Stiles is pretty much feeling all of the shots hitting him at once. Considering he's a lightweight, they're hitting him pretty hard, but he appears to be holding them down, so far.

"Can't be a cops kid without the cops bein' around. Or the dad," He says, eyeing his empty shot glass a little mournfully. But he shakes it off again to look at York. "Yeah, we're pretty tight," he says, crossing his fingers to indicate as such. That might be something of a lie, considering he'd stolen a police van and cost his dad his job for a while - but after the lacrosse game, his dad had seemed proud of him again so that's what he was choosing to focus on.

"What about you, though? Like, parents, what about yours," Stiles rambles in an attempt to deflect.