Sourpuss.

The rustling of clothes being tossed in a black duffle bag and the faint sound of heels clipping on the wooden floor resonated through the two bed hotel room as the only sounds being made; the only light was coming from the red glow of sunlight through the horrible maroon colored curtains across the room.

The occupant growled in frustration at the fiery red mane that kept getting in their face and pulled it back, tying it into a messy bun with the hair tie they had on their wrist before going back to stuffing the bag with clothing.

The sound of someone turning a key into the door alerted the occupant into rushing to the only place that was decent enough to be considered a hiding spot due to the shadows encasing it-behind the door.

Jingling of keys falling to the ground followed by a hush was the first thing they heard when the door was pushed open and the bright afternoon sunlight spilled into the room, illuminating the gold and maroon color scheme of the suite.

“Hurry up, the managers going to come up here if I don’t bring the keys back in five minutes” A familiar males voice spoke as two shadows appeared in the sunlight, the figures moving into the room to stand just far enough from the doorway for it to be shut with an eerie creak.

“Dude, why’d you close the door?” the other intruder asked; his voice also very familiar to the occupant.

“I didn’t”

“Then who di-“Oomph!” the males body flew backwards and onto the bed on the left, his heart rate increasing in fear and surprise.

“Scott? What happe-“he was interrupted by someone’s hand covering his mouth and another going around his waist to rest on his hip.

“Is there a reason you decided to just barge into somebody else’s hotel room without an invitation?” the heavy drawl of the redhead they’d met the previous day asked.

Scott opened his mouth to reply but she unleashed her claws and tapped them along Stiles’ hipbone, his eyes widening in terror at Scott for help. “I really don’t want to mar his pretty skin”

“We were trying to get your scent”

“Why?” Scott’s eyes darted to Stiles’ and she pressed her claws into his hip, not enough to break the skin but enough for him to feel the sting and squirm slightly in her grasp.

“Derek thinks you may be involved in the recent murders”

“Is that so?” She tilted her head to the side and stared off into space for a moment before she sighed and let go of Stiles, her claws retracting as he stepped away and pulled up his shirt, looking for any signs of her piercing his skin and giving her a great view of his nice stomach and happy trail.

“We ain’t doing it”

“Yet you’ve been staying in this hotel for the past week, more than enough time to start the murders” Stiles accused.

“Yeah, but how is it possible for us to commit the murders when we’re always with each other here or at the bar?” 

“You could be lying to cover it up” she gave him a droll stare and walked over to the nightstand between the two beds and pulled out a stack of receipts.

“These are from the bar and for the room service, all of which clash with the murders” she handed them to Stiles and plopped down on her bed, her arms behind her and her legs crossed at the ankles.

He flipped through the papers and looked up at Scott, shrugging. “She’s right, they do”

“So let’s say you didn’t kill them, why did the Sherriff take your Alpha in for questioning?” Scott asked.

“She was walking back from the liquor store last night at the same time of the murder; someone saw her and reported it” the two boys looked at each other and Scott nodded, confirming that it was in fact the truth.

“Okay, so what now?”

She smiled then, pushing herself up so she was standing and grinning mischievously. “Now, I go pick Evan up and we go to see your Alpha”

~~~

Evangeline, or Evan as she liked to be called, stepped out of the interrogation room with her stomach growling and her arms above her head, stretching.

“Since you’ve been cleared of the other murders so far, you’re free to go” Sherriff Stilinski greeted her as they walked down the hall towards the reception desk.

“Lemme guess, I can’t leave town” she sarcastically replied, receiving a nod from the Sherriff.

“Have a good day and try to stay out of trouble” He bid her farewell and then disappeared behind his offices door, leaving her to finish walking to the reception by herself.

Mumbling about bullshit orders under her breath, she made her way to the overly snotty deputy manning the desk and filed the release form, trying her best not to reach over the counter and rip out her spine through her stupid fucking mouth.

“You can go now” Her bitchy voice made her spine tingle.

I swear to god, if I wasn’t being investigated for murder already I’d sure as hell be now.

Turning around, she saw a grinning redhead holding up a black rucksack she had no doubt was packed with an outfit for her.

But the odd thing was the two boys who were behind her trying to hide from someone she wasn’t quite sure who.

“Explain while I change” she walked right past her and straight into the ladies room, not looking for her friend to follow her because she knew she would anyways.

~~~

Stepping out of the restroom dressed in her usual garb of black jeans and a tank top with ‘Bitch’ written on it, Evan slipped on her black leather jacket with fur lapels as she stopped right in front of the two boys who she’d just found out had broken into their hotel and were blaming them for the murders.

“So, you two barged in on our hotel room and immediately pinned the murders on Peyt and I?” the panicked and terror stricken face Stiles gave her was almost comical, if it wasn’t for the fact that she was irritated and hungry.

