Tasha let out a bright laugh and raised her eyebrows playfully. “You think?” she teased, giving him a playful smirk before she started walking toward one of the exits. “Well c’mon then. Let’s get out of here.”
Stiles rolled his eyes but followed after her anyway, completely aware that underage drinking could get him in trouble, but not at all caring in this moment. He pushed through the double doors, grinning, as he asked, “Where exactly are we doing that, anyway?”















