𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ➸𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 ꟾ𝟏ꟾ

2.6.2

Walking around the club, we finally find a rear door. Stiles tries the handle, but it won't open.

"Aw, come on." He says before stepping away. "Alright, maybe there's, like a, uh— like, a window we could climb through."

I hear the sound of metal crushing, making me turn back to Scott to see him ripping the door handle completely off and handing it to Stiles.

"Or a handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength." He comments as Scott and I slip inside. "How did I not think of that?"

I pull back a black curtain, following Scott into the main room. The music is pulsating so much that I can feel my heartbeat align with the beat and there are so many flashing lights that I'm starting to get a headache. Okay, maybe clubs aren't really for me.

"Dude... Everyone in here's a dude!" Scott screams to us over the music. "I think this is a gay club!"

"Nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?" Stiles mocks as I turn to him, noticing that he's surrounded by drag queens.

I can't help but chuckle, but I get a taste of my own medicine as one of them walks up to me and grabs my arm before tracing her long fingernails over my chest.

"You're really tall." She compliments, a seductive edge to her voice as she looks up at me. "I find that very hot."

"Uh, thanks?" I give the drag queen a nervous smile before she takes her arm off of mine as Scott pulls Stiles and I towards the bar.

I prop my arms onto the counter as Stiles nods at the bartender. "Three beers."

"ID's?"

I pull out my leather wallet and place down the fake ID that Stiles had made for me onto the bar next to his and Scott's.

The bartender raises an eyebrow at us before chuckling. "How about three cokes?"

"Rum and coke? Sure!" Stiles says enthusiastically, but the bartender just gives him an 'are you serious' look. "Coke's fine, actually. I'm driving anyway."

The bartender gives us back our "ID's" as I turn to Scott. "Does it always have to end in death when the Kanima's around? Maybe... maybe Jackson just likes to experiment."

Scott shakes his head. "Not tonight."

I sigh, really wishing that everything didn't have to end up in a bloody mess as the bartender hands us our drinks.

"That one's paid for." He points to Scott's coke before motioning to a guy across the bar, who's raising his beer to him.

I give the bartender some money to pay for mine and Stiles' drinks as Scott turns to us, not being able to keep the smile off of his face as he plays with his straw.

"Oh, shut up." Stiles groans, jealousy evident in his tone.

"I didn't say anything."

"Yeah, well, your face did." I laugh as Stiles brings the straw to his lips as we turn around.

"Hey, I found Danny." Stiles announces as he places his drink onto the counter.

"I found Jackson."

I look up, seeing Jackson moving like Spiderman across the ceiling before his slitted eyes gaze down to the dance floor below, more specifically, to Danny.

"Get Danny." Scott orders, but I can't avert my eyes from the creature above.

"What are you going to do?" Stiles wonders, but Scott opens his fist and allows his claws to extend. "Works for me."