"Hear that, everybody? My guy's balls are out!" Stiles grinned at the rest of the people in the bar, chest puffed out in pride.

He heard that unspoken 'yet' lurking in the back of Scott's statement, but hey, as long as it was later and not before they could get their drink on, Stiles was okay with listening to what would inevitably be mooning and pining over one brunette with, as Scott put it, 'Perfect everything in all the right places'. Because Scott was a cruel, cruel friend who refused to go into detail about his conquests. It made living vicariously through him very difficult.

Sitting up more at the bar, Stiles looked along the top. "Hey, are there like, pretzels here? Beer nuts?"