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"This doesn't seem so bad." Stiles said nervously, as him, Lydia and Amelia looked around.
They were in Mexico to negotiate with the Calaveras.
"It's not the town, it's the plan." Amelia told him, with a bored expression on her face.
Stiles looked at her offended "What's wrong with the plan?"
"Stiles, this could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with. You're aware of that, right?" Lydia asked exasperatedly.
"I'm aware it's not our best..." He trailed off slightly.
"We are going to die." Lydia said.
Stiles glanced at her "Are you saying that as a Banshee, or are you just being pessimistic?" He asked her as they start walking.
"I'm saying it as a person who doesn't wanna die." Lydia told him matter of factly and Amelia chuckled.
"Okay... Would you mind restricting any talk of death to actual Banshee predictions?"
"This plan is stupid and we're going to die." Lydia said sarcastically.
Stiles chuckled and nodded his head "Oh thank you." He said sarcastically and she smiled and hummed.
Walking up to the building of the club, two men stood in front of them.
"Estamos aquí para la fiesta?" Amelia asked and the men looked at each other then shook their head making her sigh.
Stiles pulled a card out of his pocket before showing it to one of the men.
He looked over to a camera and Stiles hold the card up to it and then a few second after the door buzzed open.
Taking a deep breath, they walked in, the door shutting behind them as they walked down a hall.
The music they could already hear was making the walls shake violently.
As they walked, Amelia made sure to keep a good grip on Lydia so they dont get separated.
Standing at the bar, three shot glasses got set in front of them making them raise their eyebrows in confusion.
Stiles went to grab his wallet but a hand grabbed onto his and Amelia's shoulders.
"No. On the house. Most American teenagers don't cross the border to refuse a drink." Someone said and Amelia sighed.
"We didn't come here to drink Severo." Amelia said before dropping one of the bullets she found on the loft floor into a shot glass.
"We'd like to talk with your boss."
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The White wolf- Teen Wolf ✔️
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