Another Argent.

Frenemy.

Stiles and I were walking towards Scott, we were outback of a club. "What do we do now?" I ask. Making Scott jump, and turn around to face Stiles and I.

"Holy cr-" Scott starts.

"Wha- sorry, I'm sorry." I say to Scott for scaring him.

Stiles sighs. "Did you see where he went?" He asks Scott.

"I lost him." Scott answers.

"What?" Stiles asks. "You couldn't catch his scent?"

"I don't think he has one." Scott answers. I sigh.

"Any clue on where he could be going?" I ask him. I look around to the front of the club. There were many people inline to try to get inside and passed the bouncer.

"To kill someone." Scott says. I roll my eyes.

Stiles nods, sarcastically. "Ah. That explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now." Stiles sarcastically said, causing Scott to roll his eyes, looking at him with a serious look. "What? Scott, I'm 110 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense." I smile at him.

"Just help me find it." Scott says.

I give him a look. "Not it. Jackson."

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

All right, but does he know that?" Stiles asks us. "Did anybody else see him back at your house?"

"I mean, I don't think so, but he already passed Derek's test anyway." Scott says. 

"Yeah, but that's just the thing. How did he pass the test?" Stiles asks.

"I don't know."

"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?" I ask the two, looking for them to answer. 

"When it's Jackson." I nod at Scott. 

"Uh - guys. See that?" Stiles asks us, we look around the corner and see the Kanima's tail going inside the club by the roof. 

"He's inside." Scott says. 

"What's he gonna do in there?" Stiles asks. 

"I know who he's after." Scott says, causing Stiles and I  to look at him in confusion. 

"What, how? How? Did you smell something?" Stiles asks him.

"Armani." Scott answers. I look and see Danny at the front of the line, walking inside.

We walked over to the backdoor. Stiles tried to open it but it was locked. I sigh.

"Aw, come on." He complains. "All right, maybe there's, like, a, uh - like, a window we could climb through, or some kind of-" Scott cuts him off by ripping off the door handle. "Handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength. How'd I not think of that one?" He asks. I smile at him, he smiles lightly at me before Scott drops the handle, walking inside.

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We walked down the hall and into the club. There was strobe and laser lights flashing everywhere. As well as a disco ball twirling with the techno music.

"Dude, everyone in here's a dude, except for Melanie. I think we're in a gay club." Scott says. 

"Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?" Stiles asks. The two of us turn to see Stiles surrounded by Drag Queens. I laugh.

"Sorry but this guys taken." I say to the three drag queens.

"Damn, well you better take care of him." One of them says.