[ CUE PARTY SOUNDS. idk maybe derek is attending another gathering of sixteen year olds, AS ONE DOES. who knows. pack thing, when he says jump get a trampoline, etc. ]
Stiles. [ more of a growl, rly. ] Where. Are. All of you.
[ WOLF WHISTLING IN BACKGROUND IDK, WHAT DRUNK PEOPLE DO WHEN THEY SEE DEREK. ]
They keep saying I have to take off my shirt. Round everyone up and get down here, now.
[ whatever stiles was expecting when he picked up his phone, IT WAS DEFINITELY NOT THIS. why does derek even have his number? no, he doesn't want to know. clearly he's in need of some rescuing, which, gotta be honest, is frankly hi-LARIOUS, but stiles ain't gonna judge. much. ]
i'm not going to round up EVERYONE for your little freakout, balto. where are you? i can come get you.
also, are you drunk? serious question.
text ; WHAT HE DOESN'T HAVE THE HALE CREEPER GENE OR ANYTHING
[ gdi derek. also, totally not trying to hold in a grin. nope. ]
hey, balto was a wolfdog, i'm half right. but ok, fine, i'll... text everyone, or something.
uh-huh. sorry, i gotta ask - why are you drinking with a bunch of loud teenagers? did you voluntarily go to a party? i mean, of your own free will? oh my god, you're a closet social butterfly, i knew it, i'm bringing a camera.
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Stiles. [ more of a growl, rly. ] Where. Are. All of you.
[ WOLF WHISTLING IN BACKGROUND IDK, WHAT DRUNK PEOPLE DO WHEN THEY SEE DEREK. ]
They keep saying I have to take off my shirt. Round everyone up and get down here, now.
text ; OH MY G O D
i'm not going to round up EVERYONE for your little freakout, balto. where are you? i can come get you.
also, are you drunk? serious question.
text ; WHAT HE DOESN'T HAVE THE HALE CREEPER GENE OR ANYTHING
Crack one more dog joke and see what happens. I don't need a ride, I need to talk to all of you.
Of course I'm drunk. Drinking with a bunch of loud teenagers who all reek of hormones is exactly what I wanted to do tonight.
[ what he wanted to do was brood around his
dumphouse tbqh. ]text ; NO OF COURSE NOT
hey, balto was a wolfdog, i'm half right. but ok, fine, i'll... text everyone, or something.
uh-huh. sorry, i gotta ask - why are you drinking with a bunch of loud teenagers? did you voluntarily go to a party? i mean, of your own free will? oh my god, you're a closet social butterfly, i knew it, i'm bringing a camera.
and you didn't tell me where you are.