RABIIES.
❛ who said this was my first time? ❜ stiles shoots back as kevin pours him a drink, something playfully challenging in his tone. silas snorts, shaking his head as he takes another long drink from his beer. watching whatever movie they’ve put on and just fine with kevin doing the talking, but clearly still listening in on the conversation.
❛ and—– yeah, i’m gonna, okay? eventually. ❜ stiles takes too big of a sip and grimaces briefly, but the burning cinnamon taste of fireball goes down smoother than the whiskey he’s jacked from his dad’s stash on more than a few occasions. it warms him instantly, and it’s not long before he’s settling back in his spot between silas and kevin once more. hands in his lap, holding his cup, and maybe a little nervous. ❛ but thanks for buying this for me— for us, i mean. last time i tried, they just took my fake, so. appreciate it. ❜ curse his eternal baby face.
❛ ————– yeah, you’re welcome. ❜ silas interjects suddenly, even though stiles is looking at his friend, even though kevin technically paid for it, and stiles can only look annoyed.
❛ yeah–––yeah, no problem, dude. ❜ he offers stiles a wink, hiding his smirk with the cup he decides to drink from. it’s not exactly like he could mock stiles for anything , really. silas and himself always go out of their way to break the law, or just be total jackasses in general. ( and little does stiles know that. ) so when stiles tries to slip some in some booze, kevin can only chuckle and be proud.
humming, he stretches his arms over the back of the couch, grabbing a fist of stiles’ hair to give his head a small yank. ❛ y’heard that silas ? he appreciates it. ❜ there is a smirk he isn’t hiding this time, tone laced with something sinister, perfectly matching the linger in his eye. it’s easy to miss how easily he leans in, a low chuckle rising from his chest when he peeks down at stiles’ cup. ❛ not enough to finish it, though. what a shame. ❜
