UNLOVEABLE ─ s.stilinski

xxx. the kanima hates the gays

CHAPTER THIRTY
the kanima hates the gays

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Electronic music played as they entered, making Rhys wince at the awful sound. He hated this type of music it held no emotion or passion just hard core slamming the drum, mixer or whatever instrument they use to make this trash.

Lights flashed from all around them and more than a hundred people were dancing everywhere, well men. Hundreds of men were dancing and it didn't take Rhys long to realise they were in a gay club.

He immediately blushed bright red as a shirtless man winked at him. God, he was going to die in here. A semi-closeted gay man surrounded by gay men was not a good way to go.

"Dude, everyone in here is a dude." Scott yelled over the music. "I think we're in a gay club."

"Wow, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?" Stiles retorted.

They turned to Stiles, only to find him in the middle of a group of Drag Queens. They were stroking his hair and giggling, Stiles did not look amused. Rhys grinned at him, giving him a supportive thumbs up.

However, Stiles' time with Drag Queens was short lived as they spotted Danny at the bar. The three of them rushed over, trying to get closer without alerting Danny as he quickly went off with a guy.

"Two beers and a..." Stiles told the bartender, trailing off to look at Rhys for a drink order.

"Coke," he said.

"I.D's?" The bartender looked at Stiles and Scott strangely, knowing they were not the age for drinking.

The two pulled out their I.D's out of their wallets, Rhys rolled his eyes. He had no idea why Stiles attempted to get a beer when he was obviously sixteen.

"How about three cokes?" He suggested, after examining their I.D's with a laugh. He handed them back.

"Rum and coke? Sure," Stiles grinned before moving his head awkwardly when the bartender glared at him. "Coke's fine actually. I'm driving anyway."

Stiles bobbed his head along to the music, when another shirtless guy came over, placing the three drinks in front of them.

"That one's paid for." He jerked his head over to a guy who sat across the bar then back at Scott's drink.

Scott smirked at Stiles who rolled his eyes, "Shut up." he mumbled before siping his drink angrily from a straw.

"I didn't say anything," Scott grinned.

"Yeah, well your face did," he said with a pointed look.

Rhys turned away from the bar, stirring the straw in his drink to find a guy in front of him smiling brightly. He jumped slightly, "Oh, shit."

"Sorry," The guy grinned, brandishing his perfect teeth. "I didn't mean to startle you."

Rhys chuckled nervously, "Maybe, don't stand behind me then."

"Yeah," He shook his head, laughing. "Sorry." He then paused, looking up to meet Rhys' eyes. "Did you want to dance?"

Stiles started to choke on his drink from beside him, Rhys turned to glare at him.