MugShot
''Hi, welcome to Mug Shot, what can I get you today?''
Stiles' voice was chirpy and bright as he turned around, greeting the next customer that appeared at the counter, a smile on his face before it fell and he raised a brow at the young guy.
''Whatever is in the till, give it to me.''
Blinking at the young guy, he couldn't help but snort a little as he glanced around the coffee shop and back again. ''I would highly suggest you rethink your choices dude.''
''Don't call me dude or you will regret it.'' The young man spoke, shifting on his feet before he opened his jacket to reveal the butt of a gun tucked in to his waistband.
''I'm not the one who is going to regret anything, that will be you.'' Stiles chuckled as he moved to cross his arms over his chest.
''You should be scared, I can and will shoot you.''
Rolling his eyes, Stiles breathed out. ''Well, I'm not scared at all, you should be though.''
''Why should I?''
The reply made him laugh as he shook his head a little and threw his hands up in to the air. ''Really dude? If ignorance is bliss, you must be the happiest person on the planet right now.'' Stiles taunted. ''Did you really think you could walk in here and rob the place?''
''Coffee shops are easy to do over.''
''Well, yes...normally if you are an asshole.'' Stiles smirked at him. ''But most coffee shops aren't sat right next to a sheriff's station if you hadn't noticed.'' He spoke as he waved towards the windows, he watched as the young guy glanced that way, finally taking notice of the cop cars parked up outside before he looked back.
''That doesn't matter, I still want everything in your till and then I'm going to walk out of here.''
''Sure...I mean, you could try...but I doubt those guys are going to let you go though.'' Stiles commented as he nodded over the guys shoulder.
Behind him, he couldn't help but grin at the sheriff deputies who had all risen from where they had been sat at various tables with their midday coffees, it was clear in the guy's shoulders as he turned that he knew that he was in trouble, even if the way he lifted his hands clear of his waist was anything to go by, Stiles couldn't help but laugh softly.
''Seriously, you should check your surroundings before trying to do over a place dude, you just picked the local cop hangout and at lunch time too.'' Stiles spoke as he chuckled, watching as a couple of the deputies stepped forward, one removing the gun from the waistband of his pants and the other cuffing him before they started to march him out the coffee shop.
''You could've gotten yourself shot.'' Looking up at the grump face of deputy Hale, Stiles couldn't help but grin brightly as he moved to lean on the counter, leaning across it.
''True, but I knew that you guys wouldn't allow that to happen at all.'' Stiles winked at him playfully, his eyes running over the perfectly fitted uniform before he snapped his eyes back up to pale eyes. ''So...what can I get you deputy Hale?''
''How about you not being late home for dinner tonight?'' Deputy Derek Hale spoke as he let a smile curl the corner of his lips, before leaning the rest of the way to place a kiss against Stiles' lips. ''See you later.''
Watching his fiancee head out of the coffee shop, Stiles couldn't help but sigh and lay across the counter. ''Hate seeing him walk away, but love watching him do it.'' He murmured.
