The three of them drove to the other side of town, the side that was primarily dominated by vampires. It took them a while to find a decent parking spot since the club was rather famous. They then got in line to get in.

Elias looked around him with wide eyes, not caring that he probably looked like a tourist or something. The building was wrapped in smooth inky glass, reflecting Eli's grinning face back to him. Across the roof's edge, neon spelled "Blood Orchid" in scrolling red letters. Next to it, three surprisingly detailed orchids that were also in neon trailed down the shining glass facade. Elias hugged his mates' arms, bouncing on his toes as they moved forward slowly between the ruby velvet ropes. Eli hoped it would only take a short time to get inside.

"Sirs?"

Elias peered around the wall that was Mateo to see a tall, pale-skinned man in a black suit that looked like the seams were being tested by the bulging muscles beneath it. A nametag read "Essex" with "staff" in smaller lettering underneath.

"Can we help you?" Pax asked smoothly, placing a hand on Eli's shoulder.

"Entry for three?" the man asked, his polite smile showing the tips of his fangs.

"Uh, yeah?" Mateo answered.

"Please, come right in," the man said, unclipping the red rope and holding it aside for them.

"Oookay," Mateo said, stepping out of line with Eli and Pax behind him.

"We appreciate first-time patrons at the Blood Orchid." He handed Pax several coupons for free drinks. "We like to encourage…fresh blood."

The words were suggestive, but the man's tone conveyed that it was an often repeated line. Probably scripted by management.

"Thank you," Pax said with a nod, guiding a still wide-eyed Elias to the entrance, Mateo trailing behind.

When Eli looked back, the man was approaching someone else further along in the queue, reaching to unclip the velvet rope.

Another suited employee nodded to them with a tight-lipped smile when they reached the door.

"How did they know we haven't been here before?" Elias whispered to Pax, the Omega's face adorable in his confusion.

Pax smiled and leaned down to explain everything into Eli's ear. "Everyone has different talents or skills. Essex has been able to pick out newbies for years," he elaborated. He'd recalled when Essex had singled his graduating group out for the first time years prior.

"What the-" Mateo gasped as he turned around frantically for the person who had slyly cupped his butt.

Pax let out a warning growl as he wrapped his arms around his mates' waists. "They're both with me," he stated clearly.

"Greedy," the handsy woman said with a wink, flashing fang as she smirked. "I like it." She giggled, tugging down the hem of her tiny red skirt as she flounced inside the club.

The interior of the building was more extensive than it appeared from the outside. Two bars lined the sides. A small stage was at the very back. The dancefloor was lit up in large tiles and took up the center of the ground floor. The light was shallow but cast a gentle purple glow on everyone dancing. A few tables were set out next to the bar and in the corner past the tables were VIP sections with red velvet love seats. Two sets of stairs rose on each side of the building, leading to a second floor set in a U-shape resembling a large balcony. Two more VIP sections were on either corner of the second floor, and the rest was dotted with tables and chairs.

"Would you both like to dance with me?" Pax asked his mates as they walked further inside.

"I..." Eli looked down, embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I don't really know how. I've never danced outside of my bedroom."

Pax leaned down to press a soft kiss on Eli's temple. "Mateo and I can teach you if you wish...you'd be between us both on the dance floor," he suggested.

"B-between you?" Elias asked, pink rising to the Omega's cheeks. Eli tried to look casual as he folded his hands over the tent in his punk pants. "Yeah, I think that would be fun."

Mateo grinned roguishly, wrapping a hand around Eli's hip.

"I used to help teach my cousins how to dance before a quinceañera," Mateo told him. "Teaching you will be much more fun."

Eli blushed harder. "Can I have a quick drink first?" He bit his lower lip. "Something to help loosen me up? Oh, I know! I've never done shots before!"

"We'll start slow with just one drink," Pax insisted. "If it doesn't upset your stomach after a couple of dances, you can go for a second one." 

"Okay," Elias agreed. "But I want a boozy one."

Mateo's laugh was as big as he was.

"I'm having a beer," Mat told them. "I'll get you something suitably alcoholic, Eli. Can I get you anything, Pax?"

"A rum and coke will do me fine," the golden-eyed werewolf replied. He was sure to keep an eye on the taller werewolf so that he wasn't groped on the way to the bar.

Mateo successfully dodged any wandering hands, returning with their drinks professionally balanced in his hands. He handed Pax a thick glass and Eli a tall one with a tiny umbrella.

"Long Island iced tea for you, baby." Mateo winked and took a pull from his beer.

"Wow, this is really good!" Elias exclaimed after taking a swig. He happily sucked on the straw, green eyes sparkling as he looked up at his mates.

