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brookesbutler:

2.“Can I buy you a drink?”

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The bar is
crowded and Stiles asks himself, not for the first time, why is he
still there. The drinks are fine and the music too, but he’s not in
the mood for this kind of place. He’s been looking for a relationship
not to just get laid, except that to Lydia
that doesn’t mean anything.

Oh
well, he drinks the rest of his beer and sighs. This is better than
watching CSI reruns, at least.

“You
look so lonely.” This guys says, leaning against the bar next to
him. Stiles looks up and rolls his eyes. Nice kicks, kid.

“And
you look underage.” Stiles says. “Go home before I call the cops.”

The
guy all but runs to the exit and Stiles muffles a laugh, asks for
another beer. Sneaking into bars are so much fun when you’re
eighteen and everything is new.

He
takes his phone out of his pocket to check the hour and realizes Lydia has
texted him three times. ’Don’t
be mad’, the
first text says, followed by ’but
I talked to a friend about you and he’s there’.
Stiles rolls his eyes, he just can’t win with her. ‘BE
NICE!!’
the last text says.

“Be
nice.” Stiles mutters to himself and starts thinking about ordering
something stronger than a beer. The last time Lydia tried to set him
up, he spent three hours with a lawyer that couldn’t stop bragging
about himself and when Stiles dumped him at the end of the night, the
guy answered with ‘Oh thank God, I didn’t wanna come but Lydia
blackmailed me’.

They
didn’t talk for a month after that.

So,
yeah. Thanks but no thanks, Lydia. He’d much rather stay at the bar
alone and pretending not to stare at the hot guy sitting on a table
with two equally hot friends. Black hair, blue eyes, leather jacket.
Hell, Stiles might be looking for a relationship, but he wouldn’t say
no to a one-night stand with a guy like that.
He’s only human.

Sighing,
he looks at the waitress. “Whiskey, please.” She smirks
understandingly and sets the glass in front of him. Plan B, then.
Let’s get drunk. He takes the glass and turns to sneak another glance
at the hot guy, shakes his head when he realizes the guy is not there
anymore.

Plan
C. Let’s get really
drunk.

“You
don’t like this place, huh?” Someone says. Stiles turns around,
prepared to send the guy back to his place, and finds himself staring right
into hot guy’s eyes. Hot guy’s green
eyes,
not blue.

Even
better. He swallows the whiskey and shrugs. “Am I that obvious?”

Hot guy
smiles. “You haven’t got up since you got here.”

Stiles
blinks, feels his heart pounding. “You’ve been watching me?”

Hot guy’s
smile falters and he ducks his head, the tip of his ears going pink.
Oh my God,
Stiles thinks. How is he even real? “Well, yeah.” He answers and
swallows visibly. “You looked interesting.”

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