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Today is @coyotequeens​‘s birthday, which means FILTH!! Only the dirtiest for my trash twin. ilu, bb, and I hope you enjoy this!

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The bar is half empty when Stiles walks in, dripping wet—because of course it would rain on the most stressful day of the year. He’s just finished presenting his thesis for his master’s degree, which means months and months of work is done, but it still doesn’t feel over yet, despite having a paper that says he’s passed. So he figures the best way to deal with it, is to have a handful of drinks and find someone to take his mind off things.

But the rain has dampened his mood as well as his clothes and as he heaves himself onto a barstool, the bartender looks as though she understands. It really says something about the amount of time he spends at this place when she sets his usual IPA in front of him and nods.

“Am I that obvious?” he asks, pulling out his wallet to pay but she shakes her head.

“Compliments of that guy,” she tells him, nodding her head towards the end of the bar, where there’s only one man sitting, nursing his own beer. He doesn’t look up, but Stiles stares openly.

“Oh,” he says feeling slightly stupefied. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me,” she says, which is a good point, but Stiles’ stomach flips at the thought of going over to thank the guy for it instead.

He’s attractive, to say the least, in a stubbly, pensive kind of way that Stiles is really into.

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