Clubbing or going to night clubs would be a regular thing you and Brett would do. Even on a school night, if one or both of you either felt the need to relieve some stress or felt like having some time away from werewolf drama, you'd head straight to Cinema.
"Babee," she yelled to Brett over the bass of the music blasting in the background.
"What?" He answered, chuckling as his girlfriend swayed, drunkenly dancing to the beat of the music.
"I love youuu," she giggled, falling into his chest.
"I love yo-"
"The fuck is this?" Stiles cursed, fuming as he saw Brett and Y/N so close together, "why are you at the club on a school night?"
"I could ask you the same thing Stilinski," Y/N slurred, still holding onto Brett.
"You are so lucky dad's out of tow-"
"Oh relax brother," she interrupted, moving to the music, "dad knows what I'm doing, he actually trusts me."
Stiles didn't reply, he stood there shocked whilst thinking of a smart remark to reply with. Nothing.
Brett stood behind Y/N smirking, proud of her for outwitting her brother, a regular occurrence he'll always have the pleasure on witnessing.
"I'll see you at school tomorrow," Y/N said whilst patting Stiles on the shoulder, "my next drink's calling me."
