Toxic Waste

5. Wenda

It had been his fifth drink but he had felt nothing close to drunk. Not even anything remotely similar. No tipsiness from the vodka, no stars from his beer and he found himself wondering if there was even alcohol in these at all. He was wandering around the floor with his bottle in hand and a wink in his eyes every time a girl waved his way. He stopped at a table every now and again, watching Tony arm wrestle with Boyd, counting how many shots Malia could down in a minute.

A girl pulled him into an open space where a lot of the employees seemed to be dancing to the too loud to actually hear music. He ground up against her for a song or two with a smirk on his face and his breath on her neck before declaring he had "to go take a whizz!" and would be right back. So he climbed the stairs to his room, downed the rest of his beer and sat on the railing outside his room again. He made a game of finding people, like Where's Waldo. Isaac often became Waldo, Derek the dog Woof, Scott was Odlaw out of default but he could never seem to find Wenda.

He scanned the crowd one last time before climbing back down the stairs.
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It was another four hours before Lydia had finally made it to the elevator with a final yell at Allison to not forget her shoes like the last time. Lydia's heels were already in her hand and as the door opened on the third floor, she threw them across the room with a chuckle while unzipping her dress. It fell to the tiled floor with tiny little clinks due to the jewels on the front as she locked up the elevator for the night.

The booming of the music still rumbled against her feet, red toe nails making their way back to the bedroom. She snatched her robe from the back of the door with the hum of a tune and a smile. The girl nearly had a spell upon turning around. There in the large dark room, sitting by the glass wall was Stiles. His back was against the windows, looking over his shoulder with his knees pulled loosely to his chest by his arms.

She watched him momentarily, his sigh so soft as she joined him on the floor.
"You look lonely." she smiled and he grinned, still facing the city lights beyond.
He gave a light chuckle. "I suppose I am." There was no flirt, no smirk, none of his usual shit that made Lydia want to yell at him. But he was still confident with his words, still knew how to speak in a way that made her blush.

"Not one for parties?" She asks and he turns to face her, shaking his head. "Me either..."
He chuckles again, a sound smooth as honey. "Oh really?"
"Really." She confirms. They sat for a moment, both staring down with tiny smiles and Lydia picked at a thread on the end of her robe. Suddenly he stood, clearing his throat awkwardly as she stood too. He hadn't noticed her hair was down unlike this morning.

"I'll unlock the elevator for you..." She points with her thumb in the direction of the exit and he chuckles with a half grin. There he is, Lydia thought. This was the Stiles that intimidated her, the one that knew how her skin felt under his fingertips.

When morning came, the girl wished it hadn't. Her head was pounding and her body ached as she let out a silent grumble. She felt her hand meet skin mid-stretch and had almost forgotten about Stiles. And she couldn't help it. Letting her eyes wander his sleeping chest she recounted the wounds only to find there were still eleven, the one she felt herself drawn to so close to his heart.

"Curious?" His voice startled her, looking up to meet caramel eyes that held no emotions. There was nothing to say, she had no excuse because she was definitely caught staring at something he didn't want to talk about.
"Slightly..." She hoped her tone of voice came off as playful, a smile on her face but not on his.
"You shouldn't be." He says before rolling out of the bed.

Lydia sits up with a puff of air, watching as he pulls a shirt over his head and then slips his jeans on. He was definitely in a rush to get out.
"I'm trying to be nice and you're making that incredibly difficult." She frowns slightly. 'Cause it was true. She didn't like his snappiness and she thought maybe it was self defense so she would try to lighten up a bit, hoping that he would too. How did that work out?

"Well you shouldn't be, where are the elevator keys?" He asks, hands on hips. Lydia crosses her arms. He wouldn't get them until she won. But he wasn't an idiot. The boy watched her eyes quickly glance to their hiding spot and he tore open the nightside table drawer, snatching them up before racing out of the room with her on tail. She yelled at him to give them back as he jumped over the back of the couch. Just as he was about to reach the elevator, Lydia managed to tackle him to the ground and pin down his hands, a leg on each side of his body.

"I've never been one for bows but they sure as shit look good on you." He grins, referring to the bow in the middle of her lace bra. She rolls her eyes, giving him enough time to reverse the positions to where he was over her now. "Why don't you want me to go, Toots?" He asks with the quirk of a brow.
She wanted to be the first to know his story, but she couldn't exactly say that. "Because I want to know what happened." She grunted under his weight. It was close enough to be passed off as the truth, right? But one little lie would be nothing in the book of things she'd done.

He stoops down and gives her a rushed kiss that she greedily excepts, the keys jingling in his hand. Lydia gasps as he breaks away, her eyes closed tight and her fingers threaded through his hair. He left a little trail of kisses from her jaw, down the valley of her breasts, her stomach. Her lip became tucked between white teeth when he grinned against her hip.
"I should've figured it was the newbie."
They both sit up at a voice. Liam was sitting on the white leathered sofa, a newspaper clutched between his hands as he casually read the headliner. They stared at him for a moment though he wasn't looking at them before Stiles climbed off of Lydia and helped her stand. She allowed him to take the keys and leave with nothing more than a smirk on his lips.
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Authors note:

BOOP BOOP. OKAY GUYS. I already got a first job from
@-HRoden , love the bartender idea but if Stiles had a job what would it be. And think kinda softer like bakery, except not bakery because that's Peeta's job.

And also, if Stiles used to have a best friend, what would his name be?

YES Y'ALL ARE PARTICIPATING IN CREATING PART OF STILES PAST SO PLEASE COMMENT!!
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe