"Hey, has anyone seen Stiles?" Scott asked as he pulled a sealed water bottle out of Lydia's fridge, "I need to talk to him, now."
It had to be the punch, he knew it was. He saw the wolfsbane swirling inside of the bowl when he left the bedroom after seeing Allison make out with the kanima, which had to be a hallucination caused by the punch. And in order to figure out why Lydia had spiked the punch with wolfsbane, he was gonna need Stiles.
But when he finally found him, he winced sympathetically; he was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his eyes looked glazed over and he had definitely been crying. Scott kneeled down in front of him, holding the water out to him and gently shaking his shoulder.
"Stiles, look at me. Drink the water," Scott said before cracking the seal to offer it to him, but he just pulled his head away, "Stiles, drink it. Something's happening and I need you to sober up right now. Come on, Stiles."
'What did he see? He has to be hallucinating as well.'
"What do you think you're doing?" One of their classmates, Danielle, interrupted, "you want him to sober up fast, that's not the way to do it."
"You can do better?" Scott asked, actually hoping that she had a solution instead of just critiquing him.
"I can do best, boy." She responded as she grabbed onto Stiles and dunked him head first into the pool. Scott was too stunned to speak but she quickly pulled him back out, resulting in Stiles spitting out so much pool water on the paved deck, "how do you feel?"
"Like I might have to revisit my policy on hitting a girl." He responded, his voice still nasally as Danielle stood up, offering Scott a quick smile.
"He's sober."
"Come on, we gotta find Lydia," Scott insisted, but Stiles still didn't get up, no longer drunk but definitely still reeling, "hey, what did you see?"
"Hmm?"
"You hallucinated, because of the punch. It made everyone see things, I saw Allison making out with the kanima. So, what did you see?"
"It wasn't a hallucination."
"So what was it? A memory?" Scott pressed, trying not to pressure Stiles into anything.
"I think so. I think I blocked it out," Stiles explained as he looked down at his hands, "it was my dad. We had just gotten back from the funeral... He got drunk and he blamed it on me."
"Your mom?" Scott filled in, wincing when Stiles nodded with a somber look in his eyes, "that wasn't your fault. Your mom didn't get sick because of you, and your dad's a lot better now."
On shaking legs, Stiles stood up, still sweaty and tearful, but obviously done talking about it, "let's go find Lydia."