“Can we talk about this on the way to Derek’s? You know, in the car”

“As long as we stop for lunch on the way, I’d talk about it anywhere you want”

With that said, they ushered the two girls out and towards the blue jeep Stiles called a ‘Car’ and they took off, speeding out of the parking lot at a speed even Evan was impressed by.

“So back on the subject, why’d you bust in asking questions?”

“Derek wanted us to check you out; he said we needed to see if the crime scene smelt like you” Scott finally spoke up.

“Did it?”

“No, but according to the witness, you were there”

“I wasn’t, I took the long way so I could walk through the woods”

“How do we know you aren’t lying?”

“Did my heartbeat speed up when I said that?” Scott looked at Stiles and Evan smugly sat there much to Scott’s chagrin.

“Pull over up here, I want pizza”

~~~

The low hum of ridiculously boring elevator music played as the four of them awkwardly stood in the steel contraption heading up the twelve floors to Derek’s loft.

Stiles and Scott were the awkward ones, mostly because they felt weird being stuck in a metal cage with two unknown werewolves, one of which was being investigated for murder and the other was completely unknown.

Evan and ‘Peyt’ as she was called on the other hand were perfectly comfortable with it. Evan was trying her best not to dive back into the extra-large sausage pizza she was holding, while Peyt was busy inspecting her nails and watching Stiles out of the corner of her eye.

“You never told us your names, you know” Stiles piped in.

“Evan” she held her hand up and Peyt copied her. “Peyton”

“They short for anything or…?” he tried to start a conversation again and the girls simply looked at him, neither having to say anything for him to get the point.

Thankfully though, the elevator dinged and the doors opened to the floor they needed to be on, the boys practically rushed towards the door the girls assumed was Derek’s and banging on the door.

Grinning at each other, the girls strolled after them and waited patiently for the door to be opened by a blonde girl much shorter than Peyton with a smug smirk on her face that immediately pissed off the redhead.

“You finally get a girlfriend, Stiles?” If her smug face didn’t piss her off already, her stupid voice would have.

“Ignoring the insult, we’re actually here for Derek” she raised her brow but stepped back regardless, letting them all in.

The loft itself was pretty large and open, but furniture wise it was sparse and not really inviting.

But the tall hunk leaning over a large desk by a huge set of windows was certainly her idea of inviting, especially when he turned around and she got a good look at his toned physique under that tight grey shirt and then those thighs in black jeans…total unf.

There was another man across from him at the desk who was a bit shorter and a tad older, but equally as attractive with his hair slicked back from his handsome face.

Both girls looked at each-other from the corner of their eyes and elbowed each-other in the ribs, trying to do their best to stifle the ridiculous giggling that would ensue if they weren’t in the company of another pack.

“So you’re the Alpha I’ve heard so much about” Evan said, tossing the pizza box on the coffee table and plopping down on the hideous velvet couch without a care in the world.

“And you’re the murderer I‘ve heard about”

Ignoring the weird blonde chick, Peyton strutted over to the desk and all too happily stuck her hand out at the man behind the desk. “Hello there, Darlin’. I’m Peyton, and you are?”

He flashed her a flirty smile and grabbed her hand, lifting it to his lips like a true gentleman and placing a soft kiss on her knuckles making her giggle like a little school girl. “Pretty name for a pretty girl, I’m Peter” the smile held a little fang and she grinned.

He’s certainly cute.

“Can you stop flirting and get back on the topic?” The guy she assumed was Derek spat out in irritation.

“Aww, don’t be jealous sweetheart. There’s plenty of me to go around” she winked at him and walked back over to Evan, sitting on the arm of the couch and trying her best not to growl at the blonde chick who kept looking at her as if she wanted to rip her head off.

Puh-lease, I could have your ass in tiny little pieces and fed to dogs like kibbles ’&’Bits, bitch.

“They said you had proof that you weren’t there” Derek pointed out with his arms crossed and a sour look etched on his face.

“First off, the only time we’re separated is when Peyton goes running, which is at six in the morning if you wanted to ask, and the longest we’ve been separated for was today when I was taken in for an interrogation”

“So you’re saying that you’re each other’s alibis?”

“Yes and no, we have receipts and multiple cameras have us on footage buying water in the morning or at the bar buying a few beers”

“The police said someone saw you walking back to your hotel at roughly the same time the murder was supposed to happen”

“That’s great, but how would I be there when I was walking the long way in the opposite direction?”

“You could still be lying” Stiles interjected, getting everyone’s attention with his accusation and noting that Evan’s eye’s flashed red at the comment.

“No, her pulse hasn’t picked up, and unless she’s mastered the art of lying without letting her pulse spike, she’s telling the truth” Peter announced, pointing out the obvious for the Werewolves but not so obvious to the human.

“Now, do you have anything to drink here besides lemonade, Sourpuss?” Peyton asked, her brow quirked up in a challenging manor and succeeding in having a least two people chuckle at her little joke.