Poles
“Did you know that Stiles is great at pole dancing?” Scott asked one day as the pack, including the human he was talking about, was sitting around Derek’s living room eating pizza.
Isaac choked.
“What?” Erica gasped, clearly overjoyed. “When? Where?”
“High school, Jungle,” Stiles grunted, watching Isaac choke on his pizza in amusement. “I needed the money, and I just turned 18. So why not?”
“It’s pole dancing,” Isaac said weekly.
“Yes, and I’m a very flexible person. I need to explore my abilities.”
“No you don’t.”
“Can you show us?” Erica asked, eyes wide and hopeful.
“No,” Stiles said in a deadpan.
“Why?” Scott and Erica whined together.
“Because first of all, ew. Second of all, there’s no pole.” Stiles gave Scott a look. “And why do you want to see it?”
“Because it’s amazing, dude! No laws of physics.”
Stiles raised his eyebrows. “Give me 50 bucks and a pole and you got yourself a deal.”
Erica jumped up to her feet. “There’s a pole at my house.”
“I got the 50 bucks,” Boyd replied.
Stiles groaned and sank into the couch with a firm pout.
Scott grinned and clapped Stiles on the shoulder. “Come on, Stiles. No time to loose.”
“I literally hate all of you.”
Anyone else want to finish this for me? XD
Lil’ something for @pale-silver-comb even though it’s not much
