Temporarily Misappropriating the BAU

The Bowling Champ

Stiles: "Ha! Scott just got roped into a double date!"
Danny: "Triple date, babe. We got tricked too."
Stiles: "Curses!"

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Stiles tried to ignore the feeling of encroaching dread as he thought of the newest murder. Well, almost murder. The guy was still technically alive, or it probably should fall into the category of unintentional maiming. Honestly, he was just relieved that he hadn't been the one to first discover the bloody bus or the victim.

The poor topic was actually a little easier to ignore with Danny sitting beside him, resting his hand on Stiles' leg and noisily munching on an apple. He had a coy little grin on his face, the bastard. Probably knew that if he moved his hand there was a good chance that Stiles would combust.

"So," Lydia spoke up suddenly as she attempted to change the topic. "Where are the six of us going?" She turned her question on Allison and raised an eyebrow when she received a stammering question. "The date. You were talking about hanging out with Scott, and I refuse to sit at home watching lacrosse videos again, so Jackson and I are going. Danny and Miles are welcome to come too, seeing as they're a thing now. Yeah?"

Stiles ducked his head and tried not to let his irritation show on his face. He didn't know why Lydia had suddenly decided they didn't know each other, and now that he had a different love interest it was actually beginning to piss him off. They had known each other since they were little kids. She knew his fucking name.

Danny's grip on his thigh tightened and he quickly interjected, "That sounds like a great idea, Leila. We haven't been able to actually go on a date yet."

Lydia's face quickly froze as she stared at Danny, refusing to allow her face to contort in irritation or disgust. She didn't acknowledge the insult, or retaliate. Instead she quickly turned back to Allison to confirm if bowling would suit for the activity.

Stiles listened to the conversation with half an ear, trying to hold in a snort of amusement when Scott said he was a great bowler. He wasn't about to call him out in front of the others, but he knew he would be telling Danny no matter what. He didn't even wait, deciding to whip his phone out under the table.

He's shit at bowling.

Mini-Hacker: I figured that was why you were trying not to laugh.
Mini-Hacker: You're literally shaking with repressed laughter.

I love him, but he can be a dumbass.

Black Queen: Hello my lovelies.
Black Queen: Who's a dumbass?

My best friend. He just got forced to agree to a double date and lied about being a good bowler because his girlfriend was taunting a jackass.
My friend is a dumb, innocent Puppy Dog.

Mini-Hacker: Triple date. We got roped in as well.
Mini-Hacker: I'm sorry about her, by the way. I could tell you were upset.

You got her back pretty well, so thanks for that.

Black Queen: Oh? Tell Momma how Mini-Me protected my Son.

Not your son.

Mini-Hacker: She called him by the wrong name, even though she's known him for years.
Mini-Hacker: I know she knows his name because we've talked about him a lot recently, so I called her by the wrong name as well.

It was incredibly hot. Especially with that smug little grin you gave.
I should also warn you, I'm horrible at bowling as well.

Mini-Hacker: I'll give you a few pointers.