"I hope that people will finally realize that I am more than Stiles Mikaelson, the psychotic Original who has no regards to feelings and human life"
In which the frail human Stiles Stilinski turns out to be much more involved in the supernatural th...
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Stiles slumped down in one of the bar chairs, annoyance painted on him clear as day.
"Bourbon... and keep them coming" he ordered.
"Rough day?" Damon Salvatore asked as he sat two seats away from him, drink in his hand. Stiles faced him with hesitation.
"Rough century" Stiles finally answered as he received his drink, carelessly throwing a hundred dollar bill at the bartender and slowly made his way over toward Damon. He sat down on his right.
"What could possibly have your knickers in a twist?" Damon teased with a dry smirk.
"Let's see... my dead hybrid brother isn't so dead anymore along with my werewolf boyfriend who turns out to be alive. I was ambushed in my own home completely nude in the sheets and then had to go save dear little sister from the council. Only to find out this morning, my now very much alive brother disowned our sister from our family and my boyfriends mother is going to be here next week to see why he can't go home. Turns out, I've ruined his life for all of eternity because I wasn't strong enough to save him from Alaric" Stiles finished as he gulped down the last bit of his drink and a new one was placed in front of him. "What about you?"
"The girl you so happened to kill recently came back as a vampire with my blood in her system due to a doctor who cheats at her everyday job. And of course, Elena wasn't so accepting on becoming a vampire that she got held hostage by whack jobs who blew themselves up recently and somehow, Damon looks like the person to blow people up instead of ripping them apart. That's besides the point. My brother insists on Elena drinking from animals instead of actual humans like our species is supposed to-"
"Courtesy of my parents" Stiles butted in.
"-only for her to come to me to tell me she can't keep the animal blood down. Shocker, right? So, I fed her my blood" Stiles choked on his drink slightly at his bluntness. "Ergo, the whole drinking binge I'm on where my now dead best friend, whom you also killed, used to drink"
Stiles nodded. "Rough century?"
"Rough century" Damon agreed as they both finished off their drinks.
"We're going to need something stronger than this" Stiles said.
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"I can't believe you're showing up to this drunk" Scott shook his head as he watched Stiles hold back a laugh. They were walking toward the entrance of the church where the service was going to be for the council that blew up.
"I'm not that drunk, babe" Stiles told him just as a random person handed them a flier for the service.
"Thank you for coming to support my family in this time of need" a lady said with a forced smile.
