Stiles' eyes narrowed at the mention of Isaac. "Yeah, sure. He can be Shaggy." Not.

His glass clinked against Scott's and he was glad his friend had made the suggestion before he'd gone to drink. "Oh my god, yes. We so have to moon him. There's no penalty of being mauled by the weredick, so this so has to happen. Maybe he'll think he's looking in a mirror."