you laid if it kills me." Stiles let out a belt of laughter as Lydia grabbed the bag and dragged Stiles up to her room.

The redhead wasted no time in dumping the bag on Stiles' bed. It turned out to be full of haircare products, bags upon bags of makeup. Lydia gently shoved Stiles towards the shower.

"Go on! Get washed up, then we'll do a face mask. But I have to go get our options from the car." Stiles raised an eyebrow.

"Options?" Lydia grinned and tossed Stiles' bathrobe at her face and shooed her on her way. Stiles rolled her eyes and did as she was instructed. Twenty minutes later Lydia had both of them lounging in face masks that Stiles swore were more expensive than her laptop. Lydia was doing their nails as they waited for the masks to dry. She did her own a deep midnight blue and Stiles got a scarlet that sparkled when the light hit it. When Lydia deemed them ready she laid out four dresses on the bed, having moved the makeup and haircare to Stiles' desk. She held up a dress at Stiles and smiled.

"Perfect." She shoved it at Stiles who blinked.

"Thought you said I had options." Lydia rolled her eyes.

"No I said I brought options, never said they were for you." Stiles blinked at the dress. She had to admit it was beautiful. She sighed and took it from Lydia.

"Well I guess I'll trust the smartest person I know." Lydia grinned wolfishly and patted Stiles on the head.

"Good girl, now hurry up we still have to do your hair and makeup." Stiles rolled her eyes and began to change.

Derek was going to murder Jackson. He was going to slit his throat and then tear him in half and leave him in the woods for mountain lions. He couldn't believe that he was forcing them all to go to his best friends favorite club on pack night. At least most of them picked something everyone tolerated. But still since he was technically just Scott's beta now he did as he was asked and even dressed nicely, leaving the leather jacket at home he dressed in a tight black Hennelly and tight grey jeans. He waited outside Jungle with the other. Stiles and Lydia were running late. Erica was grouching about it to Boyd who was doing his best not to growl at anyone who stared at his girlfriends cleavage, very much on display in the corset that nearly had enough fabric to be called a top. Allison had gone for something much more low key, a simple grey dress and flats. Scott stuck to his usual look, a slightly nice t shirt and jeans. Derek caught a whiff of Stiles' scent before the others did and turned towards where she was coming from. He blinked as he spotted them. His wolf howled in approval. He'd never seen Stiles in a dress before.

She was wearing a red number that hit her just above her knees. A flash of skin was visible at her side, making him wonder if she was even wearing a bra at all. His mouth went dry at the thought and he felt his wolf prowling in the back of his mind demanding that they pick her up and carry her back to his den and take her over and over again in the dress then shred the damn thing. He managed to suppress the wolf but just barely as Lydia grinned at him her smile rivaling any of the wolves present. He couldn't take his eyes off of Stiles though, even with Erica wolf whistling behind him. Stiles walked up to him, a bit awkwardly due to the heels Lydia had seen fit for her to wear.

"I know I look weird in a dress but you don't have to stare." She made to walk past him but he caught her bare arm, the gold bangles on her wrist jangling.

"You… You don't look weird. You look…" He couldn't find the word. Spectacular, sexy, amazing. He floundered for a moment but settled on a word. "nice." Stiles rolled her eyes at him and his wolf whimpered. She had to know that he thought she was the most beautiful thing on this world. He brushed his hand against the fake rose in her hair.

"I'm serious Stiles you look beautiful." Blood rushed to her cheeks as Scott rolled his eyes behind them, wrapping his arms around Allison. Jackson nodded approvingly and Isaac threw an arm around Erica and Boyd. Each of them were waiting to see who would lean in first, finally break the tension that had been building between them for such a long time. But before they could Danny came around the corner, whiskey on his breath and Ethan on his arm. He grinned as Derek and Stiles sprang apart. The Pack glared at him and he smiled sheepishly. Erica grabbed Stiles and pulled her towards the door.

"Come on, lets get out onto the dancefloor." Derek stared after her, his wolf growling at Danny as Lydia chewed the boy out behind him.