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 still felt slightly drunk from the three martinis or whatever the hell he had gulped down, but he felt wide awake enough to do something like getting coffee. “Sure, yeah. You can’t get in trouble for walking into a coffee shop drunk, right? Just- Just checking.”
Summer’s smile was a little crooked. “Only for driving drunk. I’m not drunk, so it’s fine, if there’s driving I’ll do it. But there’s a coffeeshop around the next block, right?” Putting a hand lightly to his shoulder, she steered Stiles out of the bar and into the night.
He nodded, slightly remembering the word ‘coffee’ on a sign about a block away. Coffee sounded good. And so did Summer. Stiles came to the sudden conclusion that he didn’t know much about her; just that her name was Summer, and she was attending… school? He lightly shook his head, a bit disappointed with himself for not remembering.
She cocked an eyebrow at the headshake. “What? You don’t want coffee?” The air was noticeably cooler outside the crowded atmosphere of the bar. Feeling a little awkward, she dropped her hand from Stiles’ shoulder and tucked them together behind her back. “I mean, we don’t have to do coffee … I don’t really … “