→ 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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[studmuffin]

[ He snorts out a laugh. ]

Yeah. So how are you, Captain Kirk?

[hischair]

I'm looking at you, kid. It's like an oil painting in real life.

[studmuffin]

I don't even - [ Hiccup. ] Know what that means.

[hischair]

It means c'mon, you're coming home with me to sleep this off.

[ Hopping up, he takes Stiles by the hand. ]

[studmuffin]

[ Woah. ]

You're nicer than I thought you'd be. [ Blinking as he finds his feet. ] I mean I knew you'd be cool but this is ... you're just nice.

[hischair]

[ Chuckling, he slides an arm around Stiles to keep him upright, offering the support of his sturdy frame as he starts a slow walk out of Xanadu. ]

You knew I'd be cool?

[studmuffin]

Instinct. [ Whoops. ] Total instinct.

[hischair]

Your instincts should be telling you that you'll be sleeping this off in my bed until you're sober enough to head home. Anyone you want me to call?

[ Because responsibilities here, etc. Let's not have a repeat of a drunken Jim in this kid, he thinks. ]

[studmuffin]

No, I can't, oh my god. [ HE'S JUST REMEMBERED HIS SERIAL KILLER NOT BOYFRIEND WHO WILL SMELL JIM ON HIM, AAAAAAAAAAAH. ]

I mean, uh, we could. Tell Scott. His mom is here too. It's weird. He's been here for like two days and his mom's here.

[hischair]

Yes, you can. You reek, Stiles, and this way Bones can make sure you don't have a hangover ... maybe. If he's in a good mood.

[ Psh, ignoring those protests. ]

I'll call Scott and talk to his mom too, I guess.

[studmuffin]

Why is this happening?

[ PANIC. PANIC EVERYWHERE. ]

[hischair]

Because you got drunk in a field and lived up to the teenage stereotype.

[ YOU WANTED THE TRUTH. ]

[studmuffin]

You have betrayed me.

[ Squinting and pointing at him. ] So betrayed.

[hischair]

I've betrayed you by taking you home to a warm bed and possibly snacks?

[ Clasping that wayward finger, don't poke him in the eye. ]

[studmuffin]

Derek is going to kill me.

[ Whine. But he follows him anyway because he's like a lost lamb. ]

[hischair]

I'm not traipsing all over town with a drunk teenager, trying to find him. You'll sleep it off at mine and I'll talk to him if he's angry.

[ Man, fuck anyone who gets pissy about Jim's plan. He is so an adult right now. ]

[studmuffin]

[ He can sneak out later. All werewolves can suck his dick. ]

I can totally traipse. I am magic.

[hischair]

You're five sheets to the wind, is what you are. Watch out.

[ Here, buddy, he'll keep you upright. ]

[studmuffin]

I'm gonna tell my dad Jim Kirk saved me from drunkenly dying. Though not really because I won't remember if I leave.

[hischair]

You can tell Scott's mom, I'm sure I'll get an award for swooping in. Minus points for lacking a cape, but still.

[studmuffin]

You're totally hot without the cape, it's fine. [ lol whoops. ]

[hischair]

[ Grinning when he hears that, he gives Stiles a friendly squeeze. ]

Come back in a few years and say that, kid.

[studmuffin]

You do not know how many times I hear that.

[ ... Derek. ]

[hischair]

Oh? Now I don't feel so special.

[studmuffin]

[ A snort. ]

You're at least the lesser dick. [ But he doesn't sound like he means it, his feelings on the matter are complicated. ]