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The Perk | Sunday Afternoon

Stiles had liked Turkey (he liked any place where he didn't have to go to class), but there was something nice about being back home. Or in Fandom, rather. Beacon Hills was still technically home even though it seemed like all hell broke loose whenever he stepped foot there. Still, the point was he was glad to be back in his own country, on his freaky little island. With it's sort of crappy coffee that he loved for some reason. And the pervert barista.

The pervert barista who seemed to love the fact Stiles had taken a more dudebro backwards cap approach now that he made the decision to grow out his hair. Already it was getting to the awkward porcupine stage. He had a feeling was due to Fandom weirdness. Or maybe he was getting a lot of vitamin D and it was making his hair grow faster. Whichever.

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Mike was just dropping by for a quick coffee in between bouts of trying to see if he could make the second floor of the mansion less hazardous. But hey, familiar face.

"Woah, look who didn't stay in Turkey."

"It was tempting, but they really didn't make the kind of coffee I liked there," Stiles said. "Also I think my dad would have gone all Taken on people if I didn't come back."

"Yeah, nobody needs that," Mike agreed. They just didn't. "Or the possible weirdo freakout from Derek, either."

"You never know, he might be relieved to not have to deal with me anymore." That may have been true a few months ago but Stiles knew better than to really think that now. "How have things been on the non-Turkish side of the world?"

"Quiet," Mike replied as he got his coffee from the barista. "Really quiet. I worked on the house, took some walks around town... That's about it. Nothing weird happened."

"So you totally missed me then, right?" he teased.

"Well, there wasn't anyone randomly showing up to raid the fridge," he mused. "Was actually kind of refreshing..."

He was kidding.

"Hey, I do my best to only eat the things I think Derek's bought," Stiles said. "Except for things relating to Oreos, those are always fair game no matter who bought them."

"I don't know, man," Mike tsked. "A man should get to keep his Oreos. I think that's in the constitution."

"Haven't you ever heard that sharing is caring?" Stiles asked.

"Nope," he claimed. "Can't say I have. You should've brought me Turkish Oreos, then maybe we could've talked."

"You want some foreign knockoff of Oreos?" he asked. "That's un-American."

"No, it's called broadening your horizons!" Or something. "Dude, it's experiencing different cultures. Through products that aren't too foreign."

Mike would be the type of tourist who'd be thrilled just walking through a grocery store in a different country.

"Hey, I broadened my horizons plenty in Turkey," he said. "Mostly through booze."

Mike looked jokingly doubting.

"I don't know, that sounds a lot like just the usual thing..."

"It was foreign booze!" he said. "It totally counts."

"Uh huh." He nodded, in a way that suggested it didn't count. "So was that all you did? Booze and slightly worse coffee than here?"

"Mostly." He was definitely not one to do the physically taxing activites during the trip. "I made out with a girl in a bar."

Mike, don't look so surprised and proud.

"Seriously? Good for you!" Beat. "Wait, she was hot, right?"

"Yeah, she was hot!" Please, Mike, he wasn't about to make out with someone he didn't find attractive. "And I didn't do anything embarrassing and I'm fairly sure she wasn't evil."

"Outstanding!" Mike grinned, because that was the kind of friend he was. "Good for you, man. Was she a local or should I be expecting more follow up stories to come?"

"She's a student here. I have a class with her," Stiles said. "Not sure if you'll be hearing any more stories though, I don't think I'm a full time casual hook up guy."

This was pretty naive talk coming from someone who never experienced sex pollen.

"Really?" Mike asked, sipping his coffee while he raised his eyebrows. "I think that's a pretty unusual stance for a guy your age. Not that there's anything wrong with that."

But Lord knew Mike hadn't thought like that when he'd been sixteen. Or, like, any age that wasn't within the last six months or so.

Stiles had been involved in the world's greatest unrequited love affair since he was eight, he had strange ideas when it came to love and relationships. See: whatever that clusterfuck friendship that he and Derek shared was.

"Kitty seemed surpised by that as well," Stiles said with a bit of a smile. "She gave me a proud big sister look for it."

"Kitty's s girl," Mike said, not like he thought it was a bad thing. "I think she might be naturally more attuned to that kind of thinking. I was so not like that at your age. But hey, man, whatever works for you. Sounds like you had fun on break, at least."

"This break has definitely been less traumatic than the last two," he said. "First one that I didn't go back home for. I think I'm sensing a pattern."

"Yeah, that Beacon Hills place sounds fucking nuts." Hey, Mike thought he'd been watching Stiles and Derek for long enough now to make that assessment. "I'd pick Turkey as a place less likely to get weird over break."

"Yeah Beacon Hills really isn't an ideal vacation spot," Stiles said. "Werewolves aside, there really isn't much to do. Aside from the thriving drag scene at gay bars."

"Still way better than nothing." Said someone who'd known half the bar scene in Tampa and therefore knew what he was talking about. "But it wouldn't be my first choice, either."

"You know where else has a good drag scene?" Stiles asked. "Turkey. I went to a show my first night. It was amazing, even if I couldn't understand what most people were telling me."

"Somehow I imagine that really doesn't hinder it much." Mike had been around drag queens, yeah. "That's the first thing about this trip that makes me actually feel a little jealous."

Man, he knew he should have badgered Derek into going!

"Yeah, why didn't you go as Derek's plus one?" he asked. "...wait, I just answered my own question."

"Yeah." Yeah. "I like Derek, but he's not my first choice for a vacation buddy."

On account of Mike actually wanting to have fun. And also being capable of it. Without being forced to.

"And the chances of Derek going would have been so slim," Stiles said. "Who would have watched Puppy Joe?"

"... Laurie?"

Would that even have worked? Well, better her than Pinkie Pie, at least. Maybe.

"That dog would have come back dyed pink and then Derek would have killed her."

"And that would be bad," Mike decided, "because I like her."

"She is a pretty fun person to be around," Stiles agreed. "You know, once you get past her psychotic shipping."

"... I don't even know what that is."

The shipping part, that was. The psychotic he understood.

He didn't spend a whole lot of time online.

Stiles, meanwhile, spent a good chunk of his life online. He may have written some fanfic. He may have.

"She thinks Derek and I are meant to be or something," Stiles said with a wave of his hand. "She's half the reason I keep up with the dating charade. Her enthusiasm seems so genuine, I'd hate to disappoint her."

"I think she'd get over it." He was actually not entirely sure. Laurie was a little intense that way. "Or she'd find other people to harass. I could probably distract her with, like, chocolate vodka or something."

"Like I said, Laurie's only half the reason I keep up with it." And he wasn't too eager to go into the other reasons for it. "But she'd probably appreciate chocolate vodka for any reason. I've never seen someone love booze so much."

"I have, but they were mostly such brief acquaintances that I'm willing to say Laurie still wins," Mike said, not about to pry. half the time he was pretty sure he really didn't even want to know. "Girl's like a sitcom character."

That wasn't even a meta observation.

"That seems like the right way to put it." Because batshit crazy seemed mean. "She promised to get me into wine. I doubt it's possible, but if anyone can pull it off it's her."

"Wait, you get wine?" Mike checked, like that was a travesty. "How come I just get all the vodka?"

"Maybe because I'm classier than you are," Stiles joked. "It's not outside the realm of possibility."

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