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𝗦𝗛𝗘'𝗦 𝗧𝗢𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 chapter eleven
Under the light of an almost full moon, Scott followed Stiles down a dark path through the woods, the night air crisp and filled with tension. "Can you at least tell me what we're doing out here?" Scott asked, his curiosity piqued amidst the shadows that seemed to swirl around them.
"When your best friend gets dumped—" Stiles started, but Scott interrupted, irritation creeping into his voice.
"I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break."
Stiles brushed off Scott's protest, continuing with a determined grin, "When your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break..." He reached into his backpack and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels.
"You get your best friend drunk." Stiles held up the bottle, his excitement palpable, but when he set it down on a rock, Scott noticed it was already half empty. The night had slipped away from them, long enough for Stiles to have consumed most of it. They gathered around a steel trash can with a fire blazing inside, the warmth of the flames battling the coolness of the night.
"Dude, she's one girl. There are plenty more girls in the sea—" Stiles continued, his bravado unwavering.
"Fish in the sea," Scott corrected him, trying to keep the mood light despite the turmoil churning inside.
"What? Why are you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls. Especially ones with blonde hair, dark brown eyes, five foot five..."
"Like Celeste?" Scott shot back, raising an eyebrow at his friend.
"Exactly! How did you know I was talking about... What was I talking about?" Stiles trailed off, looking at Scott with a mix of confusion and concern. "You don't look happy. Drink."
"I don't want anymore." Scott shook his head, his gaze fixed on the flickering fire, lost in his thoughts.
"You're not drunk?" Stiles asked, genuinely puzzled.
"I'm not anything," Scott replied, the weight of his emotions evident in his tone.
"Maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore. Maybe you can't get drunk." Stiles mused, his mind wandering. "Am I drunk?"
