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fandomtownies2013-07-24 04:08 pm
justlurkinghere) wrote in fandomtownies2013-07-24 04:08 pm
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Where you can get a drink. A depressing drink.
Where vampires might be depressed. Or smug. Probably smug.
"Are you trying to scare people away from here?" Stiles asked as he sat down at his usual spot. "I'm getting distinct sad sack vibes in here."
"Do you actually think I can make the DJ stop?"
"Aren't you the big scary werewolf?" he asked.
"He works for a vampire who is more willing to kill him than me." Because Derek had morals. Silly, silly morals.
UNLESS IT SERVES TO MAKE HIS BACKSTORY MORE TRAGIC TO NOT HAVE MORALS.
UNLESS IT SERVES TO MAKE HIS BACKSTORY MORE TRAGIC TO NOT HAVE MORALS.
"Well then I guess you'll have to be more cheerful to offset the music." Yeah he couldn't say that with a straight face. Or without laughing right after.
"I hate you," Derek informed him with a sigh as he pushed over the usual drink.
"Oh yeah I'm feeling the hate right now," Stiles said before taking a sip of his drink. "You all healed?"
Derek shrugged both shoulders, showing off all that range of movement. "It's just slower."
"Doesn't really answer my question but I'm gonna say that's a yes," Stiles said, sighing. "Good thing, would have sucked to be hurt during the full moon if like Jackson escaped or something."
"I would have survived." THIS TIME, DEREK. THIS TIME.
Stiles rolled his eyes. "That might not always be the case."
Derek just frowned at him. Because no. No, Stiles. It was his job to worry.
"Are we arguing again?"
"Are we arguing again?"
"I'm just showing concern," Stiles said. "See how annoying that is?"
"Shut up." Stiles, why must you hurt him so?
"Never," he said. "But I will stop nagging. Makes me feel like your wife."
"That's a terrifying thought," Derek shot back dryly. Terrifying on so, so many levels.
Mostly on the levels of 'oh god, emotional intimacy! oh god, oh god!' and 'the weekend that shall not be named.'
Mostly on the levels of 'oh god, emotional intimacy! oh god, oh god!' and 'the weekend that shall not be named.'
Stiles was valiantly trying not to think of that at all. It was not working. "Pfft you're missing out. I'm gonna make someone a great wife. Husband."
Whatever.
Whatever.
"Wife," Derek corrected smugly. Though, let's be real here, Derek. You would be the wife there.
WHY WERE THEY STILL TALKING ABOUT THIS?
WHY WERE THEY STILL TALKING ABOUT THIS?
BECAUSE THEY NEEDED TO MAKE THINGS AS AWKWARD AS POSSIBLE.
"Oh ha ha I'm a girl," Stiles said. "Jackson's about ten years ahead of you with those insults."
"Oh ha ha I'm a girl," Stiles said. "Jackson's about ten years ahead of you with those insults."
GODDAMN IT, GUYS.
"You're comparing me to Jackson?" Way to be insulting there!
"You're comparing me to Jackson?" Way to be insulting there!
Stiles smiled and nodded. "Yep. Totally like Jackson. You could be twins."
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