Hello, Happy Sunday! How about 34 or 60 for the drabble prompts? Thanks! Reba
I went with 34! “He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”
“So, how did the two of you meet? He seems kind of-- intense,” Courtney says, eyeing the way Peter cuts seamlessly cuts through the crowd to get to the bar.
Stiles laughs, feeling the good kind of buzzed. He’s having a good time tonight: his boyfriend dropped by for a surprise weekend visit, they’re hanging out with his roommates and a few of his college friends and everyone seems to be getting on well.
He watches how the bartender bypasses a few other patrons to just serve Peter, either anticipating a tip or just to get rid of the man and yeah. Intense is a good word to describe Peter.
“We met when I was still in high school,” Stiles says. He sees that Peter is already making his way back, a tray full of drinks in hand, and he grins, “And at first? He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.”
Peter rolls his eyes at him even as he places the tray down and sits down in the booth next to Stiles. “That’s not a very nice thing to say, darling.”
His fake pout makes Stiles laugh.
“It’s true though, baby,” Stiles replies, kisses Peter’s cheek to soothe the sting of his words to the chorus of his friends awwing at them. He pats Peter’s chest and directs his next words at his friends, “But he got better after a few years and we became friends.”
“Intense friends,” Peter interjects with a leer causing the whole booth to groan or laugh.
Stiles rolls his eyes. “Not that intense. Peter was adamant I turn eighteen before any actual intense business took place,” Stiles says seriously, then grins and adds, “My dad, who’s the sheriff by the way, may have done some gun-waving to ensure that.”
He doesn’t mention that the gun-waving ended with Peter getting shot in the kneecap though. Instead, he stops whatever dirty remark Peter might make next by pulling him into a kiss.