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Derek jerks his head toward the bar and the two of them follow Stiles and make small talk as they wait for the bartender to pay attention to them. When she does and makes their drinks, Stiles steps aside so that they can all do a shot.

"You're a bad influence," Scott says in his ear. He has to shout it over the music but Stiles hears and grins at him, tipping his head back, and maybe it's the alcohol but something about the pale column of his neck is strangely alluring in the dim lighting of the club.

Stiles passes out drinks and leans toward Scott to yell, "Wanna dance?" in his ear.

Scott grins and nods. He glances at Derek who shrugs and gestures to the bar. Scott has a feeling he might be wanting to hit on the bartender, so he and Stiles leave him to it. The dancefloor is crowded and even once they're further in, there's no sign of Cora and Lydia.

Scott starts moving to the music, the thud of the bass making his skin vibrate. He tries not to make his moves too lewd, nothing like they'd be at work, but his hips still writhe in a way that the angle of Stiles' eyebrows suggest they approve of.

Stiles steps up close and the two of them move together, in sync. It's a kind of practice, Scott thinks, a kind of preparation for the stage. It's almost improvising, but there's a lot more heat and instinct to it for it to ever be part of performance.

Stiles has one thigh between his own and the friction between them is magnetizing. Scott hopes - prays, really - that Derek doesn't decide to join them now. Around them there are couples engaged in similar moves, and it's the first time Scott's really thought of them as a couple.

They're not, of course, but right now it feels like they are.

Almost without his bidding his lips find the dip in Stiles' collarbone and press there, softly, as their hips slide together, against each other, moving with a rhythm that can't quite be contained.

He hears Stiles groan over the music.

Stiles leans in close and Scott can feel his breath on his ear.

"I need some air," Stiles shouts, and then he steps back and Scott misses his warmth immediately. He watches Stiles as far into the crowd as he can, and then he turns and leaves.