Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, (Y/n) (Y/L/n) have been friends since birth. And tonight they had nothing to do, no werewolf business. What should they do?
Stiles - I'm so, BOOORED!
Both you and Scott roll your eyes.
Scott - Well, what should we do...
You and Scott hop out of the jeep while Stiles turns off the engine and hops out. You go to walk inside when someone stops you by your wrist, you turn around to see Scott, you can tell that he's going to give you the be 'safe' talk. (IDK)
(Y/n) - Yes?
Scott - You know why I stopped you so, just let me speak, no interruptions.
You nod for him to continue. Scott put his hand up to count.
Scott - One, make sure you can see us at all times.
(you suppress an eye roll)
Scott -Two, 10 drinks max cause that's all you can handle.
(Y/n) - That's not true- it's 15.
Stiles - Yeah, okay. (In a sarcastic tone as always)
You glare at him and, he returns the gesture.
Scott - ANYWAYS! Three, keep an eye on your drinks or bring it to me so I can check them.
(Y/n) - Werewolf powers are convenient.
Stiles - Wasn't much help at Lydia's when she spiked it with wolfbane.
(Y/n) - True.
Scott - I said! NO interruptions. (eye roll from you) Four, tell us when you're going off by yourself.
(Y/n) - Excuse ME! Scott, I don't need to be monitored every minute of the day. I can take care of myself!
Scott - I know! But I want you to be safe, and I'm not done. Five, no strangers! Dance, drink and talk with us, okay?
(Y/n) - Yeah, okay, sure, Scott, I hope you know I'm not going to follow any of those rules.
Scott - Why do you have to be so- difficult!
(Y/n) - Ugh! Scott stop treating me like... like...
Stiles - Like a child.
(Y/n) - Yes! Thank you, Stiles.
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