Both Broken } Isaac Lahey x OC

• FRENEMIES •

So. That was definitely a night to remember.

Y'know, saving Lydia, screwing over Derek, finding who the Kanima was, and becoming a pack. Nothing was official and no one had said otherwise, so Marley assumed she was part of it. She hadn't really been associated with Scott, Stiles and Allison up until now. She never thought that one day, Marley would be part of something so special with them.

...

"I'm here," Marley said as she jogged towards Scott and Stiles hiding behind the club door. They both turned to her. "Am I late?"

"No, I just got here too," Stiles said. Marley nodded. She had never been to party before, let alone a club. Heck, she'd never even been out this late before. Until now.

"Uh - guys. See that?" Stiles said, stepping back to look towards the roof. Both Marley and Scott followed his gaze to see the Kanima's tail slither into an open window.

"Great," Marley mumbled, knowing she would have to have another night of no sleep. They all moved to the back door that was inconveniently locked.

"All right, maybe there's, like, a, uh-like, a window we could climb through, or some kind of-" Stiles began, but was soon cut off by Scott ripping the door handle off. "Handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength. How'd I not think of that one?"

Marley patted Stiles's shoulder as she followed Scott into the club. The smell of sweat and alcohol filled the air immediate. Strobe lights danced around the wide room like they were as high as the club members. Marley squinted, since she could hardly see anything.

"Sorry," Marley mumbled as she bumped into yet another person. Everyone was so tall and broad; she couldn't get through since she was probably the smallest person there.

Marley started to panic as she lost sight of Scott. She didn't know where to move, scared that she would get pushed far away and would get crushed by everyone. She felt two hands on her shoulders that pushed her forward. Stiles stood behind her and guided her towards the bar, acting as a navigation tool. He knew Marley was short, so he acted as a tour guide.

The three found their way back to each other, continuing to push through the crowds. Scott stopped when he knew that Marley was by his side.

"Dude, everyone in here's a dude. I think we're in a gay club," Scott stated, turning around to see Stiles in a swarm of drag queens. Marley gasped before letting out a hearty laugh. After pulling her phone out and taking a picture, she went over to the group.

"Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?" Stiles said sarcastically. Marley stood next to a drag queen dressed in a sequinned, red dress and a blonde wig.

"You're so beautiful," Marley gushed. She felt like she was in the presence of a god. The drag queen looked down at her and chuckled. They twisted a loose stand of Marley's hair.

"Aw, thank you sweetie," the drag queen said, chewing on a piece of gum.

"I remember when we were that young and pretty," another one said. Stiles stepped forward and pulled her away from the swarm of queens and to the bar.

"Three beers," Stiles requested. Marley had to practically hop onto the stool seen as it was so high.

"IDs," the bartender requested. All three pulled out their Beacon Hills library cards. The bartender scoffed, "How 'bout three cokes?"

"Rum and coke? Sure," Stiles said enthusiastically. After a look being sent from the bartender, stile said, "Coke's fine, actually. I'm driving anyway."