Stiles is bringing up the rear of a line of what seems like a thousand people. That may be his sleep deprived brain talking. But it sure looks like that many.
He's trying his hardest not to trip up the white stone steps, the many, many white stone steps.
Don't get him wrong, Santorini is fucking beautiful as he looks out across the bay. Waiting in a line of thousands gives a guy time to do these things.
Around him people snap photos and run in and out of shops. Stiles is just focusing on making it up the damned steps alive so he can sit beside his best friend at the rehearsal dinner. The rehearsal dinner he's late for.
He's late for a number of reasons.
1. The man in the chair beside him would not stop kneeing him in the thigh.
2. Stiles had to wait for the slow bastard to get up out of his chair. Of course the guy on the isle side could just run out, also a bastard but this time he was a lucky one.
3. The arse of that guy caused stiles a momentary brain aneurysm as he tried to collect his shit.
4. Stiles is Stiles and ultimately many things make up the reason he's late.
5. The fucking hoards of people on these fucking steps in fucking Santorini.
Just as his mind starts to wonder back to fabulous arse man, the line comes to a halt.
An honest to god, not moving, time wasting halt. "Fuck me" stiles mutters. The person behind him slips, splutters and catches them self, he can't turn around in the limited space, but what a fucktard. Don't give him any more reasons to be late or Scott will fillet him.
The line starts up again and Stiles decides it's time to be a rude tourist and start elbowing people out the way.
Anybody and everybody gets to be victim to his insanity and within the next few minutes he slides to a stop atop the stairs leading down to Fanari. A hillside restaurant with a view of the whole bag.
He's gotta hand it to Ms McCall, Scott's mum, she knows how to pick a venue.
The sun's still highish in the sky as his best friend, who is friends with him for god knows what reason, Stiles is a mess, waves him enthusiastically over.
He hops through hoards of people he doesn't know, probably Allison's family and finally sits in his place next to the obviously nervous Scott McCall.
He sets a hand down on Scott's knee quickly, the fidgeting is normally a thing Stiles does, and turns to him.
"Come on, Scotty. Let's get this show on the road"
He looks around the room. All their friends have made it over, Lydia and Jackson, Cora and Isaac, Boyd and Erica. The couples had been there a day earlier to 'relax', which basically meant they could have sex in their room without everyone in the house knowing.
Stiles pouts internally at this, his sex life is nowhere near up to scratch. Of course Scott's about to commit to a life time of sex with one of beacon hills most beautiful, Stiles may hate him a little.
Well he would hate him more, but the fact that his chances of hooking up are slightly better, swinging both ways and all, makes it easy for Scott to tease Stiles about his recent dry spell.
Yes ok he hasn't had sex in a few months. Yes, he also may not have even kissed anyone in a few months. He's just really be into his study and spending time with the pack.
Given he's only doing half the usual amount of classes, the pack takes up time ok, and Derek is no where to be seen. Not even Cora knows where that beautiful bastard is.
Ok so really,
Stiles life is pretty sad right now, apart from his best friend getting married and being in Greece, everything is as mundane as humanly possible, maybe even supernaturally possible also.
