The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[justlurkinghere]

So, Derek was now the not so proud manager of an apartment building. Which was. Yeah. It wasn't even abandoned. Or filled with things that could give you tetanus!

How do people even function there?

For those reasons, he wasn't paying any attention to the DJ's music choice tonight. Which was, once again, Taylor Swift based. Because that DJ hated all joy in the world.

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Re: The Bar

[robinonadderall]

"Oh...kay." This town, man. "So you're really gonna take care of the place? Fix the heat when your tenants ask? A lot of pornos start that way."

He had no idea why he said that.

Re: The Bar

[justlurkinghere]

Yeah, that was a weird thing to add here. "...I guess so." But not to the porn part.

Re: The Bar

[robinonadderall]

"I'd be careful if your lady tenants open the door in a bathrobe." Just a suggestion.

Re: The Bar

[justlurkinghere]

Stiles. Why. Why would you do this to him?

"I don't think that will happen." Oh, Derek. It'll happen.

Re: The Bar

[robinonadderall]

"Have you looked at yourself? Of course it's gonna happen," he said. "You're like horny housewife bait."

Re: The Bar

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm not going to sleep with housewives, Stiles." Gawd. He had taste.

Re: The Bar

[robinonadderall]

"Uh huh suuuuuure," he said. "That's what they all say."

Re: The Bar

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm not desperate." Like you. OH BURN.

Re: The Bar

[robinonadderall]

"They don't seem like your type anyway." Young English teachers were apparently his style.

Re: The Bar

[justlurkinghere]

Maybe he enjoyed a good literary analysis!

"And just what is my type." Other than people to bleed on a lot.

Re: The Bar

[robinonadderall]

"I...don't know exactly." He had an idea though. "But I get the feeling it's not housewives."