"No. I was too busy trying not to get pee all over myself. You wanna whip it out so I can see it's a real one and not some detachable hose thing?" Stiles grinned back at Scott over his shoulder, completely oblivious to said third wheel in the room. The shots were hitting him now and it was this nice, warm buzz that settled over him. Scott? Scott was the best. The bestest best in the whole best. No wait, that was one too many bests. Shit. Take one of those out and replace it with another word, because that was totally what he meant.