thenogitsuneandstiles-deactivat:
Stiles was slammed against the wall, the fiery red headed girl he didn’t even know the name of smashing her lips to his. How had he ended up here? He didn’t know. He remembered being angry that Lydia had dissed him (once again) and walking into a bar, talking to a cute girl, they had danced after a few drinks…
And now he was up against a wall, their bodies pressed together, lips molding into each others and somehow, he loved it. Because he wasn’t worrying, or even caring frankly, about the other red head who had consumed him. Right now, at least, he probably wouldn’t know who she was if she walked up to him.
He scoffed, a grin on his lips. “Of course I want coffee. Who doesn’t want coffee?” He opened the door to the small shop, seeing absolutely nobody in there except for one person working, a tired expression to the barista’s looks. “What do you want? Cappuccino, latte..?”
“I … actually don’t drink coffee. Caffeine doesn’t work on me. But hot chocolate’s fine.” She offered a smile to the barista, hoping to make their day a little better, and found a little table to sit at. Her head still buzzed a little from the music in the bar — or was that from Stiles and the way he responded to her kisses?
Fuck, he was hot. Even half-drunk and obviously nervous, he was gorgeous. “I wonder what it would be like if we were sober,” she mumbled.
“Oh.” He made the typical ‘O’ shape with his lips, regretting saying that part about everyone loving coffee. He ordered their drinks, instantly taking a sip of the hot liquid, even though it burned his lips and insides. Yup, now he was awake. For sure. “So if you’re not a coffee drinker, is chocolate your thing?” He sat down in the chair opposite of her, setting the drinks down. Her hair was perfectly done, and it seemed so effortless at the same time. She was stunning. He couldn’t believe he was sitting here.
“If I want a hot drink, yeah. Or cider, I like hot cider too. Coffee’s just one of those things,” she flourished a wrist, “you have to have a taste for it, and I just never got it. It’s like beer, you know. One of my cats at home drinks beer, it’s so funny. He gets up in dad’s recliner and drinks out of dad’s glass.” She pushed a non-existent puff of hair behind one ear and blew on her drink.
“So, um, I think I know your name and that’s about it.”