Stiles just needs some fresh air, or at least - space. The dancefloor had turned into something that looked from the outside like one big orgy, and from the inside felt like a thousand limbs rising to strangle you.
Might look hot, but is just really uncomfortable. And there wasn’t anyone really interesting in tonight either, so while he was here for letting go purposes, it just wasn’t happening yet.
Considering just going to another lcub, he drops down on a couch in the back, grimacing a bit, as his arm hits something sticky. He quickly wipes it off, his movement having made him fall half into someone else.
He blinks, turns and frowns. That guy was definitely on something. And had no one around him to maybe look after him. Great.