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tampered2013-10-02 06:34 pm
studmuffin) wrote in tampered2013-10-02 06:34 pm
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When: October 2nd
Rating: PG-13.
Characters: Stiles & you.
Summary: i. Moving back in to the Youth Center ( The Revenge! ). ii. Trying to hit on the bartender.
( i. )
He's a coward, that much is obvious. Stiles waits until Derek is out of the cabin on his daily run to get in and grab his stuff. It's easy to shove everything into the jeep and drive off, easy to pretend he's fine with what happened. The thing is, he wants to be angry, he wants to punch someone or throw something. Because this happened all too fast and he's reeling and --.
And none of this was his fault.
So the jeep sits on the sidewalk as he carts a box of his books up the stairs. It's clumsy trying to get through the doors but he manages it, finds his way back to his original room. Maybe he shouldn't try to move on anymore.
( ii. )
He can't remember his name. He thinks it's something dumb like Clive or Lyle or something. But Stiles grins at him crookedly anyway and leans over the bartop. The music is a little too loud and he has to shout to be heard but at least he's being paid attention so there's that.
"Oh yeah man, of course modelling is a worthwhile profession. You've got like teeth and the hair, you'll be great."
Another drink gets slid his way and he salutes sloppily, spills himself into a stool. His hand reaches for a device and he looks up seriously, Liam (?) raising one eyebrow. "My friend wants an app where you can't drunk text people. That'd be great, right? Pass a test before you can make a dick of yourself."
Pressing the lock button, "Not there yet. Let me drink this and you can tell me about your awesome life."
Rating: PG-13.
Characters: Stiles & you.
Summary: i. Moving back in to the Youth Center ( The Revenge! ). ii. Trying to hit on the bartender.
He's a coward, that much is obvious. Stiles waits until Derek is out of the cabin on his daily run to get in and grab his stuff. It's easy to shove everything into the jeep and drive off, easy to pretend he's fine with what happened. The thing is, he wants to be angry, he wants to punch someone or throw something. Because this happened all too fast and he's reeling and --.
And none of this was his fault.
So the jeep sits on the sidewalk as he carts a box of his books up the stairs. It's clumsy trying to get through the doors but he manages it, finds his way back to his original room. Maybe he shouldn't try to move on anymore.
He can't remember his name. He thinks it's something dumb like Clive or Lyle or something. But Stiles grins at him crookedly anyway and leans over the bartop. The music is a little too loud and he has to shout to be heard but at least he's being paid attention so there's that.
"Oh yeah man, of course modelling is a worthwhile profession. You've got like teeth and the hair, you'll be great."
Another drink gets slid his way and he salutes sloppily, spills himself into a stool. His hand reaches for a device and he looks up seriously, Liam (?) raising one eyebrow. "My friend wants an app where you can't drunk text people. That'd be great, right? Pass a test before you can make a dick of yourself."
Pressing the lock button, "Not there yet. Let me drink this and you can tell me about your awesome life."