Stiles has one of those moments that he figures gazelle have when they see a cheetah. That sense that he's about to engage in a stupid decision, and frequently its a voice in his head that sounds like his father that tells him he's about to do that.
He's gotten good at ignoring that particular voice, so he just leans forward, watching York with his best cool expression.
"I know how to avoid one," he tells her, which to him, means he maybe actually ate something before coming here. Its questionable whether he even did that.
His dad ususally drinks Jack Daniels, so Stiles actually hasn't had either of those. Like hell he's telling her that, so he points at the tequila. "That one, por favor," he tells her, but the grin that crawls onto his face isn't really cool so much as it is excited.
shrieks
He's gotten good at ignoring that particular voice, so he just leans forward, watching York with his best cool expression.
"I know how to avoid one," he tells her, which to him, means he maybe actually ate something before coming here. Its questionable whether he even did that.
His dad ususally drinks Jack Daniels, so Stiles actually hasn't had either of those. Like hell he's telling her that, so he points at the tequila. "That one, por favor," he tells her, but the grin that crawls onto his face isn't really cool so much as it is excited.