→ 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? ]

Comments

[studmuffin]

"Yeah."

He goes quiet for a moment. If things had turned out differently, he might have been able to defend his own mother's honour.

[bettercallit]

[ Watching him quietly, and then: ] What's that look?

[studmuffin]

There's no look.

[bettercallit]

There was definitely a look. [ But he's letting it drop. ]

You still living out in the woods with that grumpy guy?

[studmuffin]

Derek. [ A small grin. ] Yeah. Why? You jealous?

[bettercallit]

[ A soft chuckle. ] Should I be? [ The guy himself? Not the friendliest. But the body? He'd love to get his hands on that. ]

[studmuffin]

That you don't have my charming person around all the time? Yes.

[bettercallit]

He's capable of being charming? You need to record that and show it to me or I'm not gonna believe it.

[studmuffin]

Hey, I meant me, asshole.

[bettercallit]

Oh, well, sure. The guy's got good taste, I'll give him that. And speaking of, you should come over more. It's been empty around the place since the other Tasha left, and I now officially have consoles.

[studmuffin]

Why didn't you tell me about the videogames sooner? I'm so there.

[bettercallit]

Should've known that's all it'd take to entice you around.

[studmuffin]

I'm easy like that.

[bettercallit]

No complaints here.

[ He falls quiet for a while, staring up at the night sky; it's nice, peaceful, and with decent company. ] You staying out here a little longer?

[studmuffin]

Yeah. I don't really have all that much to go home for.

[bettercallit]

You gonna be all right if I leave you to it or you want me to stick around?

[ He doesn't want to get in the way of alone time if he needs it, but he's also unsure about leaving him out here after he's been drinking. ]

[studmuffin]

Nah, I'm cool.

[ He waves Clint off with a lazy smile. ] Go be awesome.

[bettercallit]

If being awesome is the new sleeping like the dead, I've got it covered.

[ Taking the bottle and putting the lid on it, tight, with a pointed look, he claps Stiles on the shoulder before pushing himself gracefully to his feet and offering a salute. ] Text if you need rescuing.

[studmuffin]

By a bonafide Avenger? Don't say that, I'll call you to save me from my pillow.

[ Making shooing motions with his hands. ] Go now, be awesome.

[bettercallit]

Your pillow attack often? 'Cause someone should probably inspect that.

[ But he waves him and his ridiculousness off, grinning as he wanders off, turning back every now and then to check he's all right because he worries, okay. ]