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The Perk | Tuesday Evening

Stiles was self-aware enough to know that this so-called date with Kate was just her being nice to him, but he really didn't care about that too much. Kate was nice and Stiles liked talking to her, even if he hadn't quite gotten past the fact that she had Allison's face. So he wasn't thinking of this as anything more than just spending time with someone platonically and just happening to call it a date.

If this didn't end in disaster Stiles could finally say he had a date that went well. That there was a one in three chance that you wouldn't end up in the hospital if you went out with him. That was enough of a reason to try to make this work.

[Stiles is here for one then another but the Perk is open for Perkly needs. SP is in effect because of nutty work schedules]

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Kate was completely in favor of avoiding a hospital trip for either of them. Call her crazy, but that just didn't seem like a fun way to spend the evening.

She got to the Perk without incident though so all future hospital possibilities are on you, Stiles.

Collecting a coffee - and a huge handful of Mardi Gras beads, Kate made her way over to Stiles. "So they're into their whole New Orleans thing here, I see."

"They're not making you earn those the old fashioned way, are they?" Stiles asked. "Because I've got a thing about showing strangers my nipples."

And he never got over that one barista trying to ravish him during SOW.

"It's a good policy. I subscribe to it too." Which was why Kate's costume had cleverly covered just her boobs on top!

She slid beads across the table towards him. "Nope, these were the new fashioned 'here, take sparklies' way of distribution."

"Oooh thanks." Stiles was secure enough in his masculinity to have no issue putting on pretty, pretty beads. "You can tell people I flashed you for these if you want. They'll be super impressed."

Stiles was a ninja with his shirtlessness. You'd have a better chance of finding Bigfoot than seeing his bare chest.

Kate grinned. "Your shirtlessness is a thing of legend?"

Stiles nodded. "Been hiding behind locker doors to avoid the lacrosse team seeing my lack of abs for years now."

"Your lacrosse team sounds like a strange, strange place," she said.

Because between Jackson & Stiles what other impression was possible?

"The whole town I'm from is a strange, strange place," he said. "But that seems to be the norm for people's hometowns here."

"I'm from New York," Kate agreed. "I will never argue that that is not a strange place."

Even without the superheroes and random alien invasions.

"You're from California, right? Why is it weird out there?" ...other than being California.

"Werewolves." Oh why even try to hide it at this point?

"...see, I always figured werewolves would be up in Washington," Kate said. "All that space to run around without people noticing. But maybe that's me listening to Dusk."

"Those weren't actual werewolves, technically," Stiles said. "They were shape-shifters."

Pause.

"Yes, I read it, shut up."

She wasn't saying anything. She was cracking up with laughter but she wasn't saying anything.

"Do actual werewolves care about the distinction?"

"All the girls in school were reading them, I thought it would give me an in with them!" He did not appreciate you mocking him, Kate! "I think anybody would be insulted to be compared to a Dusk."

"So that totally didn't work," she concluded. Sorry, Stiles, the teasing was staying. You admitted to reading Dusk.

"And okay, Dusk is dumb, but the whole 'having lots of space' thing makes sense. Maybe. Like dinosaurs in Antarctica."

"The dinosaur living in the dorms seems to be doing okay," Stiles noted. "And have you ever been to Washington? Boring, so boring."

Was Stiles in any way surprised that Derek was across the street? Because if he was, clearly he did't know Derek well enough.

But hey, at least he had Puppy Joe with him as a convenient excuse for his lurking.

Stiles was slightly surpised. Slightly. Only because he hadn't told Derek when and where this date was happening. His stalking skills were insane.

To Stiles' credit, he didn't flail when he saw Derek. Instead he turned away from the window and tried to focus hard on Kate. Maybe Derek would go away if he ignored him.

Stiles. Please. Derek was a born stalker.

And Derek was just going to stand there. Looking pretty creepy because it was his default facial expression. Wasn't that just the coolest?

"Old Lace would be happy anywhere Gert was," Kate pointed out, having no idea why there would be a stalking Derek or an ignoring Stiles. "And Washington would probably be good if you were into flannel."

Stiles was so distracted that he only caught the last half of what Kate was saying. "Flannel belongs in all climates. Yes, I'm including the beach."

See, he was not being murdered, Derek. He was having fun. Now go away.

