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These drabbles can be read chronologically or not. Dealer's choice. I'm writing them in a progression style but they all pretty much stand alone.
He's warm. Like…really warm. Like straddling the line of comfortably and uncomfortably warm. And his window faces west, so how is there sun in his face….
Isaac opens his eyes and squints at the bright light coming through the window and is suddenly very thankful that his normal room doesn't have this problem. But where does that leave him again?
He tries to look around but realizes that something is holding him down. Thinking that it's Stiles or Scott, who he's reluctantly discovered are serial cuddlers, who might have snuck into bed with him from the party last night he looks back over his shoulder prepared to nudge either of them awake and off of him.
But it's not Stiles, nor is it Scott. It's Derek. Derek is the one curled up behind him.
His brain racks quickly for an explanation and he remembers being upstairs in Derek's room with him, talking and working through his six pack of beer, when the noise had tapered off to eventually nothing. Derek, in his typical concern conflicting with bravado, asked "Do you think they're dead?"
Isaac had laughed a little and said he'd go see. When he gets down the spiral stairs he saw the living room is practically empty. Scott and Alison are gone (judging by the lingering scent of arouse in the air they had left not long ago to find a nice quite place to screw). Boyd and Erica had probably done the same, but Isaac is a little miffed that she just left them there with her dumb idea and no supervision. He guessed Lydia took Stiles home since last he checked she announced she would not be drinking, thanks to some secret horror story she had involving vodka and a hammock. 'Good luck to her' He thought, because Stiles had been three sheets into the wind when he left and probably hadn't stop drinking after that. Cora is asleep on the couch. He's not sure if she had been drinking but he does know that that is her bed for now until Derek can find her more suitable arrangements. Isaac assumes that he'll be asking him to give up his room soon. Figures.
The teen spots the over half empty handle of vodka on the floor by the couch and examines it briefly. He's a little impressed they got more than half way. Even with 5, possibly 6, people they were all mostly inexperienced drinkers and judging by the label this was a pretty high proof.
He sniffs it but automatically he recoils in distaste. It smells like lighter fluid. He remembers when his dad would drink but he usually drank bourbon and had the 'decency' to drink higher grade stuff than this obviously bottle shelf present. He had tried it once when his dad was gone and he was home alone. It hadn't been so bad.
Isaac saw that there is some half empty juice on the floor by some disarrayed cups. He's a little irritated to find that it's his orange juice. Rude bastards had been making screw drivers with his orange juice, and didn't even offer him one!
Irritated, he was about to throw the juice away (because he's not sure what they've done to it) and stash the vodka in the kitchen when he gets an idea.
"What's that?" Derek asks when Isaac comes back upstairs with the juice, the vodka, and two cups.
"They're all gone. Figured since we didn't get any….-"There's a reason for that. Put it back down stairs." The Alpha interrupted in a strict manner, but Isaac moaned.
"Come on Derek! Live a little." He had told him and he had been surprised that that was virtually all it took to get him to listen.
Derek had argued that you shouldn't mix liquor and beer. Isaac tells him that's a myth. He knows. He had seen his dad mix them enough to know that they don't make you sick (it just made him violent, but that was most alcohol).
Isaac asked if werewolves can even get drunk. Derek said yes, it just takes quite a bit. Something about consuming enough depressant to depress their healing abilities or whatever.
Derek practically choked at the first sip of screw driver. Isaac asked if he added too much and Derek tells him no that this vodka is just shit. He said he'll have to show them how to pick out good liquor when they're older and, somehow, Isaac hears 'him' instead of 'them'.
The scene is the same before they had the vodka, except you know…with vodka, and Isaac can't remember when he fell asleep but…here he is.
The Beta tries to dislodge himself carefully and silently from the Alpha but he should have known that was futile before he started.
Derek stirs at the slightest movement and moans in annoyance at being woken up. "What is it?" He growls and Isaac freezes, fearing that he's going to incur the other's wrath if he even blinks.
"I….uh….I have to go to the bathroom." Isaac lies, and can feel his heart hammer in his chest in fear of being caught, Derek, and waking up next to him.
The other werewolf lifts his head to squint angrily at him before muttering as he heavily flops over on his other side, seeming to go back to sleep.
Isaac sits there for another minute, still scared to move, before he realizes he's free to go and blots.
He dashes for the bathroom, prepared to hide in there for a minute to not be thought of as a liar, and grasps the sink rim once he turns the water on.
Why won't his heart stop racing? He got away. And Derek didn't seem angry (except for being woken up). He shouldn't be afraid.
Isaac splashes cold water on his face, scrubs the beads of water into his pores, then looks up into the mirror. His face is red and not just from the scrubbing. His whole body feels almost uncomfortably hot again and he thinks back to when Derek was holding him. His heart rate kicks up again, and he swears he'll never drink again.
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