"Stiles…?" Stiles opens his eyes at the worried voice and looks up to see Ana looking down on him in the grass.
"Ana! What are you doin' here?"
"I walked Janice home. Why are you laying in the grass?"
"Hmmmm…" Stiles ponded and felt something in his right hand, turning his head he saw it was a bottle of Jack, "Oh yeah!" He waved the bottle up at Ana, "this is what I'm doing in the grass. The cool, cool grass…" he grinned up at her and laughed.
Ana just looked down at him with a very concerned expression and wrinkled nose. "I see that, I hope this isn't a habit you're developing. Drinking alone, outside, in a park, at night."
"Well, you're here now!" Stiles said excitedly, and waved the bottle at Ana again, "wan sssome?"
Ana gently took the bottle from his grasp and, crouching down beside him, place the bottle to her side, away from Stiles.
"Stiles, you've had too much," Ana said, her eyes looking him over and worried. "You really reek. Is there someone who can watch you at home?"
"Hmmmmmmm, nope. Dad's on dead shift. Wait, tha's not right. Body shift? Grave shift?"
Ana sighed and frowned. She didn't need to glance at the half empty bottle to know he was going to be very sick very soon. She had a feeling that it wouldn't be a good idea to just leave him alone at home. "Ok Stiles," she stood up, "time to go."
"Aw why, the night is young! And have you tried layin in this grass? 's the best."
"I'm sure."
"Ok, lemme jus' finish my drink," Stiles started patting the ground in reach, apparently forgetting he'd offered the bottle to Ana.
"No, you've had enough. Come on." Ana, very gently, took the searching hand and pulled Stiles up.
Leaning over Ana slightly, Stiles asked for just one more sip. Ana rolled her eyes and tipped the bottle over with a nudge of her foot, causing the rest of the Jack to spill out. "Sorry Stiles, it's all gone."
"Aww, really? But he was my friend."
"I'm going to take you to Scott's house. Which way is it?"
Stiles pondered and eventually pointed in the very general direction of Scott's house. Ana wrapped one arm around Stiles' waist and started walking in the indicated direction, but didn't make it far before stopping. Stiles was literally dragging his feet and Ana threatened to carry him bridal style, which would make both of the look absurd, if he didn't at least try and walk. Stiles giggled but managed to get one foot in front of the other and Ana settled on looping her arm through his so she could steer them as the walked side by side.
"You're a good friend, Anna. Ana."
"You make it difficult sometimes," Ana said, totally deadpan.
"I can't even be mad at you. 'S not your fault."
Ana glanced up at him, confused. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, Derek's just an asshoooole. You're awesome. Just because you made everyone brain dead doesn't mean he can be a growly jerk," Stiles nodded, in complete agreement with himself.
Ana stopped for a moment, causing Stiles to stagger. He was just getting the walking thing down too. "I'd never lie to him though. An' not even 'cause he could tell, because of wolf super powers. Nope. But does he believe me? Noooo. He doesn't think I trust him, but I do. I do. I trust him so much -hic- so much…" Stiles swayed a bit, his eyes watering.
"I-I'm sorry, Stiles," Ana said quietly.
"I know. Me too." They stood there for a moment, the cool night air alive with soft sounds. Then Stiles made a weird gurgling noise and Ana stepped away just in time to avoid being vomited on. She put a small hand on his back, rubbing circles as he dry heaved a bit.
"Done?" she asked gently after he'd been quiet for a minute. He nodded. Ana looped arms with him again and hustled them along, eager to get away from the smell of alcohol and the half digested dinner Stiles had emptied. It was easier going, Stiles remained quiet the rest of the way to Scott's house.
A grey muzzle hovered above the empty Jack bottle, sniffing greedily. Hot breath ghosted out as the wolf lifted its nose to the wind and scented the air. The sound of cracking bone disturbed the night, leaving the park suddenly silent. Red eyes flashed in the dark and teeth grinned wickedly as a voice broke the eerie silence: "Found you."