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Stiles stumbled along the street his mind foggy with the affects of the boozed seeping through his pores as he licked his lips the heavy taste of vodka and jack Daniels running through his body was making his skin tingle with such warmth he giggled out his normal happy smile he wore when he was drunk.
he had texted Scott drunkenly asking if he could crash at his place for the night not wanting anyone else to see him this plastered and of course the happy go lucky puppy had allowed him to stay, he wore a huge smile, Scott was working a double at the vet clinic so he told Stiles to just let himself in and of course the luck be it that Stiles did in fact have a key to the others house so he was all set and he was lucky enough he even had some spare clothes he could change into in the morning and shower before he had to get to work.
Stiles felt no worry just the happy affects washing over him, the reason for his drunken antics currently was the fact he and his ex had just spent a few hours earlier that day arguing before he had stormed off, it sucked having to deal with someone. He was glad it was over though and he would never have to deal with him anymore. Matt was a total wack job and very creepy the way he was always taking pictures. Stiles shook his foggy head not wanting to think about him when he felt this good.
Stumbling along the side walk he made his way down the street Scott's house was on, after high school Scott had done well for himself college and then he had his vet practice in town and he and his boyfriend had gotten their first house. Stiles loved crashing there when he needed to get away from his roommates and it was nice to feel secure and safe with the alpha that was Scott. Stiles grumbled as he stared up and down the street groggily deciding which house he wanted which obviously was Scott's he knew that beautiful Blue house by heart.
he made his way up to the porch tripping over something and cursing he kicked at it with a grunt hearing a crack, the fuck when did Scott get a plant on his porch...dammit Isaac would be hearing from him tomorrow at work about leaving death traps out for him. Stiles grunted a curse out as he looked at the door he was just a few feet from his sweet couch and relief he really needed to take a good long piss before he could curl up and sleep.
Stiles searching his tight skinny jeans and tugged out his keys blurry eyed he picked out the one that was Scott's it had a stupid little cartoon werewolf on the top and he shoved it into the door handle and tried jiggling it and turning it.
Nothing doing. Glaring drunkenly his brows knitted together in a cute but confused drunken gaze he jerked and jiggled the door handle as he shoved and jiggled his key forcing it so bad when he finally pulled it back out it was bent a bit, well god dammit Isaac was a ass...he was always doing shit like this to him!. He figured this was for last month when Stiles had taken half the mayo out of the jar at work in the employ lunch room and mixed it with frosting and put it back right before he made his sandwich and Isaac had thrown up.
That little nasty beta was going to pay this was not funny at all. Stiles grunted once more as he shoved himself away from the door and he limped his way (thanks to the plant from hell) over to the window and he tilted his head cracking his knuckles as he looked around he grabbed the edges of the window screen, serves Isaac right to have to go buy a new one, he thought to himself as he stumbled as he pulled it off bending the weak metal as he tugged it off the base. He hadn't broken into a window since he was in high school but he figured rusty skills would come back to him fast even is his hazy state.
Licking over his lips he gave a few pushes on the window cheering happily at the fact the window was actually unlocked on the inside! He shoved it open and stumbled through it falling as he got his leg hung up on the edge, falling and landing on his face he tugged his leg free looking up while chest on the ground leg up in the air behind him resting on the window seal he met eyes with a very unimpressed looking young looking black cat, couldn't be older than a few months.
When did Scott and Isaac get a cat? Huh it must be a cat from the clinic. Shrugging it off he hurriedly flailed about as he closed the window and trudged his way through the house not totally paying attention in the dark as he shrugged his way to the bathroom. Hurriedly stripping his shirt off he flung it someplace in the living room and then headed into the bathroom wincing at the bright light he peed and washed up running some cold water over his face looking in the mirror.
his dark chocolate colored eyes looking over himself, he grinned and shook his head god the hang over he would have would be worth the buzz he felt. Stumbling back into the living room he ran into a coffee table he didn't remember being there. Well fuck you Isaac. He knocked over some fucking ugly looking vase that he didn't remember ever seeing god had they let Lydia try decorating again. Stiles grunted and figured he would have to pay for the vase and Lydia would flip a bitch but he would just deal.
crawling up onto the couch he reached for a folded blanket over the back, it smelt so warm and good. It smelt different...not like it normally did, not that the blankets normally smelt bad they just smelt like Scott and Isaac's house but this one smelt different.
In the morning he would blame his misjudgments in the bar all his arguments of the day on his and Matt's horrible relationship and the break up, the running the streets drunkenly on his heart ache and the fact he had some how managed to text Jackson of all people earlier and tell them that he loved him but in a non homo way in the I love you like a friend loves someone from high school who hated them but now they are friends kind of way, he only confessed three times in text that he loved Derek's butt and abs. He might have told Corey over drinks in the bar that he was a cute twink but he was just to young for him.
He really didn't know what he was going to do with his life anymore now that he was going to be basically the only single one in the gang again and he was back to being left out on date nights, sighing he took in another whiff of the blanket to calm him it smelt like one of the teas that he made at work, but it also smelled like something stronger it smelt like wolf of course it did but not like Scott's wolf must be Isaac's they hardly cuddled enough in wolf form to smell him. Shaking his head he thought back earlier to his tenth or was it twelfth shot of vodka when he had sobbed on Corey's shoulder about finding out Matt had cheated on him with some chick from his photography group..
Trying not to think about it Stiles curled up into the couch and he was joined by the black cat and suddenly also a white and gray cat of about the same size and age he blinked...two cats...Jesus Isaac was going to bring home all the strays he could, trying not to put to much thought into it he grumbled as he nuzzled into the warmth and he drifted off. One thing he should have remembered before falling asleep should have been that Scott's house was not Blue.