A/N: I just wanted to make a short little something about Stiles' bat.
When they got back to their cars it was dark, and even without their werewolf senses they could all smell the sweat and blood on each other. Stiles however was the most beat up. And his face was already swollen from the hits he had taken.
Scott was the first to speak, "I think we did pretty well."
"Speak for yourself," said Stiles." You'll be fine before you ever even get home." He dropped his bat and slumped down onto the ground; quietly groaning on his way down. "I'll be dealing with these bruises for at least a week."
"Well dude," said Scott "You always bring a bat"
It was at that that Isaac decided to add to the conversation, "Honestly though…Your dad's the sheriff, How hard would it be to get a gun…?"
"Hmm," Stiles hummed as he sat there and pondered that thought, "Yeah, good point."
