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Some people. Stiles knew exactly who the guest had been thinking of behind those words. Some of their co-workers were careless, easy… And he refused to think that maybe his brother fell into that kind of category. He gave a nod, waited for the older man to order before asking for the same for himself. At least it was only half the alcohol of their typical drinks; simple, quick, and no one said he needed to finish it. “I don’t usually drink much,” he explained. That was more Sloan’s territory, after all. “You, uh… You should tell me a little more about yourself. Like how long you’ve been coming here? How you… Knew my name? At least I can say I’ve heard about you, and not have to worry about confusing you with a twin. Some of the people we work with still can’t tell the two of us apart…” They’d been getting better at it, of course, and the ‘usual’ clients that hung around them had probably noticed the drinking habits between the two. Though, he could never be too sure just what it was that Derek had picked up on… And if he had – why hadn’t he looked for Sloan that night instead of himself? “You don’t have to tell me,” he quickly corrected. “I’m just rambling.”

                   _{Derek catches himself watching digits settling on the bend of Stiles’ knee, thumb flicking back and forth as he listened to the rambling and questions. Talkative for certain but Hale liked that – liked how close he could get without it being somewhat off-putting. Plenty in the club had a thing about space upfront, Jeremy and Kira not being among them. Respect is always key. After a moment, the man offers a nod and lets his eyes shift back to gentle features with just the right kind of harshness to them, lingering from the club lighting that flickers with the beat every now and again. “Well, it was actually a little easy. For one, you aren’t wearing a security shirt.” Derek lets out, the hand settled on the young man’s hip plucks at the shirt gently for emphasis. “Second, your breath doesn’t smell like alcohol – not that it would be a bad thing. I’ve been coming here for six years, it’s easy to pick up on the differences of employees. Not to mention I get to hear all the gossip floating around. From what I’ve heard, your brother likes to get a little more wild when he isn’t working security. Deduction lead me to believe minus the shirt, booze, and party frat boy demeanor – you aren’t him.” It all comes out in an even string of sentences, voice a little louder when the music picks up. They are momentarily interrupted with drinks offered over from the waiter but Derek notes a remark that must be made, though far from urgent. After a quick sip, he leans towards an ear. “I was looking for something more… calm tonight. Maybe another time you can introduce me to your brother but for now, I just want you.”}

sarcastiiles-blog : "Don't you have something better to do on a Saturday night than sitting around, reading?" (derek)

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                   _{Sigh is released through nostrils, eyes closing for a moment – then soon enough flickering up towards the teen. “I like reading, Stiles.” Huffed out with a roll of his eyes. Of course the other would want to do more thrilling activities but Derek preferred the quiet and a good book. There was nothing wrong with it. “This is my something better. If it’s too boring for you, go bother Scott.” Eyes divert back towards the pages of the book in his lap, digits searching over lettering to find where he left off. Though not before asking – “Or is he on another date this weekend?”}

_{COD DAMMIT SHANE}

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Nathan cleared his throat, did what he could to hide the anxiety that spiked with the invasion of his personal space – arms crossed over his chest as if the gesture alone could close him into an invisible box that couldn’t have been crowded as easily as open space. He couldn’t lie, his attention fell to the sound of the other male’s heart, the scent of his blood; too far from his words until he snapped himself out of it. “Dunno. How does wanting to take over a blood bank and lock everyone else out sound? Do I still qualify as sane to you?”

