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[theshabbiestofmen]

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[theshabbiestofmen]

Certainly. I'm free now, to be honest. I can come over.

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[ex_question191]

Does being a different kind of werewolf mean you can get drunk?

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[theshabbiestofmen]

I can, yes. Shall I bring over some whiskey?

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[ex_question191]

Let's meet at the bar.

[ we both have roomies it's less weird this way.

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[theshabbiestofmen]

Fine. Be there soon.

[But how will we pass out drunkenly on a bed, Stiles?

Remus makes his way down, leaving a note for Sirius. He's brought some water-- he doesn't need a hangover on top of everything, god knows-- and sits and waits in the corner.]

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[ex_question191]

[ we'll pass out drunkenly under the table instead. ]

[ stiles turns up eventually, helps himself to glasses and an ice bucket because he pretty much works here, brings them over, and slumps into the chair. ]

Hey, how've you been?

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[theshabbiestofmen]

Well enough, considering. Yourself?

[ex_question191]

[ stiles leans an elbow on the table and scrubs a hand over his face. ]

Ready to drink heavily and pretend today never happened.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Did . . . sorry, is this related to the Cyllene? Or is it something else?

[ex_question191]

No, it's.

[ stiles looks at him, and wants to tell him, which is actually a good sign for him in a lot of respects. remus is pack, right? ]

[ he pours their drinks. ]

Did I tell you why I agreed to join the pack?

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He shakes his head and carefully takes his drink.]

[ex_question191]

It was because of Lydia. She told me she was from — my future, I guess? All of our future. Where we were all pack together, humans and werewolves.

[ his tone is deeply bitter. ]

Anyway, turns out she's full of shit.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He glances down for a few seconds, uncertain, before meeting Stiles' eyes.]

I'm sorry.

[A beat. Genuinely:]

But I am glad you joined.

[ex_question191]

[ stiles looks away, at that. ]

Yeah? I still don't— I'm not a werewolf.

[theshabbiestofmen]

You're pack.

[He leans forward, trying to meet Stiles' eyes.]

You are. I don't-- I feel a bond toward you I wouldn't otherwise. You're pack to me, and I'll swear that to anyone. Werewolf or not, you're one of us.

[ex_question191]

[ stiles's gaze wanders back to him, and he's caught on the sincerity there. swallows. ]

Yeah? I don't — get to feel like that.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Yes, well.

[He tries for a small smile.]

The transformations aren't so pleasant, so I suppose it's a win and a loss. And the fleas-- really, you're not missing out on much.

I truly mean it, though. I would . . . fight for you. If need be. Just as I would for Derek, or Erika, or even Scott, though he's not technically in our pack. You're . . . you've made a home for me here. There's very little I wouldn't do for you in return.

[ex_question191]

Wow, uh.

[ stiles knocks his drink back, too stunned to even wince at the burn. ]

Thanks.

[ his cheeks feel a little hot, but maybe that's the booze. ]

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He shrugs, suddenly embarrassed, and glances away.]

I-- sorry. I tend to get passionate when it concerns pack . . . things. But I did mean it. If that's not too strange to say.

[ex_question191]

No, that's. It's good. I'm feeling the love.

[ he grins down at the table for a moment, but then raises his gaze, more serious. ]

You know, I figured, even if this whole pack thing doesn't work out now that it's not. Preordained, or whatever. That we should hang out.

[ wow he's not great at compliments. ]

[theshabbiestofmen]

I'd like that.

[He smiles again.]

Though perhaps not at a bar. I have a limited tolerance.

[ex_question191]

For bars?

[theshabbiestofmen]

And alcohol in general. I'm hardly a drinker at the best of times.

[ex_question191]

Hey, me neither!

[ he finishes off his glass and pours another one, makes a cheers motion. ]

It's great, it means it's gonna be really easy to get drunk. Not like Scott, I'm pretty sure alcohol doesn't affect him.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Yes, I keep meaning to ask Derek or Scott about how they react to their metabolisms-- mine is rather quick, but nothing supernatural.