He threw his hands up like it was the most reasonable request in the world and he'd just been shot down. "Fine, fine. Let's go continue to contribute to the delinquency of minors. You're still standing and your words make sense, therefore you're not nearly drunk enough."

Stiles headed for the door, holding it open and dropping a low bow while sweeping his arm out for Scott to precede him. "After you." He looked back at the guy in the bathroom as Scott passed him, wondering at the look on his face. "What?" Then he rolled his eyes and followed after his best bestie who ever bested.