Suck on that he did. And he looked like a baby sucking on his dummy, the way he sucked on the lime with no hands, until he let it drop from his mouth and hit the bar. He stuck out his tongue and shuddered.

"That didn't help as much as I wanted it to." Stupid lime. Stupid tequila. "We're not having any more of that, are we?" Don't say yes, Stiles, or he'll go home. Don't even answer the question, just put a beer in his hand and quickly change the subject.