fandomtownies | The Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

For some reason, the bar had received a shipment of prune juice. No, Derek didn't know why. He really doubted Jack would have ordered it too. He was starting to wonder why he came back to the island when he had to deal with this crap. He could be awkwardly making small talk with Sheriff Stilinski, but nooooo.

Since it arrived, he had been giving the small pallet a suspicious look instead of, you know, doing his job and putting it away.

What could it mean?

This was going to be a long night.

[Livin' OCD free]