There's been a few changes in the first three chapters but they affect (effect?) the direction of the story, check them out quick before continuing!

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Tegan is taken by surprise when she and Stiles arrive at Lydia's. There is so many people crowding her courtyard there is barely room to move around. It's awkward for Tegan, she only knows Stiles and even between them the conversation is limited; since the only reason they even talk it because Stiles practically killed her twice in one day. Tegan had thought she would be doing Stiles a favor, she assumed that by showing up with him Lydia would feel some form of jealously. That, as it turned out, was hopelessly false. She had spent the majority of the night with her tongue lost in Jackson's mouth. It wasn't an enjoyable sight, more like a train wreck; she just couldn't look away.

Scott had made a valiant effort to include Tegan in the conversation, explaining the rivalry between Beacon Hills and a few of the other lacrosse sporting schools in the district. She had zero interest in the game but, at least it passed the time. Stiles returns with five cups, all filled to the brim with a berry smelling liquid. Tegan watches as he comes stumbling through a crowd of people, one cup hanging from his teeth and the others balanced not so carefully in his hands; he gives them out, one by one to Scott, Allison and herself.

The pair before them decide to call it a night after the first half of their drinks diminish, leaving Stiles and Tegan to fend for themselves amongst the masses. There's a pong table being dominated by Jackson, at least whenever Lydia allows him a breather, in the corner. Tegan nudges Stiles in the ribs, her head nodding towards the game.

"I'm really good. Unfortunately." She laughs a little, her eyes anchoring with his, "You wanna be my partner?"

Stiles smiles, throwing the remainder of his drink down the back of his throat and nodding, "I suck so, yeah. Fair warning."

Jackson gives Stiles a hard time, the /whole/ time. It isn't until Tegan actually misses that she realizes that the cups are full of shots and not beer. Her lips pucker together at the same time her eyes squint until she gets it down.

"Who plays pong with shots!" She yells across the table at Jackson, her head shaking with a laugh.

"Awh, what's the matter? You can always forfeit!" Jackson grins cockily, his next shot going in perfectly.

Tegan's eyes lower as she attempts to carry she and Stiles through the next few games, at least until they're both missing high fives because there's two sets of hands floating around the other palm. She can't stop laughing, her cheeks matching the vibrant red that graces Stiles' as well. Her hand somehow makes its way around his torso, his arm nervously following suit by slinging around her shoulders and neck.

Stiles is too drunk to realize exactly what is happening at first, her free hand reaching up to meet his fingers until they're in a war to twine together. Tegan leans into him, still laughing at an angry Jackson who has all but flipped the table after losing a game of pong.

"Take me home", she whispers to his fingers, kissing his knuckles as she does.

He nods, the pair trampling across Lydia's front lawn towards the street. They walk past Stiles' jeep, leaving it to sit until morning when he had sobered up to drive. It takes so much longer than necessary for them to make it to Tegan's doorstep, though they had laughed the whole way. Mostly at the way Stiles couldn't produce a sentence without trying to retract half of it, his inability to form lucid words when he was under fire making for an entertaining walk for Tegan. She turns on her heel when they walk up the three steps to her door, her index finger instantly lifting to her lips to indicate their need for hushed voices.

"It's like two am, shh" she giggles, her hand giving Stiles' sternum a playful shove. He just smiles, swaying slightly against her push. There's a break of silence when Tegan finds herself distracted by his lips. She takes a step closer, their breaths forming hot clouds in the cool air. Stiles can't move, he's in disbelief of their proximity; he finds it hard to swallow as his eyes transfer back and forth from her plush mauve stained lips to her bright hazel eyes. Tegan's lets the fingers of her left hand curl into the hem of his shirt, her eyes still hazy from the alcohol she reaches up with the opposite hand and drags her thumb gently over his bottom lip.

"You have great lips..." she mutters, intoxicated on more than one level. Stiles' jaw comes unhinged when her finger tugs against his mouth, pulling his lips apart. When her thumb drops from his brims, his tongue rolls over both his lips to wet them. Their eyes meet, anchor into a comfortable stare, until their foreheads are touching. Tegan nudges his nose with hers, encouraging him to kiss her; both her arms snake around his neck, pulling him impossibly close to her frame. His own hands settle at her lower back, grabbing into the fabric of her shirt as they had earlier. Tegan's eyes flutter closed when she feels the top of his lip just barely reach hers...

His phone rings. On full volume. Stiles jumps back, struggling to remove the device from his pocket. It falls to the ground and he's bending down to pick it up to swipe across the screen to answer Scott's call.

"What!?" he tries not to raise his voice above a whisper, his eyes locking with Tegan's as he listen to the voice on the other end. "Dude...I swear to god. I'm gonna kill you. Murder you in your - yeah. Fine. Okay. I'll meet you there." He's almost instantly sobered, his hand shoving his phone back into the depths of his front pocket.

Tegan stands with her hands in her back pockets, feeling shot down. Her toe taps against the ground behind her as she sighs, "See you Monday?"

"Yeah...Look -"

"It's okay. Just...don't" She gives a half hearted smile before turning towards her door. "Night, Stiles."