i found a liquor store (closed)

[jumpiness]

who. Stiles & York (neverknocks)
what. Stiles is a slick motherfucker who can totally get drinks. Absolutely.
where. The Quad,
when. Saturday, after the Vorcha varren announcement.
warnings. Underage drinking.

So things with Lydia were awkward, to say the least. They may have been up front with each other, but he'd still been lying to her and she'd still resurrected one of the people Stiles liked the least of the werewolves. So it was awkward.

And then the showers had stopped working. After that, there'd been monkeys, and now there were alien fucking dogs eating the monkeys. And possibly people. It was carnage. Stiles hadn't even been on Omega a week and already he wanted to get off this crazy train.

Getting up on a bench to avoid a varren chasing a pyjak, he'd heard an advertisement for a bar in Zeta district. Something called the Quad, which a quick search told him was referencing a certain part of an alien's anatomy. (Really?) But they were talking about how they might not have water, but they still had alcohol!

And that lit an idea. Stiles had some credits left from the repair work he'd been (trying) to do. Sure, that was supposed to go towards food and protection money but - he could spend some, right?

Let it never be said he couldn't budget, ah-huh.

So he managed to get in the door - the place was bumping, it seemed, and smelled really bad, but he couldn't tell if that was the bar or the patrons. He wrinkled his nose but then attempted to act like everything was normal, and sidled his way on over to the bar top, cool as you could be if you were a sixteen year old attempting to get alcohol in a space bar. (It wasn't very cool.)

He managed to elbow his way into a seat and hoped he could catch the bartender's attention.

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[neverknocks]

York knows teenage bravado when she sees it -- hell, she's done it enough herself -- and she can tell that whatever's going on at home isn't easy for Stiles. Hell, it wouldn't be easy for anybody. York leans against the bar, resting her elbow on the surface. "How you feelin', kid?"

[jumpiness]

"Mmm," Stiles says after a moment, because he's still in happily drunk, even if the subject isn't happy. "I'm feelin' like a hundred bucks. Aside from the smell," he adds belatedly, which gets him a look from a nearby Krogan.

"I didn't mean you dude," Stiles waves at him, but Krogan doesn't seem very happy about it regardless, and Stiles hunches down. "I think he needs something to drink, York."

[neverknocks]

"He needs somethin', all right," York mutters, giving the krogan a sidelong glance, but it's Stiles her gaze lingers on as her lips purse into a half-frown. "And so do you, kiddo. C'mon, I think it's time you headed home. Can you get home all on your own?"

[jumpiness]

"Kickin' me out already?" Stiles pouts, like it'll work again, but obediently gets up after a moment - nearly falls off his bar stool, actually, but he keeps his feet under him. It doesn't lend weight to his next words though.

"I'm fine," he insists, even though nobody likely asked, brushing himself off. "M'not too far from here, I'll be kay."

[neverknocks]

York raises an eyebrow, but she just gives him a small smile, shaking her head. He'll be all right. "All right then, kiddo, you get outta here, all right? I'll see you around, I hope."

She'd kinda meant to teach him a lesson -- she hadn't been in the best of moods when he'd shown up -- but in a weird way, she'd had some fun herself. Stiles isn't a bad kid, and he's just one more teenager stranded away from his home. Okay, so her heart goes out to him a little.

wrappy wraps

[jumpiness]

"Seeeeeya," he draws out the words, waving a little and almost tripping over a table. Was that table always there?

Either way, Stiles finally makes his wobbly way out of the Quad, happily intoxicated, as was his goal in the first place.