[Stiles is already there when Dean arrives. The place is empty, otherwise, like it was the first night Dean arrived on the Barge and they'd talked. He's sitting at the same booth Dean had occupied that night. There are two bottles sitting on the table -- both full. One is a bottle of Jack -- his preference, and a bottle of Wild Turkey.
There are also two tumblers on the surface and Stiles has one of them set in front of him, index finger running around the rim of the cup even as he rips open a bag of peanuts with his teeth and his free hand. He's not hungry, but he hasn't eaten in awhile, and on the off chance he drinks more than he should, he doesn't want to wind up being sick later. He eats a couple of the nuts and looks up when he hears Dean's footsteps approaching.
Stiles gives him a slight nod of acknowledgment and opens the bottle of Jack, pouring himself a glass and popping one of the nuts into his mouth, chewing it.]
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There are also two tumblers on the surface and Stiles has one of them set in front of him, index finger running around the rim of the cup even as he rips open a bag of peanuts with his teeth and his free hand. He's not hungry, but he hasn't eaten in awhile, and on the off chance he drinks more than he should, he doesn't want to wind up being sick later. He eats a couple of the nuts and looks up when he hears Dean's footsteps approaching.
Stiles gives him a slight nod of acknowledgment and opens the bottle of Jack, pouring himself a glass and popping one of the nuts into his mouth, chewing it.]