The music in the club vibrated the floors underneath the stools, the liquid in drink glasses rippling to the beat. It was damn near deafening, but there's the classic thing of the more people drink... the more the hearing goes, so naturally as the night went on, the music got turned up.
The Pack chose a couple of tables away from most people, just to hear each other talk if nothing else. Sam, Darlin', David, and Angel at one; Asher, Babe, Milo, and Sweetheart at the one close by, to the point of scooting the tables together to group up a little easier.
David felt a little bad about dragging Sam to another club, mostly because of how loud the music was, just to get told that the Vamp was ultimately used to it. David did not question what that meant, nor did he want to know.
Angel had one too many drinks and ended up clinging to their husband's side, and the others learned that when Angel was tipsy, they were even more affectionate. The others didn't even know that was possible.
Darlin' kept on strong, seemingly unaffected by everything. They've been to their fair share of these, so they get used to nursing drinks. And of course, their mate was even more unaffected by the drinks, but that was pretty obvious.
Sweetheart and Babe were trying to hear each other talk over the music, eventually giving up and texting to one another just to have some semblance of a conversation.
All while Milo kept glaring at anyone getting even within five feet of his mate. It took a bit for Sweetheart to catch on.
"Babe, if you keep that up, you're gonna burn a hole in someone."
"Good," he huffed, an arm around them at all times, "maybe it'd teach them not to fuck with me."
"C'mon, Milo," Ash traced around the rim of his drink, "no one is gonna be stupid enough to mess with you or your mate. Pretty sure we've all got enough of a reputation for people to know not to do something stupid."
"I still don't trust a damn person in this place. Not with the amount of booze that's flowin' through here."
"Sometimes I can't decide which one can get more jealous, you or David over there—"
"Your back is literally right there," David leaned back to look at the Beta, "you're not slick. And I do not get jealous."
Every single other one at the table, even Angel, gave him the same disbelieving look; just making him scoff and go back to talking with the ones at his table.
"Either way," Milo jabbed a finger towards the back of David, "he still beats me on that. I've heard him, everyone's heard him. I do not get jealous—"
"Bullshit," Ash, Babe, and Sweetheart all said in unison.
Milo gave his mate a heatless look, "Hey, you're supposed to be on my side!"
"Well, out of all people," they laid their head against his shoulder, "I know best that you definitely get jealous."
He ended up puffing out a huff instead of attempting to refute it, he really couldn't once he thought about it.
Ash went to stand from the table, "I'm gonna get this topped off," he held up his glass with a little shake of it, "I'll be back, don't miss me too much," he teased as he gave his mate a quick kiss before weaving through people and tables.
"How can he not spill any of that goin' through all those people..." Milo rolled his eyes, "Guess I don't got the knack for that shit, if I tried, I know I'd get my ass beat accidentally spillin' something on the wrong guy."
"Eh, I think you could take it," Sweetheart commented, getting a sip of their drink. "I believe in you, baby."
"I guess I'll take that sentiment in good heart that you think I'd win a fight against some drunk brawler."
"Drunk people feel no pain," Babe looked towards the dance floor then back to the table, "but they also have the coordination of a baby deer on ice, so yeah... You could take one on."
"Let's just hope I don't find out either fuckin' way, huh?"
Babe snorted and looked around to see if they could see Ash from where they were. There was way too many people to see him specifically, but they knew the general vicinity based on catching his voice every so often.
They noticed some random guy looking at them from across the club, instantly looking away.
Don't do that damn thing.
Don't do that fucking thing of thinking they were flirting just catching the dude's eye for 0.5 seconds.
Fucking hell, he did the thing...
Babe tried to ignore the voice behind them, maybe if they ignored him, he'd go away...
"The name's Devin," the guy continued, taking Asher's chair to sit.
"So..." Devin leaned over, "what's your name, huh?"
Babe eyed him suspiciously, giving the guy a once over before carefully saying their name. The guy repeated it a few times, as if he was trying it out.
"Ay, dickhead," Milo snapped his fingers a few times, "if ya ain't noticed, we didn't wantcha here, and besides," he sat back with a snort, "they're fuckin' married."
"Married, huh?" Devin acted like he didn't believe it, "I don't see a ring."
"Maybe open your god damn eyes and get ya head outta your ass," Milo muttered into his drink as he sipped on it, and thankfully, the music drowned his words out, "takes two fuckin seconds to look...
Babe instead held up their ring hand to show that they weren't kidding. "Two years."
"Oh yeah?" The guy got dangerously close to them. "Then where's the fabled husband, huh? I don't see him."
The guy rolled his eyes and turned, having to look up to see a stone faced Asher.
The beta's lip quirked up in a sarcastic sneer, "Now you see him."
Devin gave him a once over, "I don't see much."
Milo was about to jump the guy, but his mate held him back; David stayed quiet, eyeing the interaction in the corner of his eye while Sam and Darlin' gave the creep a glare.
Ash could tell the guy was unempowered based on the lack of a core, so he was going to give him the benefit of the doubt. He was going to try and be nice... Nah.
"I'm gonna say this once, and once only," he bent down to get up in the guy's face as he growled out a low, teeth bared in a warning, "get... the fuck... away from them..."
Instead of having the effect Ash wanted, the guy just scoffed, "Or else what? Huh? You don't look all that tough."
Ash didn't look insulted but oh he felt it. His expression barely changed as he straightened up. "Wanna bet?"
"Yeah," the guy egged him on, "I do, actually. Bet you a round of drinks that you can't do sh—iiiiit—hey!! Let go, you fucking asshole!!"
Before the entire threat went through, Ash grabbed the front of the guy's shirt and yanked him up. He ended up holding the guy up about a foot or so off the ground, eyes nearly glowing in the dim lighting.
"One last time. Fuck. Off."
Ash slung him to the side, the guy stumbling a few steps before hitting into a group that was dancing... To which the group of clearly sloshed attempts of dancers let the guy have it instead.
Ash brushed himself off before taking his seat again, his expression immediately changing, "Hey, didn't spill my drink, cool!"
Meanwhile, the others looked stunned. Even David.
"Damn, Ash," Milo was impressed, "didn't know you had that in ya."
"The only thing I have in my is a few drinks and some leftover energy from a few Red Bulls earlier," Ash shrugged it off, getting a long sip of his drink of choice.
"Nah, I'm serious," Milo shook his head, "I've never seen you like that before in my life!"
"I didn't even know you could do that, "David chimed in as he sat back in his seat, "and yet there's still people wondering why I chose you as my Beta. They haven't seen that side of you before."
"I don't like showing it, I'll be honest," Ash tapped along the glass, "it just... I dunno, makes me sound like a dick."
His attention turned to his mate when they propped their chin on his shoulder. He glanced over to see them smirking.
"I personally think it's hot~"
Ash felt heat rise to his cheeks, burning the tips of his ears, "Ye-yeah? You do?"
"Mmmhmmm..." They tugged on his collar to pull him down close, "Very~"
The two felt like it was just them until David cleared his throat and Sam finally spoke up.
"Keep it in your damn pants, for fuck's sake..."
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