"Oh my god, dude, stop," Scott facepalmed at his best friend, turning red.

Scott looked around for a bowl of snacks, spotted one filled with nuts and slid it down the bar towards Stiles. Maybe once Stiles consumed some nuts, he'd stop talking about Scott's.

Thanking the bartender when he put their drinks in front of them, Scott picked up his beer bottle, waiting for Stiles to make a toast.