Pax noted the variety on the dance floor as they talked and worked on their drinks. The club was undoubtedly populated with vampires, but he also saw several werewolves and some humans. Their kind rarely got along with vampires since their beloved Goddess Khonsu distrusted them. However, as the silver-haired werewolf continued to look on at the dancing groups, he wondered if both groups would ever just have fun together in peace out in the open.

"Alright!" Elias announced, holding his empty glass aloft. "Show me how to shake my ass!"

Pax felt a smirk tug on his lips, but he set their glasses back down on the tray and stood up from the table they had found. He then bowed slightly and reached his hand out toward Elias. "May we have this dance, love?" He asked.

Eli gave a little excited squeak, then slapped his hand over his mouth with a giggle. Elias took Pax's hand with his right and Mateo's with his left, allowing himself to be led to the busy dance floor.

The dark-haired werewolf made true to his promise of showing him how to dance. Mateo demonstrated each step first, and Pax would help Elias figure it out by guiding his arms and hips from behind. When the Omega figured out a bit of the rhythm, Pax urged him closer toward Mateo so that the three of them swayed to the same beat.

After a few songs, Eli's stomach still wasn't upset from the drink. Pax relented and went and got him another. Elias cheered, announcing his thirst, and drank half of it before either of his mates could stop him.

"I'm a werewolf!" Eli said, taking another big sip. "I thought we metabo-mebatoliz-metibolitz...that we could handle a lot of alcohol."

"There are some drugs that run through our systems fast," Pax explained. "Alcohol isn't one of them, but..."

"Over time, our kind built up a decent tolerance," Mateo concluded, plucking the sweetened vodka out of Eli's hand and holding it above his head.

"Hey! Gimme!" Elias giggled, jumping as he tried to reach Mat's hand.

"Take a breath between drinks, and I'll give it back." Mateo returned the booze to his Omega, unable to stop his chuckle. "I don't want you to be too hungover tomorrow."

Eli stuck his tongue out at Mateo, making the big wolf laugh. The Omega's eyes slid to a couple behind Mat. They were pressed tightly together, and their movements left little doubt about what the pair would be doing together when they were alone.

"I want to dance like that," Elias told his mates as he sneakily sucked down the rest of his drink.

Mateo gulped hard but didn't deny his mate his wish. He set the Omega's glass aside and gently urged him closer to his body with a large hand pressed against Eli's back. Pax pressed against the smaller werewolf's back and reached down to take hold of Mateo's hips, effortlessly trapping Elias between them.

The Omega arched and wriggled, resting his head back on Pax's chest and running his hands over Mat's sexy mesh shirt. Eli's eyes drifted shut as he let his lovers move him with their solid and broad bodies. The trio drew more than their fair share of lustful glances, but Mat and Pax glared down anyone who tried to get too close.

Elias was definitely feeling the alcohol. His muscles felt loose and liquid. A wide smile was permanently affixed to his face as he moved. The Omega threw one arm behind him to hug the back of Pax's neck while Eli wrapped the other around Mateo. Elias gasped softly as he felt something hot and hard pressed against his back and something somewhat similar rubbing his front. Eli moaned, rolling his body backward to rub against Pax, then repeating the motion for Mateo.

"Mmm, love if you continue like this, we'll have to leave the club early," Pax purred into the Omega's ear. "I don't mind if it's what you want."

"Noooo," Eli whimpered, turning his head to nuzzle Pax's throat. "There's nowhere we can go here for a little... privacy?"

Pax bit his lower lip in thought but nodded. "We can try for one of the VIP areas. The first floor's usually occupied. Do you want to try upstairs?" He suggested.

Mateo and Eli both nodded eagerly, Elias moaning softly as Mat continued to grind against the Omega's warmth.

The silver-haired wolf gave a low chuckle at their responses. "Come on, then," He said as he took a hand from each of his mates and led them to the stairs.

Elias was oblivious to the path Pax and Mateo made with their stern glares at anyone who made the mistake of getting a little too close. The Omega was too busy being highly amused by how he felt. It was like Eli was walking in the tippy-tube at a fun house, trying to sneak pinches at his mates' backsides, then giggling and blaming it on the other. His clever ruse failed when he tried to blame Pax for pinching his own backside.

They reached the second floor, with Mateo regretting giving Eli that last drink. Mat almost had a heart attack when the little Omega nearly fell down the stairs while trying to grab his ass. Luckily, Pax had a firm grip on Eli's hand, and a slight tug had the Omega back on his feet. Pax hadn't even looked concerned. Mateo decided he had a deep respect for their Alpha’s nerves of steel.

The balcony area was filled with comfortable seating covered in deep red velvet. A large area was roped off and marked for VIPs only. Pax and Mateo glanced around for a quiet, private corner when Eli squeaked and giggled.

"I'm friggin' shiny!" the Omega blurted in delight.

Mateo's eyes widened as he turned to his petite mate. The bonding stone was pulsing with a soft glow.