ARE YOU SURE? SHE LOOKED LIKE AN ARGENT, STILES.

Which just meant Derek was going to hang out here. After picking up the dog and holding him in the crook of his arm. Look, it was cold out and the dog didn't have any socks.

"You are wrong, Stiles," Kate informed him. "And you're lucky I'm here to tell you just how wrong."

She eyed him then glanced out the window at the creepy (hot) guy holding the cute dog. "Your friend's dog is going to get cold."

"That's not my friend," Stiles said, not even pretending to look over and see who Kate was talking about. "That's a strangely handsome hobo and his cute dog. Never seen him before in my life."

Derek frowned at that, pretending to be busy getting Puppy Joe settled somewhere warm. Somewhere warm meaning inside his jacket now.

He was not a hobo, Stiles. He had a house and everything.

Kate snorted. "Big hobo problem here on Fandom Island is there?"

"Why else would a guy be standing outside a coffee shop, staring at us?" Stiles asked. "Unless he's standing out there to keep an eye on me during a date which would make him a complete and utter psycho."

HEY. HE WAS PROTECTING YOU, STILES.

Derek rolled his eyes in a dramatic fashion that only happened when you were named Derek Hale or Scott McCall. They were a duo of drama queens.

"Psychos are pretty thick on the ground here," Kate pointed out. Almost as thick on the ground as Avengers (or Avengers-wannabes) and that ven diagram overlapped in a rather large section.

Seriously though, she felt like Stiles' dad was standing out there making sure she didn't corrupt the kid.

"Oh my gooooood." This was so embarrassing. Stiles waved his hands at Derek in a clear 'go the hell away' motion. "Derek, shoo! Go home!"

...

"I lied, Kate, I do know him." No duh, Stiles.

Oh, Stiles. Even if he was out of sight, that didn't mean he couldn't listen in on the date. The entire time.

And, following the Hale code of disappearing like a creeper, he waited until a convenient passing of a rickshaw to vanish from sight.

Seriously, this was something he totally practiced. It was weird.

"...Yeah, I totally didn't guess that all," she said sarcastically.

Even if the 'Shoo!' was kind of hilarious.

The look Kate was giving Stiles could be found right next to 'what the fuck?' in any dictionary you wanted to check.

"He...he does that," Stiles said, rubbing his forehead. "You know, along with making dramatic entrances and trying to ruin my life."

"Bad Valentine gift guy," Kate guessed. "Why, exactly, is he a life-ruiner?"

"The fact that he's stalking two teenagers just having coffee together isn't enough proof? Or the fact that he's still probably listening to everything we say?" Stiles asked. "I'm pretty sure he was glaring at you, not me. He probably thinks you're some kind of evil succubus."

"I'd call that more creepy old guy who needs to find more appropriate hobbies," she replied.

She made a face at Stiles then couldn't help herself. Mostly because he'd said creepy-dude was still listening and Kate was clearly an idiot. "How'd you find out about my evil succubi side? I was keeping that a secret."

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Stiles smirked, getting what Kate was trying to do. "Well I figured there had to have been an evil ulterior motive for you wanting to go out with me. Luckily I don't mind being your victim."

"But it's so much less fun for me when you're willing," Kate told him. "We succubi shun flannel. And consent."

"Well I'll probably put up a fight if you try to take the flannel," he said. "It's very dear to me. The first line of defense against my anti-shirtlessness."

"Just your virtue and life energy then?" She had to try not to laugh as she 'considered' it. "Deal."

Stiles lifted his arms up like he won some great victory. "Yes! And here I thought I couldn't give my virtue away. And who needs life energy, really. Worthless."

"That's exactly the way I'd hoped you'd think," Kate informed him, finding him hilarious. "My magic has done its job well."

"It really is an evil trick you pulled," Stiles said. "You act all nice and as soon as my creepy protector vanishes you unveil your true plans. I never saw it coming."

"What kind of evil genius would unveil her true plans while your creepy protector was nearby?" she asked.

Possibly Swarm, but what could one expect from Nazi bees?

"No, now you are unprotected, and my dirtily nefarious deeds shall take place."

"Wow, right here in the coffee shop?" Stiles asked. "Nice."

Stiles was gonna get such a glaring from Derek when they went out on Valentine's Day. Or possibly tomorrow in class.

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