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The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

The DJ would probably like to claim that the musical choice for the day was a dig at Derek because that would be preferable to admitting it was a malfunctioning board. Buuuut that would be a damn dirty lie.

That didn't make Derek feel any better about it, though. Which was why he was behind the bar, looking surly this evening.

What do you mean that was what he always did? There were varying stages of surly, damn it. Varying stages.

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Surly was great for business. Just ask Tiny.

Since Stiles was ninety percent sure showing up at the bar was not against the whole confusing space thing he didn't skip stopping by this week. "You look cheerful."

He was a teenage girl, you know this, Stiles.

"The music could be worse." Somehow.

"Ke$ha is awesome." Stiles had the greatest taste in music ever, this is fact.

Lies. So many lies.

"Uh huh." Derek pushed a cherry coke over without prompting this week.

"Thanks." Prepare to be assaulted, straw! "What would you prefer the DJ to be playing? Something dark like your soul? Linkin Park?"

Hey, their new stuff wasn't that bad!

And yes, Derek had totally been that teenager to listen sing about 'craaaaawling in hiiiiis skiiiiiiin'. Angstly little werewolf.

"Shut up, Stiles," he replied, rolling his eyes.

"Oh my god you were totally into them," Stiles said, laughing. "Did you like Korn too?"

"I will throw you out of this bar." He would do no such thing.

"I'm taking that as a yes," he said. "Hey, it's cool, Scott and I had a Fall Out Boy thing for a long time."

"At least it wasn't Evanescence." Yeah, you two bond over angst filled music from a bygone era.

"No I dodged a bullet there." He had enough reasons for people to mock him, he didn't need to add to it. Speaking of-- "Oh! I forgot, I need your advice. Derek Hale fashion advice."

Tight pants and a leather jacket. BAM.

"Is that so."

"Yeah, I got invited to this girl's birthday party this weekend in Beacon Hills," Stiles said. "I've known Heather since we were, like, babies but we don't see each other very often so I kind of need to impress her."

Stiles felt a little weird about mentioning Heather around Derek but that was the part of him that still thought about the weekend that shall not be spoken of and therefore should be ignored.

Did Ke$ha just kick off for The Sound of Silence to start playing? Maybe the DJ fixed whatever was wrong with the board.

"If it's in Beacon Hills, maybe something you can run in," Derek suggested after a moment of glaring at the DJ. Or just glaring in general.

Stiles turned to give the DJ a confused look. "What the hell?"

He shook his head and turned back towards the bar. That guy was insane. "I think the party's going to be pretty safe, Derek. Heather's completely normal, she even goes to a different school in Beacon Hills. Once that doesn't have a high murder rate."

"It's still Beacon Hills." He grew up there. He knew the score!

"Fine, I'll wear sneakers," Stiles said, rolling his eyes. "Scott's going with me, it's not like I'll be completely alone."

"Oh, if Scott's going," Derek drawled, clearly so impressed by this.

"Dude, it's just a party. A normal high school party where the hostess isn't likely to poison me with wolfsbane like the last time." Stiles, not helping. "I trust this girl. We used to take bubble baths together."

When they were three.

Stiles, you weren't helping your case at all.

"Do I even want to ask about the details of that?"

"We were like three, pervert," Stiles said. "Our moms were best friends before mine died. So we go waaaaay back. Far enough that I can tell you with confidence that she is not plotting my death."

Unless the death of his virginity counted.

Oh sure, make him pensive about it, Stiles. Real nice.

Derek sighed, taking the time to shove a non-destroyed straw at him. "Fine. I'll help you pick out an outfit."

But he wouldn't enjoy it.

"Jeez I thought you would be happier over the opportunity to dress me," Stiles said, pulling the destroyed straw out of his drink and replacing it with the new one. "I thought my flannel offended you."

It offended him on so many levels. So, so many.

"This is my happy face," Derek deadpanned.

"Your happy face looks a lot like your annoyed face."

"Funny how that is when you're concerned." He was a pro at this sort of thing, thank you.

Excuse him for not being a sensitive English teacher who had the power to draw real smiles out of you, Derek!

"Oh I'm annoying, haven't heard that one before," he said. "That was sarcasm, by the way. I get told how annoying I am all the time."

GET TO WORK ON THAT, STILES. GOD.

"I never would have guessed that." Oh, don't get into a sarcasm off, you guys. With won't end well.

"Oh yeah, all the time. I probably hear it as often you hear yourself being called a sourfaced dick." Oh burn.

You better get yourself the cemetery because that was a third degree burn. And your entire family is dead.

So.

"Not to my face." Other than you. And Kitty. And Mike sometimes. Jack if he was being especially douchey. Barton had no problem with it.

Shut up, Stiles.

"I find that hard to believe," Stiles said. "Though I guess not all of us are disillusioned by that tough guy act."

"Do you want my help or not?" Derek asked with a totally 'tough guy' huff.

"Um, duh, of course I do, I don't know what clothes cute girls like." And he decided that Derek did know. Somehow. "I'm teasing you."

"Clothing that fits usually," Derek shot back, shoulders relaxing ever so slightly, though.

Yes, Stiles. Wear far too tight jeans so that people can't stop looking at your ass. Like Derek.

"My clothes fit." Just because he wasn't sewn into them didn't mean they didn't fit.

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Says you.

"Maybe fewer t-shirts too." Macy's trip? Was there a Macy's trip in their future?

"What else am I supposed to wear if I can't wear t-shirts?" That was what went under his flannel!

"Sweaters." Maybe shirts with a really low v. Yes, take Danny's thing from him. "Normal shirts."

This sounded like crazy talk to him, but he was the one that asked Derek for advice. "Okay, fine."

He would definitely pitch a fit if any deep v shirts got near him though.

Just because you had some weird phobia about people seeing your chest, Stiles.

"You'll thank me." But he wasn't showing you how to pick the right color or pattern.

"Hey, if it gets me a shot with this girl I'll bake you a cake." It'll be a "Just Had Sex" cake.

Why must you test him so, Stiles? Why?

"Food poisoning. Great."

"Hey! I can bake a cake!" Maybe. Possibly. "It wouldn't give you food poisoning."

Because it would be burnt so bad that no bacteria could survive.

Oh, Stiles would find a way for bacteria to show up on it. Possibly by dropping it in his bedroom. Derek did not trust Cade's cleanliness.

"Just--" Oh god, he was forcing himself to say this. "--Have. A nice. Time."

That was about as encouraging as he could get. Because teenagers shouldn't have sex. Because of reasons.

What. What the fuck even.. Stiles looked at Derek like he had just been replaced by a pod person. "...thank you, I will?"

He figured it was best to be polite just in case whatever alien parasite that took over Derek decided to attack.

Rock out to some Ke$ha.

Are you invited?

I've had this song stuck in my head all day.

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