Sparking Iridium

Chapter 1: Barring None, Open for One

Key for this chapter:

Stiles' Thoughts

Anyone Else's Thoughts

'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...'

///Memories///

POVs

""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""

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Warning: Alternative POVs

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Derek was exhausted really there were no other words for the pure agony coursing through him. Laura and Cora had suddenly decided to go clubbing, as if having Laura as a classic bridezilla wasn't enough. Shaking his head he decided he'd finish his whiskey drink concoction with bright orange color and the eye stinging pink umbrella.

He would have given it back, but when Laura had plopped in front of him demanding he take a sip—and it was Laura, he'd have to be mental to go against her—before she stalked off to hell only knew where.

He would have pushed the glass away after the cursory first sip, but there were two problems with that choice. One; he'd taken the first sip, a guy who looked super shy, squealed happily screeching with decibels, bats would envy:

'Oh My Gawd!!! '

Which what the hell even, God was spelt 'G-O-D'.

'If someone like you who's all butch can drink something like that, so can I!'

After he unwillingly started a trend for that, he realized that two; the drink tasted oddly great, and only wild horses would have to drag him away from it, kicking and screaming.

What? It was a good drink. Plus the guy at the bar said it was the best they had.

Though besides the drink, the company he was keeping was dry as they came; thin air has that effect on most people.

Derek sighed heavily, he wanted to go home, and it had been three hours since he'd been stuck here, he'd just find Cora and Laura get their keys and then leave—there Big Brother Duty done!

"Creeper Ex!!"

"Creeper Ex!!"

Derek blinked at the completely random statement; he looked up from his orangey-concoction and smirked as a lithe young man with a strange constellation of dark moles that stood out in odd contrast with his almost iridium like pale skin. His build though on the leaner side wasn't without strength all in all he was rather gorgeous, except for the fact that he was mumbling to himself and looking rather wildly feral around the eyes;

"Creeper Ex!! Headed this way... Oh God! Stiles, think, think! What do I do!!?"

Stiles?? What the hell's a Stiles?

The lithe man moved to the bar, "Okay I can do this, all I have to do is blend in, what could be so hard. Act causal, act casual!" he muttered staring at the bar top right next to Derek.

Derek watched him from a few amusing seconds, where the man seemed to want to fuse himself to the bar, finally having a rare moment of pity he sighed;

"You know", he leaned into his space, "If you're trying to be inconspicuous, you're failing at it, painfully", he added simply.

The man looked up jolting as he almost stumbled back.