stylin_stiles

Vamp

Whatever Stiles had built up in his head when he heard the words "gay bar", he wasn't sure that Jungle was it. Sure there was the bad dance music and the flashing lights that made his head spin a little, but weren't there supposed to be like guys in cages dancing or something? He was pretty sure he'd seen that on TV. Not that it mattered, not like he was here for himself or anything. Just coming to spend some quality time with his good friend and teammate Danny.

Danny who he almost never spoke to.

Danny who didn't technically know he was here...

So he'd overheard Danny mention a teen night at the club to Jackson and decided to sneak over...just to see. Research purposes only.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I promise I didn't put anything in it. I'm not that kind of guy," Derek said with a chuckle. "But I'll prove it if you need me to."

Stiles raised an eyebrow, he was pretty sure the guy was fine but his curiosity got the better of him. "Ok, prove it."

Derek reached slowly and took the drink back, and poured a little from Stiles'glass into his own, having taken a few pulls from his already. "There. Now if I roofied you, I've roofied myself."

"I mean...that doesn't really prove anything," he shook his head, taking his drink back. "Nice gesture and everything, but like I don't know the density of the stuff that could be in here, maybe it's all at the bottom. Or yeah if you poor some in your glass maybe then that's whatever it is diluted a bunch so less of an effect, that's also dismissing the idea that maybe you built up a tolerance and-" he stopped, realizing he was rambling. "You know what? I'm just gonna...uh.." he tipped the beer back, taking a swing and only wincing a little at the taste. "Thank you, I think is supposed to be the response. Thank you for the drink."

Derek's smile slowly grew as he watched Stiles ramble on. Oh this was highly amusing. Tonight was going to be memorable, at least that.

He noticed the wince though. "You don't like it. Would you like something different? Something that you're 100% sure isn't drugged," Derek asked with a smirk.

"What?" he laughed, "no! No, this is awesome..beer," he took a bigger swig this time, handling back his shiver. "I drink it all the time, just not usually this...umm...warm."

Derek couldn't help but chuckle a boy. "I can get you something a little fruitier if you'd like. Might be more your speed."

"Wow, wait fruitier? The hell are you implying?" he demanded, before looking around for a moment. "You mean because of the whole...gay bar thing. Look I'm just here to observe, no..uh...participating."

Derek smiled a little, listening to the boy ramble again. "That's not what I meant. I just meant something that's not beer.

"You're just here to observe? What are you watching for? Your friends?"

"Friends!" he pointed at the attractive older man...cause yeah he might have noticed he was attractive. "I do have some of those, in here somewhere. I just...never been here before, wanted to check it out. Kind of a sausage party," he joked, laughing nervously to make sure the guy knew he wasn't being serious.

Oh he was too cute. Derek leaned up against the bar, close to the teen, smiling a little. "Do you like that it's a bit of a sausage fest? Or is it too much for you?"

Stiles shrugged, ducking his head a little to hide his tiny smirk. "Yeah...I mean I don't mind it."

"Don't mine? Or enjoy," Derek asked, dropping his head so he could see that little smirk. Oh this one was too cute to just eat and leave.

"Don't mind, and mildly enjoy," he shrugged, cheeks turning slightly red. Because he continued to insist to himself that he was just having some curious thoughts about guys, that he was just questioning a little. Then again there was nothing to really question about the fluttering in his chest when the stranger smiled.

"Mildly enjoy. Alright. So I guess asking to sit with you wouldn't be too much to ask," Derek asked, keeping the small smile on his lips.

He blinked a few times in shock, "I..uh...yes? I mean no! No as in no that wouldn't be too much to ask, not no like..just sit down," he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. Why couldn't he just shut up??

Derek couldn't help but chuckle this time before he took a pull from his glass. "I've got a table over there if you wanted to go sit down. We could talk. Unless your friends are nearby?"

He looked towards where Derek gestured, you could reserve tables here? How did somebody do that. "Sure, I guess. I mean I'm not that interesting, and I can't stay that late," he took another sip of his drink, mostly to get himself to stop talking.

"You've got school tomorrow," Derek asked, leading him over to his table. Beer? Check. Table? Check. Backroom? Working on it.

Stiles weighed his options for a moment, debating on whether or not he should try lying. Didn't seem worth it in the end. "Yeah, math test," he blushed as he sat down at the private little table.

"Well it's a good thing that you're just having beer then, huh," he teased, sitting down across from Stiles, where they could both get a good view of the dance floor. "Just... tell me I didn't hand a minor his first beer?"

"First?" he chuckled, "no, no not first. My dad used to let me sneak beers sometimes. You did totally hand a minor a beer, thankfully I'm already corrupted."

"Oh I knew you were a minor already. Just glad I'm not the first to give you one," Derek said with a smile, watching Stiles and the dance floor at the same time.

He followed the man's line of sight and saw the dance floor. "Hey if you wanna dance no worries, I can hold your table or whatever."

"Oh no. I don't have that much rhythm for this kind of dancing," Derek said. "But if you do I'd be happy to go out there with you."

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject