The review of Hale's Coffee House was incredibly positive: "Quite, Calm and Relaxing. The home-y atmosphere makes it perfect for family's and their coffee is no less than amazing".

The scene Scott saw before him made him swear to never trust the internet again.

Stiles(the best friend with the horrifying summer job recommended by Scott- Holy Shit Stiles was going to kill him) was being shoved against the wall behind the counter, smashing jars of sugar and flavored powders as they fell from the shelves above, by a completely drenched (in coffee) greek god, no seriously, it looked like the guy would rip the shirt he was currently wearing if he flexed. Stiles was somehow managing to flail despite being almost entirely pinned to the wall screaming "How was I supposed to know not to press setting three?" whilst the guy practically growled and only pulled him closer to shove him harder back into the wall.

Over by one of the tables there were a couple wrestling- no, not wrestling… Scott's averts his eyes as he realizes the blonde and massive dark skinned guy are basically dry humping whilst in the middle of a violent make out session.

"I'm sorry I forgot to call"

"It's okay, you can make up for it now"

SMASH- a couple of chairs fall over

Scott desperately looks over to the other side of the café where he sees an incredibly built, chiseled jawed guy standing on a chair looking in desperation at a fierce looking red haired, also standing on a chair, who is throwing cutlery at the floor.

"Kill it Lydia, don't let the damn bug live" the girlish plea that comes from the man almost makes Scott laugh, almost, if it weren't for the three knives the redhead hurls at the floor, one only just missing Scotts foot, as she lets out the most fearsome battle cry, which almost makes Scott yelp,almost, if it weren't for the… well, adorable guy standing behind the till with the curliest golden hair ever, looking like a lost puppy amidst all the screaming and shattering of jars and plates (Stiles was now being shoved into the plate cabinet).

"errr, can I take your order?" the absolutely innocent looking and incredibly attractive "model", because if he has a face like that he should be doing perfume ads or watch ads or underwear ads…

Pulling his mind out of the gutter and snapping his eyes back up Scott stammered back:

"Well I kind of came too see.." Quick glance at Stiles who was literally nose to nose with the greek god (yet still managing to swing his arms about wildly). Scott recognized that look, it was the look Stiles gave before he was about to argue hours upon end with you until you gave in due to exhaustion and probably a headache. With a small sigh he finished: "actually" SMASH- a table toppled over "I'll just have a" The redhead bellowed as a cup went flying past Scotts ear. "you know what I'm gonna pass, I'll come back later or maybe never who knows" ignoring the gorgeous boy's confused look he fled, dodging flying cutlery and falling furniture as he went. If he died, he was going to make sure his mother sued that review site.

As he stepped outside he looked back only to see that the chaos was worsening, yet comically the golden haired model was making coffee for a couple of people who had just sat down at one of the still standing tables.

And that was when he saw him, a middle aged man dressed like he has come from the Milan fashion week, staring straight into his soul. Scott turns and bolts it all the way home.

The internet had said, "Quite, Calm and Relaxing. The home-y atmosphere makes it perfect for family's and their coffee is no less than amazing". Scott only had one word for the author of that review:

BULLSHIT.

He was never going to step foot in that coffee shop again, ever. (Sorry Stiles.)

It was about 10pm that night when stiles called, Scott considered ignoring the phone call in an attempt to prolong his life for a few more hours but his best friend loyalty kicked in.

"Duddee how come u didn't come to see me on my first day of work?!" Stiles practically whined over the phone.

"I kinda did, but you were… errrr….busy?"

"Oh good… SO YOU TOTALLY ALREADY KNOW WHY I AM GOING TO DRAG YOUR "STILES THIS JOB LOOKS FUN" BUTT OUT TO THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS TONIGHT AND MURDER YOU VIOLENTLY" Stiles screamed so hard down the phone, Scott had to hold it at an arms distance to lessen the ear damage.

"Dudee the review online, and the pay is sooo goo-"

"I HAVE BRUISES WHERE I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW BRUISES COULD FORM"

Only twice in his life had Scott ever encountered the tone of rage stiles' voice now sported across the phone. Once was in 4th grade when Scott ripped the head off Stiles favorite wolf teddy and the second time was in 9th grade when some jackass from an opposing lacrosse team decided to insult Stiles' mother- needless to say the team just stood back and watched Stiles flip.

So in conclusion, Scott was fucked for having basically forced Stiles to take a summer job in Hale's Coffee House because Scott was taking summer school and knew stiles would end up committing a murder or something just to keep himself entertained.

"But the review said" Scott muttered back weakly.

"WHATS WORSE IS MY DAD THINKS I'M HAVING SOME KIND OF KINKY ROUGH SEX AND DECIDED TO GIVE ME THE TALK, THAT'S RIGHT, THE TALK, SCOTT, THE FRIGGIN TALK"

"I'm sorry! I just thought, you needed something to keep you busy whilst I was in school all day"

"TOMORROW VISIT STILES AT WORK AND STICK AROUND TO SAVE HIM FROM HARD SURFACES OR ELSE DEATH" Stiles managed to snap over the phone.

"you're going BACK?!"

The line went dead, all Scott could do was stand there completely dumbfounded. He thought back over the scene he had seen the morning trying to find something, anything, a possible motive for stiles to be returning to a place of work where he was basically thrown around. A certain puppy-like individual kept creeping back into his head.

For what he could see, Scott had two choices:

1. Getting more involved with the psychopaths running the HCH (Hales Coffee House) wasn't worth it- terminate friendship with stiles.

Or

2. Risk death, possible maiming and being touched inappropriately by creepy fahionista dude, by visiting Stiles tomorrow, all for the sake of friendship

"Well shitt" Scott mumbles to himself as he lays in bad "friendship better come with free coffee"