Life Forces Us

Life Forces Us: Chapter #1

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A dark corner in a little known bar in a small city with a round of shots is where Stiles finds himself. He's been coming to this bar on and off for—Well, let's just say years. His eyes scan the room at the other occupants and already he knows that the two girls in the far corner getting hot and heavy are druids. He shudders not being a huge fan of theirs but hey he'll support the pairing. He can tell that the man and woman in the booth to his far right have been together for a long time and he can see the man fiddling with what is most likely a ring box in his suit jacket pocket.

"Typical," Stiles mutters to himself as he throws back one of the shots. He glances at the two college aged guys at the bar and notices they're both looking at each other with heated gazes but both are too hesitant to go for it which makes Stiles roll his eyes. If he could have that he would but sadly Stiles isn't here to get a date. No in fact, Stiles has never not once had a relationship or gone on an actual date. He's fucked a lot but nothing more and even then, his tactile connection with others is essentially nonexistent. He throws back three shots in quick succession at that depressing thought.

It's not that he doesn't want it because he does and his fellow—His peers don't understand what the big deal is about a relationship. They're happy to fuck and run but Stiles? No. He wants more and always has but he settles for what he can have. His eyes unfocus as he looks at the remaining six shots. He doubts he'll drink them, but he ordered them. If only someone was here with him but no because the last time he was with a guy was about ten years ago. It's not easy for Stiles to find someone he can be close to. Not unless they are just like him and well a guy because Stiles just had to be a gay incubus. He is so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't notice someone approaching him until they're right at his table.

"Hello," the voice says.

Stiles blinks the bar back into focus and looks up. His eyes meet technicolor eyes and he's almost gaping before he realizes the guy spoke to him. "Uh...Hi." Fuck Stiles feels awkward when he tries to make small talk or heck even greeting a person has become exhausting. Usually if it's not let's fuck around, he doesn't entertain the conversation.

The guy gestures to Stiles's table. "May I?" he asks in a voice lower than Stiles would have expected but just right with how the guy looks. Stiles pulls his legs as close to his side as possible though he's wearing long pants (black skinny jeans) so should their legs brush, the guy will be just fine.

"Go for it," he says and throws back another shot before exhaling heavily. He is really wishing he had done a bit of vaping before coming in tonight.  He watches the guy sit and just now notices the guy has his own drink but he's not sure what it is. "So what brings you over to my table?" he asks. Who knows maybe the guy is down and Stiles certainly wouldn't say no to a good fuck if this is the guy it's with. Hot damn.

"Well first of all my name is Derek," he replies and offers his hand to shake. Stiles stares at it and gulps hopefully inconspicuously.

"Stiles," he replies, opting to push a shot in Derek's direction instead of taking the proffered hand.

Derek takes the shot and after setting his own drink down throws it back. "Shit that's strong stuff." Stiles watches Derek expectantly with an assessing gaze. Derek clears his throat and oh my god his ears are turning pink. That makes Stiles's insides feel gooey but he's not sure how he feels about that. This is new territory for him. "As for why I came to your table—" he starts. "—I was actually thinking about leaving but then I looked over and saw you. You're like the only person not paired up."

Stiles frowns at that statement because of course it had nothing to do with his looks which was the reason most people gave when they approached him but rather it is because Derek saw he was alone. "Great," he mutters before throwing back the last couple shots. "Well, perhaps I prefer it that way."