North Starr

18

"Any sign of him, Scott?" Melanie asked.

Scott shook his head and Stiles questioned, "What do we do now?"

"Holy cr-" Scott began.

"Wha- sorry, I'm sorry. Did you see where he went?"

"I lost him," Scott answered sadly.

Melanie turned to him with a frown. "What? You couldn't catch his scent?"

Scott glanced at her. "I don't think he has one."

"All right, any clue where he's going?" Stiles asked.

Scott nodded and gave a melancholy look. "To kill someone."

Stiles frowned. "Ah. That explains the claws, and the fangs and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now." Scott shot Stiles a look. "What? Scott, come on. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense."

Scott rolled his eyes. "Just help me find it."

"Not "it." Jackson," Melanie corrected.

Scott sighed. "Yeah, I know. I-I know."

"Does Jackson know he's the kanima? Did anybody else see him back at your house?"

Scott shrugged and said after a moment, "I mean, I don't think so, but he already passed Derek's test anyway."

"Yeah, but that's just the thing," Stiles began.

"How did he pass the test?" Melanie finished. "Before you ask, no. I wasn't there."

Scott shook his head. "I don't know. I swear, you two share one mind."

"Take that back!"

"Shut up," Stiles retorted. "Maybe it's like an either-or thing. I mean, Derek said that a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom, right? When's the kanima not the kanima?"

"When it's Jackson," Scott answered.

Stiles pointed to the club. "Uh, dude. See that?"

Scott nodded. "He's inside."

"What's he gonna do in there?" Melanie asked.

Scott glanced at his friends. "I know who he's after."

Stiles got an excited look on his face. "What, how? How? Did you smell something?"

"Armani," Scott stated after a moment.

They stood in front of a locked door as Stiles began rambling. "Aw, come on. Alright, maybe there's, like, a, uh, like, a window we could climb through, or some kind of-" Scott ripped off the handle of the door as it opened. "Handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength. How'd I not think of that one?"

As soon as we entered, Stiles was surrounded by drag queens. We were surrounded, literally, by guys. Scott looked around for a moment before he said, "Dude, everyone, excluding Melanie, in here's a dude. I think we're in a gay club."

The drag queens continued touching Stiles' hair and shoulders and such as he said sarcastically, "Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?"

The trio managed to escape the drag queens and walked up to the bar. Stiles held up three fingers. "Three beers."

The barkeeper frowned. "How 'bout three cokes?"

"Rum and coke?" Stiles decided as he earned a look from the bartender. "Sure. Coke's fine, actually. I'm driving anyway."

A waiter handed Scott a drink. "That one's paid for. Can I get something for you, sweetheart?"