→ 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?

[studmuffin]

[ Aw no, he trusted you :C ]

Sometimes you just have to be alone. [ He waves his hand in front of him, gesticulating even loose and tired as he is. ] I mean it's great, people are awesome, but then you get so wrapped up in them that you miss the big picture and it's right there. M'not making sense. [ Letting his hand drop. ] Why'd you take my whiskey?

[hischair]

Because you're too young to drink the rest of that bottle and not vomit all over my good intentions.

[ His hand gives him a nudge on a shoulder, trying to coax him to roll around. ]

C'mon, lie on your side. It'll make it either go down or come up easier, whichever it wants.

[studmuffin]

I'm not going to throw up, dude.

[ But he rolls to his side anyway, pulls his bag closer to rest his head at this new angle. ] I mean it's cool that you're worried that makes me feel kinda warm and fuzzy inside. But I'm fine. [ Sing-song. ] Do they still have age-limits in the future? Man, that blows.

[hischair]

And your opinion on the subject is completely reliable.

[ You're drunk, Stiles, all those shots to call are no longer yours. Also, nice stalling but no cigar. ]

Is this because of what happened on the network?

[studmuffin]

No.

[ A pause and then he's rubbing a hand over his eyes and huffing out a sigh. ] Maybe? But not because I ... [ He leans on his elbow and looks at Kirk in a way that is hazy around the edges but still very, very keen. ] It just makes it real? You can forget, right? You can push it out because it makes it easier. And then this place - this place just freaking plucks it out of here. [ Tapping his temple. ] They could take anything.

[ He's said more than he wants to and the realisation makes him snap his mouth shut. He trusts Jim, is the thing. Maybe it started off as hero worship but he's a good guy. And Stiles likes him. ] Scott's guilty now. I didn't want him to know. I didn't want this.

[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.

[hischair]

[ The hand that ruffles Stiles' hair is languid and heavy, resting on a shoulder in a brotherly way as Jim tackles the inherent mess of that blabber. ]

He's your best friend, he'll understand.

[studmuffin]

But he thinks it's his fault.

[ If anyone in Beacon Hills is the least responsible for everything it's Scott. He shouldn't have even been out in the woods all that while ago. It was Stiles who wanted to go. Sometimes he traces the path of their destruction and he remembers how firmly he set the ball rolling. ] It sucks. You know what doesn't suck? Alcohol.

[hischair]

Then tell him to get bent if he doesn't take your word for it. That'll make him take notice.

[ Shh, shh, no more alcohol. Alcohol bad, talking good. ]

[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. ]

[mamanurse]

[Stiles. She's a nurse. She knows when somebody is inebriated. Don't even try.]

Good. I'm glad.

[She reaches into the jeep and pulls out a big bottle of water.]

Drink this.

[studmuffin]

[ He takes it, drinks some of the water with the air of a person still trying to be innocent. ]

Sorry.

[mamanurse]

It's okay. My first instinct on getting here was to have an Olympic-pool-sized martini. Difference is, I'm not sixteen.

[studmuffin]

[ He sways a little but he's mostly okay. ]

I should be seventeen. Do you know how weird that is? I've been here a year. I should totally be seventeen but I went back home and now I'm sixteen and it freaks me out.

[mamanurse]

[Her expression softens, and she makes a little face.]

I know. I know it's weird. There's a lot of weird stuff going on here. But...you're gonna have to learn better coping mechanisms than alcohol.

[studmuffin]

I cope!

[ His whole problem is his weakness flashed all over the network. He's totally a coper. ] I mean I was just bored. [ Bored. ] And also the underground people love me.