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myonlydefense) wrote2013-11-17 02:06 pm
myonlydefense) wrote2013-11-17 02:06 pm
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The party is fun, but there comes a point when even Stiles' seemingly boundless energy hits a wall and he has to admit defeat. It comes around one in the morning, earlier than normal because the swigs he's taken of Derek's werewolf everclear poison whatever has him sleepy.
He's working off a couple of drinks, no longer entirely drunk but definitely warm and happy. He and Derek have stuck together for most of the night, particularly because Stiles is the one who dragged the werewolf here, so he doesn't have to look far to find him, sidling up next to him and bumping their shoulders. Derek doesn't even look annoyed when he looks over at him, and Stiles gives him a crooked smile. "Hey, I think I'm gonna head back..."
Not that Derek has to come with him. Just because they share a place doesn't mean Derek's going home when he does. That'd be weird, right?
He's working off a couple of drinks, no longer entirely drunk but definitely warm and happy. He and Derek have stuck together for most of the night, particularly because Stiles is the one who dragged the werewolf here, so he doesn't have to look far to find him, sidling up next to him and bumping their shoulders. Derek doesn't even look annoyed when he looks over at him, and Stiles gives him a crooked smile. "Hey, I think I'm gonna head back..."
Not that Derek has to come with him. Just because they share a place doesn't mean Derek's going home when he does. That'd be weird, right?