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The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

The DJ was back to his old tricks, playing Barry White and only Barry White when Derek arrived at work for the evening.

Derek was seriously considering if the whole morality thing was worth it when he could probably dispose of the DJ's body easily enough.

Tempting. So tempting.

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SO TEMPTING.

Clint didn't look like he really wanted to be here, and yet here he was, taking a seat at the bar. "Can I get a beer?" That was a neutral question, right? "I'm going to assume you didn't pick the music."

You were getting a Coors Lite for that question, Barton. A shitty Coors Lite.

"No. I didn't."

Now drink your beer and leave him alooooone. Yeah, like that was about to happen.

Hey, Clint wasn't terribly picky, but crappy beer was going to make him spend more money at Caritas, so there.

"Good, 'cause this isn't really drinking music," Clint said, taking a sip of his beer. "So, I spent some time with Kitty last night. She wasn't in a great mood."

Gee, who knew why that was?

"Really." Derek was not going to play this game with you. Not when he was just full of annoyance at the world and full of crippling self doubt.

"Yeah, really. She said you had a fight over something with Stiles? And I heard some really weird stuff on the radio," Clint said, sighing and rolling the beer bottle between his hands. "I thought he was a really smart kid."

Emphasis on the kid part here, Derek.

Derek inhaled, keeping his expression blank as he could manage. "I'll be sure to pass that along to him."

And hide from everyone for a good, long while.

Oh god, he was the worst person eeeeever.

"I'd settle for you apologizing to Kitty, even if it's just for the sake of making her feel better," Clint said. "I... look, I know I'm not really in a position to tell you what to do or not do with Stiles, but I'm still gonna ask you to be careful with... I don't know, whatever it is the two of you are doing."

If Derek even knew what the hell he was supposed to apologizing for, he might have considered it.

"I am being careful." As careful as you can be when you're from Beacon Hills. The one thing he had going for him there is that he wasn't actively hiding information from Stiles. As is the style of Beacon Hills relationships.

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"Okay, good. I guess I can believe that, because it's Stiles," Clint said. "Also because if you hurt him, I won't be the first one in line to talk to you about that."

He'd totally let Kitty in front of him, sorry Derek.

Oh, how sweet that they thought Derek was going to be the one breaking hearts in this!

"Understood."

Clint looked at Derek for a moment, like he wasn't sure if he was being sincere or not, but he figured it was better to take the agreement than push Derek and get into a fight. "Okay, good. As for Kitty, she just doesn't want to feel out of the loop. You're her friend." He tried not to sound annoyed by that, he really did. "Just tell her stuff that's going on sometimes, and she'll be happy."

Derek gave him a look like he couldn't know believe what was coming out of his mouth. "She's my friend, not my keeper."

Ugh, Clint knew what Kitty liked, but he also kind of agreed with Derek, and that was just a weird position to be in. "I didn't say you have to tell her everything. Just, you know, big things at least. This stuff with you and Stiles seems like a big thing."

Clint was trying not to think about it too hard, but still.

"We're still figuring things out," Derek replied stiffly. "Without outside opinions."

"Yeah, well keep the squirrels away from your romantic post-graduation time or you're gonna get outside opinions whether you want them or not," Clint said. "That's also something friends do, I think."

"I'll keep that in mind," Derek ground out, metaphorical hackles up defensively at that.

Clint smirked a little and took a long sip to finish his beer. "Well, this was a less scarring chat than I thought it might be." Mainly because he hadn't let himself mention sex. "Seriously though, call Kitty or something," he said as he got up. "Or have Stiles say something on your behalf. That could help too."

Seriously. Murder was nigh.

Where the boss might disapprove of any murderous plans. Maybe.

Give me aaaall the food, people.

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The Lounge/Dancefloor

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