→ maybe i'm a different breed, maybe i'm not listening,

[studmuffin]

When: August 5th ( evening )
Rating: R? Maybe? He's sixteen so who knows what's going to come out of his mouth.
Characters: Stilinski Jr. & you !
Summary: Sometimes you just have to get really, really wasted to deal with your teenage angst.

[ There are a lot of things you can get in the Underground if you just ask. Stiles has sheer dumb courage on his side ( and a winning personality ) and it's not that hard to walk out with a brand spanking new fake id. Objectively he knows he should have told Scott but he half figures his bestie will be busy making sure his mom settles in and anyway, the memory up on the network still stings.

So he tries the places they don't recognize him, carts his bottle in a backpack to the quietest part of Xanadu and gets steadily drunker. It's not hard to do. He's not really a big drinker beyond the occasional pilfered bottle of his dad's not insignificant collection. And it's not long before he's using his bag as a pillow and humming some idle pop song as he's sprawled across the grass.

He feels better, that's a plus, right? ]

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[hischair]

[ Have Jim looming over you upside-down, Stiles. ]

So did you fall down or lie down before you got wasted?

[ Inquiring minds want to know. ]

[studmuffin]

[ Have the goofiest smile you have ever seen on anyone other than you, Jim. ]

I totally planned it. The grass is nice. [ Petting said grass. ] Springy, see?

[hischair]

I see that, yeah. [ He crouches next to him, putting a hand on Stiles' forehead to check the damage. ] How'd you get alcohol anyway, chief?

[studmuffin]

[ Jim Kirk is touching him !!!!!!!!!! ]

Underground hooked me up with another fake id. [ He holds the half empty bottle up to Jim. ] You want?

[hischair]

[ He takes the bottle and puts it on his other side, sitting down by Stiles' head. Yes, thanks, he'll take that but not to drink. ]

Why are you all alone out there, kid?

[silvering]

[Jem saw Stiles in the Underground and followed him to make sure he wasn't going to end up as the next meal for a vampire. Once he is satisfied of Stiles' safety he leaves him alone until later, when he has to check up on him, just like he would on Will.

He drops his cane done beside Stiles and he quickly follows it, settling cross legged.]

Please tell me you aren't humming a song about ducks.

[studmuffin]

I don't know any songs about ducks.

[ He could make one up he guesses, but his higher function is out right now. Jem might need to leave a message and ask again later. ] Cool cane.

[silvering]

Thank you, [Jem grins.]

I saw you getting the fake id card earlier. You should be more careful, there was a fae following you.

[studmuffin]

There was a what now?

[ He pulls a complicated face. ] That lady with the purple hair?

[mamanurse]

[After a certain amount of time passes, a certain familiar jeep rattles up to the scene. And behind the wheel is Melissa McCall. Uh oh.]

...Stiles?

[studmuffin]

Crap.

[ He manages to look guilty from where he's swaying - having decided to head back to Scott - his backpack slung haphazardly over his shoulder. His hair is a mess and his hoodie still has grass on it and he closes his mouth with a snap before running a hand over the back of his neck. ]

[mamanurse]

[She sighs, and steps forward to him.]

I don't have to lecture you on the dangers of underage drinking, do I?

[studmuffin]

N-no.

[ WIDE BAMBI EYES. ] I am aware of all of the - all of that. [ Is he acting sober enough? No? No. ]

[bettercallit]

[ Lurking around in the park at night is no doubt considered unsavoury, especially when he doesn't even have the dogs with him as a half-decent excuse, but all the same he spots the sprawled out form from afar and wanders over.

He's quiet as he approaches, not able to see who it is exactly until he's much closer, but when he realises it's Stiles he quietly helps himself to the spot beside him, lying back with his head resting on his hands. ]

Good call.

[studmuffin]

[ He hasn't seen Clint in a while but his smile is wide and warm and enthusiastic either way. ]

Heeeeeey, Hawkeye. How's it hanging?

[bettercallit]

[ Somehow the enthusiasm is infectious. ]

Down and to the side. [ Looking over, the amusement is evident. ] Not crashing the party, am I?

[studmuffin]

[ Snorting. Penis jokes. He loves penis jokes. ]

A pity party is always allowed to be crashed, man.

[directives]

[ ...leave it to her to stumble upon a drunken teenager. a familiar looking drunken teenager. isn't that one of those kids that's constantly hanging around kirk and mccoy? ]

Aren't you a little young to be drinking?

[studmuffin]

[ he loves kirk. he'll probably tell her about it. as it is he just grins wide. ]

I am definitely too young to be drinking but hey!

[directives]

[ hopefully this isn't his influence or there's going to be a conversation about corrupting the city minors in kirk's near future. janeway holds out a hand. ]

Bottle.

[studmuffin]

Awh no, why?

[ All these Captains taking his booze. Not cool. ]

so belated sorry, feel free to ignore?

[intheblanks]

[Chase spends more time than people might think on the fringes of the city - the beach, the gardens, even the woods - as far as he can go without running too high a risk of running into something large, wild and hungry (he can get that kind of thing at home). He gives himself reasons for it, practical, rational reasons, so right now he's in running gear, he's running. But the truth is sometimes he just has to get away to remember how to breathe. It's a habit he's been in since he was oh, 14?

He stops when he sees the boy splayed out on the grass, reaches up to tug the headphones from his ears and - apparently reassured that humming is an adequate sign of life - heads over to drop down beside him. Managing to miss knocking over Stiles' alcohol supply he picks up the bottle, twists it, reading the label, then takes a slug.

(What a thief.)

But he passes no comment when he screws it back into its dent in the grass, and lays back on his elbows, looking up at their own patch of sky.]

Nice spot.

i would never ignore ok ok chase is stiles' favourite.

[studmuffin]

[ The fact that Chase actually takes a drink has Stiles grinning from ear to ear. He likes him, is the thing, likes him more than a doctor / patient relationship would warrant. So he stops humming and slants his gaze towards him. ]

I like it.

[intheblanks]

[He's worked in emergency rooms from London to New Jersey. Lets just say he's got some perspective on just how big a problem one drunk and maudlin teenager really is. And as a coping technique, he can sympathise with the choice.]

How do I say 'do you come here often' without sounding like we're in a bar in a bad movie?

[studmuffin]

[ That makes him laugh, a soft snort of sound. ]

I have watched many of those movies. [ And jerked off to him. ] My best friend is here. And his mom. In the City. It's weird. [ Lifting the bottle to take a slug and press it back in the grass. ] It's so weird.