Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or this song

A/N: This is the third installment in the series In Which Life Is A Musical but you don't need to read the others to understand this. I would recommend them if you liked this however.

Danny had just been dumped by his jerk of a boyfriend. Again. Why did he even go back to the idiot? He should have known better. Jackson and Lydia could see how upset he was and tried to cheer him up in their own way. Jackson offered to beat the crap out of him, and Lydia dragged him out shopping. While he appreciated the concern, he really just wanted to mope around and watch Supernatural back to back.

So when Jackson decided to drag him out to Jungle to help him hook up with someone even hotter, Danny almost said no. But he knew how much Jackson was trying to help him. He also realised he could get payback for when Jackson set him up with a subscription to a BDSM club.

That Friday night found the pair of them hanging out by the bar in Jungle, discussing lacrosse and how Lydia wanted to go away for a weekend. Suddenly, a loud voice boomed through the speakers.

'And performing tonight for their first time ever, Candy and Stiles are about to show you how low they can go!' Jackson almost choked on his beer at that. Danny turned to him open-mouthed.

'No,' Jackson shook his head. 'It can't be.' They looked over at the stage. Stiles stood there, with an arm around a drag queen's shoulder. He was dressed in skin-tight jeans and an open shirt. Danny almost drooled. He had never noticed it before, under all that flannel and plaid, but Siles had rock-hard abs. How he had never seen this in the dressing room, he did not know.

The music started up and Stiles brought the microphone to his mouth.

Mmmmmmmm

Let me talk to 'em

Let me talk to 'em

Mmmmmmm

Let me talk to 'em

C'mon!

He leapt forward and began to rock his hips to the music, swinging them around. Danny's jaw dropped. Damn it, Stiles actually looked so sexy up there. The tight fabric of the jeans left little to the imagination.

Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur (with the fur)

The whole club was looking at her

She hit the floor (she hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Candy, the drag queen, stepped over and began to sing as well. Stiles bopped his head and stepped back. Danny was actually disappointed. Jackson turned to him. 'Oh my God, there is no way that is Stiles Stilinski, the guy who knocked himself out walking across the lacrosse pitch.' Danny shrugged his shoulders and lifted his hands in disbelief.

Them baggy sweat pants

And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)

She hit the floor (she hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Stiles began to sing again, well rap. This got Danny and Jackson's attention. In fact, it got everybody's attention. Every eye in the club was on Stiles, and the other drag queens began to cheer for him.

I ain't never seen something that'll make me go

This crazy all night spending my doe

Had the million dollar vibe and a body to go

Them birthday cakes they stole the show

So sexual, she was flexible professional

Drinking X&O

Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think? Whoa

Did her thing seen shawty get low

Ain't the same when it's up that close

Make it rain I'm making it snow

Work the pole I gotta bank roll

I'm gonna say that I prefer the no clothes

I'm in to that I love women exposed

She threw it back at me I gave her mo

Cash ain't a problem I know where it go

Stiles was on fire. Everybody in the room either wanted to screw him or be him. They cheered and roared for him, loving every movement that stretched the tight fabric even tighter

Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur (with the fur)

The whole club was looking at her

She hit the floor (she hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

A pole rose out of the floor of the stage. 'No,' Danny heard Jackson say. 'No way is Stiles-.' Stiles dropped the mike and grabbed the pole with two hands. He swung himself up and around effortlessly, getting whoops and cheers from the crowd. Candy picked up where he dropped off.

Them baggy sweat pants

And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)

She hit the floor (she hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Hey Shawty what I gotta do to get you home

My jeans filled with guap and they're ready for showing

Cadillacs laid back for the sexy grown

Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan

One stack (come on), two stacks (come on), three stacks (come on)

Now that's three grand

What you think I'm playing baby girl I'm the man

I'm dealing rubber bands

That's when I threw her legs on my shoulders

I knew it was over

That heny and Cola got me like a soldier

She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her

So lucky on me I was just like clover

Shawty was hot like a toaster

Sorry but I had to fold her

Like a pornography poster

She showed her

Stiles grabbed his microphone again and began to sing. Sweat glistened under the harsh lights but he never faltered, his voice strong, and what Danny could only describe as sexy. 'Oh my God!' he thought. 'I am finding STILES STILINSKI sexy!'

Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur (with the fur)

The whole club was looking at her

She hit the floor (she hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Candy was great too, but Stiles stole the show. The crowd went mad for him, cheering for him loudly while he spun like crazy, twisting his hips this way and that, rocking his body in a way that would make every gay man, and quite a few straight ones, mad with lust.

Them baggy sweat pants

And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)

She hit the floor (she hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Stiles leapt off the stage, and spotting Danny and Jackson by the bar, made his way over to them, the crowd parting like he was Moses. Grabbing Danny, he pushed him up against the bar and pinned him there with his body. Smirking, he tilted the microphone between them, and raised an eyebrow. Danny looked around wildly and caught his ex looking… jealous. He grinned evily and began to sing.

Stiles: Whoa shawty Danny: Yeah she was worth the money

'Little mama took my cash' 'And I ain't want it back.'

'The way she bent that back' 'Got all them paper stacks'

'Tattoo above her crack' 'I had to handle that.'

Stiles tilted his head towards Jackson. Smiling evily, the pair whirled on him and pulled him between them. Jackson was trapped. They glared at him and dared him not to sing. He sighed and yanked the microphone out of Stiles' hand.

I was zoned in sexy woman

Let me show it make me want it

Two in the morning I'm zoned in

Them rosé bottles foaming

She wouldn't stop

Made it drop

Shawty dipped that pop and lock

Had to break her off that guap

Gal was fine just like my glock

Then Candy riled the crowd up. Altogether, every man inside that club began to chant along to the words they all knew so well.

Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur (with the fur)

The whole club was looking at her

She hit the floor (she hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Them baggy sweat pants

And the Reebok's with the straps (with the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)

She hit the floor (she hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Stiles and Candy made their way back to the stage and bowed low. The crowd roared their approval and moaned with disappointment when they turned down an encore. After finally escaping, Stiles disappeared. A few minutes later, Danny and Jackson saw him try slip out the door quietly. He had changed his shirt for a darker one that he buttoned up, but left the really, ridiculously tight jeans on. They caught him and dragged him over to their seats by the bar. The bartender brought over a bunch of drinks, all on the house, and Danny and Jackson asked him what the hell that was.

'Well, Dan and I, sorry Dan is Candy, we were out shopping with Chris, who prefers Christie, and Alex and we met Jason, the manager for here, who mentioned the open mic thing they had. So Dan said we should do it. I said why not and then that just sort of happened.' Jackson and Danny were stunned. They knew Stiles was impulsive but agreeing to get up in a club and perform like THAT. That was either very brave or very stupid.

They all had a few drinks, none of which they had to pay for, and a couple of hours later found them stumbling out of the club, pleasantly buzzed. As Stiles climbed into a cab, a very drunk Jackson found himself hollering after him.

'Hey Stilinski, you were fucking hot man!'