[Scott closes the door behind them, dropping onto the bed beside Stiles. He puts the bottle on the floor between his feet, tossing a dirty pair of pants toward his laundry basket to cover how he feels about Kira and Stiles trying to get drunk together. Though, he's not completely sure how he feels, so the tiny crease in his brow is still there when he straightens.]
Yeah, I'm sorry too. You're gonna be less sorry in the morning, though. How come you guys were drinking?
[Spam]
[Scott closes the door behind them, dropping onto the bed beside Stiles. He puts the bottle on the floor between his feet, tossing a dirty pair of pants toward his laundry basket to cover how he feels about Kira and Stiles trying to get drunk together. Though, he's not completely sure how he feels, so the tiny crease in his brow is still there when he straightens.]
Yeah, I'm sorry too. You're gonna be less sorry in the morning, though. How come you guys were drinking?