"Remind me again why we're walking the streets at night?" Zach asked, following behind Scott as Stiles led the way to some unknown location.

"You'll see," Stiles replied, pushing through some low hanging branches, never breaking his stride.

"We really shouldn't be out here. My mum is in a constant state of freak out from what happened at the school," Scott said, glancing around the area fearfully.

"And now that we know the Alpha lives in the area, and I have seen the damn thing, Kate's been training me non-stop so I can join them on the hunt. If she find out I'm gone, I am so screwed," Zach agreed, shivering at the thought of Kate getting angry.

"Yeah, well your guardians aren't the Sheriff, there is no comparison," Stiles called back.

"Can you at least tell us where we're going?" Zach asked, quickening his pace to catch up to Scott.

"When you're best friend gets dumped…" Stiles began ti say before Scott cut him off.

"I did not get dumped," he snapped, letting go of Stiles when he gave him a look.

"Not how Allison described it," Zach pointed out, shutting up when he saw Scott's angry face.

"We're just taking a break," Scott corrected, continuing to follow behind Stiles.

"Well, when your best friend is 'taking a break', with his girlfriend," Stiles began, stopping in his tracks to pull out a bottle of booze. "It is the duty of his best friends to get him drunk."

"You can't be serious?" Zach questioned as Stiles took a swig of the drink, handing it off to Scott to have his own sip.

"Come on Zach, live a little," Scott said, handing the bottle to Zach.

"There's a reason I nearly went to rehab last year, I can't," Zach told them, pushing the bottle away.

"Come on, it's not like you're going to be binge drinking or anything," Stiles insisted, motioning for Scott to hand the bottle over to Zach. Zach looked between them and shook his head, refusing to give into peer pressure. Unfortunately, before he knew it, he was sitting around laughing with them, taking sips of the bottle as he watched his Stiles in amusement, looking a little tipsy.

"God you are such lightweight," he teased, passing the bottle over to Stiles.

"You make it sound like I've never had anything to drink before," Stiles slurred a little, making Zach laugh, as he fell onto his back, laughing even more. "Why were we here again?"

"We came out here to drown your romantic sorrows," Zach replied, leaning back to support himself on his hands, his arm hurting a little as he did so.

"That's right, I remember. You realise she is just one girl right?" Stiles asked, looking up at Scott from the ground. "There's so many, so many, other girls in the sea."

"Fish. Fish in the sea," Scott corrected him, looking in the other direction.

"Fish? Why are you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls, girls that you need to look to date, hot girls," Stiles told him, sighing in contentment.

"Like Lydia?" Zach teased, kicking his friend when he reached out to grab him.

"No, I never said Lydia. Maybe I meant someone else," Stiles said, avoiding his gaze.

"Well then, who's this mystery girl with long, strawberry blonde hair and really pretty, green eyes?" Zach asked, leaning in close to laugh in his face.

"Hey, that sounds just like Lydia, but that's not who I am talking about. I can't tell you who, because that's for me to know, and for you to find out. Besides, you're into guys, you shouldn't even be giving a damn about girls" Stiles replied, turning to look at Scott who had become silent.

"I can still think girls are pretty," Zach said matter-of-factly, turning to Scott as well.

"So what's your word bro, what's your word on… What were we talking about?" Stiles asked, seeming confused.

"You're definitely a lightweight," Zach laughed, pushing Stiles as he tried getting up, knocking him back to the ground.

"I hate you so much," Stiles groaned, smiling up at Zach as he got up to pick up the bottle again. "Hey Scott, want another drink?"

"I don't want anymore," Scott answered, shaking his head no.

"You're no drunk?" Stiles asked, falling back to the ground.

"I'm not anything," Scott replied, staring off into the distance.

"It's probably because you're a werewolf, you're probably healing fast enough to not let any of the toxins enter your body," Zach theorised, taking a swig of the drink.

"Like how he doesn't need his inhaler anymore, so he can't get drunk because of the same reasons. Am I drunk?" Stiles asked, looking around the area in confusion.

"You're wasted," Scott and Zach replied in unison, the latter putting the bottle back on the ground, refusing to drink anymore.

"Yeah!" Stiles cheered, punching his fist in the air triumphantly while Scott looked away again.

"Come on Scott, I know it feels bad now, it must hurt like hell. You just need to give yourself time to let your heart heal and before you know it, life will be running by smoothly," Zach reassured him, happy that he wasn't making some stupid drunk joke.

"Yeah, like, being broken up isn't as bad as being sad and alone," Stiles agreed with a smile, getting a kick in the ribs for his joke. "What was that for?"

"For not helping," Zach snapped, standing up to go sit next to Scott on his log. "Seriously though, you just need to give yourself time. You have two awesome friends that are going to be helping you all the way. Okay?"

"Okay, thanks," Scott said, a small smile appearing as he spoke.

"Great, now let's-" Stiles began to say before the bottle was pulled away from his grasp as two boys picked up the bottle, the one closest to them taking a swig.

"Well, look at the three little piggies getting their drink on," he sneered, smirking down at the three.

"Give it back," Scott growled, glaring up at him.

"What's that little man?" the first guys asked, returning the glare.

"I think he wants a drink," the second man answered with grin.

"I want the bottle," Scott repeated, his gaze unwavering.

"Come on guys, let's just go," Stiles said, trying to get to his feet.

"You brought me here to get me drunk Stiles. I'm not drunk yet," Scott told him, watching as the first guy took another drink from the bottle. Scott stood up from his seat and walked forward, stepping in front of the first guy to stare up at him threateningly. "Give me the bottle."

"No," the man said, shaking his head whilst smirking at him.

"Give me the bottle of jack," Scott repeated, his voice sounding a little hoarse. Zach looked down at Scott's hands and noticed his claws growing out, realising what was about to happen.

"Scott, don't do it," Stiles said as the man handed the bottle back, only to have Scott throw it at a nearby tree, shattering it in seconds.

"Come on Scott, Stiles, let's go," Zach said, bringing Stiles to his feet and grabbing Scott, pulling them away before he could do any damage.

"Please tell me that was because of the break-up," Stiles called after them as he ran to catch up to an angry Scott and a worried Zach.

"Or is it because of the full moon tomorrow?" Zach questioned as they reached Stiles car, blocking the door so he couldn't get in.

"Let me pass, we need to go home," Stiles said, pulling out his keys to unlock the car.

"We're still going home, you're just not driving," Zach told him, snatching the keys from his hands and jumping into the car, not waiting for him to argue.

"You're lucky I like you," Zach heard Stiles mutter as he opened the back door, hopping into the backseat with Scott.

"Lucky indeed," Zach agreed, starting up the car and pulling out of the parking lot, ready to bring his drunk and his depressed friend's home.

Ah, the funniness of a drunk Stiles, gotta love him :3

Hope you all enjoyed the chapter and are ready for more ^_^

Farewell for now guys :D