                    _{Bark of a laugh rumbles out at the way Nathan replies – he’s certainly losing his shit. “Trust me, you can’t get more insane than your brother Stiles. That pair is a walking disaster of crazy.” The wolf lets out with a roll of shoulders but he hardly moves away. No, he leans forward just a touch more. Gauges the coldness, the residing ticks of anxiety here and there. “Better get a handle on yourself, kid. One strike tends to be the limit in a place like this.”}

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                _{Personal space be damned – the alpha is curious about this one. Brows furrowing up as he gets close enough to peer at the newest Stilinski arrival. Scent of vampire is disgusting but there is just enough lingering fox to make it tolerable. “How have you been holding up since the Council slapped your scrawny little wrist?”}

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Once again, Stiles had frozen at Derek’s words; felt like he could have either died or came then and there on the spot and would have been completely fine with it. Perhaps the blush that rushed across his cheeks said more than words ever could have, but he tried to ignore the heat in his face and shrugged off the ‘darling’ the best he could. “It’s not an offer I take lightly, so I guess dangerous isn’t such a bad thing.” Had that even made sense?! He would have kicked himself if he weren’t still so lost in staring at the older man. “Yeah… It’s Stiles,” was all he could manage, though he wanted to ask how he knew them apart without talking to them before. Instead of continuing, he slid up close to the other before (not so subtly) moving to settle himself across his lap; legs to one side and an arm around the guest’s neck. “This is… This is so much better. You have no…” Fingertips pressed to the muscles of broad shoulders, down one side of his back, and all he could do was bite his lip for a moment. “Sorry. What was I saying? Did you want a drink?”

                _{“As long as you don’t – I know how some of these people can operate around here.” Derek remarks as he shifts just a touch and watches the other carefully. At least the name was right, thankfully memory serves well enough. However, the moment that body is in closer proximity – Derek can feel the warmth radiating and his skin prickles lightly before a buzz sets through in the moment Stiles manages his way where the man wished he would settle most. One arm moves to rest lightly on a hip, smile bright as the young man attempts his words – seems to get lost. God he is attractive and adorable. Enjoyment is taken with how those digits trail over skin, at the way Stiles seems to be somewhat enamored. “Think a drink would be good.” Maybe help calm him down as mouth waters and he’s trying to behave – to keep his hand as casually placed as possible instead of petting over any skin Derek could come in contact with. “Rum and coke – you can get whatever you like. And then, tell me a little about you, what you like, any rules…I’d hate to upset someone so beautiful and miss out on anything.”}

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He almost immediately found himself chanting ‘I’m a tease. I’m a tease. I’m a tease.’ in his head as the older male caught his attention. Gorgeous eyes, kissable mouth, broad shoulders, and – from what he could see through his moment of staring – defined muscle laying under thin fabric. God, it took everything Stiles had to not offer himself up completely in that very moment. “Uh, yeah… My brother’s… Somewhere.” Though he couldn’t bother to tear his eyes away to look for him just then. “You can buy whatever you want,” fuck. He’d tried not to say that, he really did. Stilinski let out a soft huff and smiled, waved over one of the waitresses while looking over the empty spots. “Do you want me beside you or across? How close do you wanna be before we move to the back?”

                _{Was he broken? Derek blinked twice, smile still there before the other finally spoke out and a sight of relief wafted out. “Well good thing I’m not looking for him then.” Breathed with amusement before he got a little more comfortable, tried not to laugh at the way those words came out. He made a good choice in general, anyone with eyes could see that – but Derek still wanted to get to know the other a little more. Judging by the lack of drunken behavior, Hale could only assume this was Stiles. “That’s a dangerous offer there, darling.” Soon enough Derek is trying to bite hit tongue on where to sit because his face is an option – though it’s far too soon for any of that. “I enjoy the closeness of company, so either directly beside or my leg. Choice is yours of course, Stiles. It is Stiles, right? I just want you to be comfortable more than anything.”}

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               _{“Twins, huh? Guess this place is really stepping it up.” Derek notes as he looks over one of the Stilinski boys that he’s heard so much about. Cracks a smile, something charming, as he leans forward slightly in his seat. “Mind if I buy some of your time and a drink?”}

sarcastiiles-blog : ❝ I just forgot how stairs work. ❞

                ^{“Which just so happens you magically forgot right after we had to kiss. Did your brain short circuit? Have you ever even been kissed before – Christ, Stiles.” Admittedly, at least not verbally anyways, it was kind of cute.}