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[audio]

[hischair]

Little busy making sure he doesn't face-plant the floor.

He got a fake ID and put it to good use. I've taken it off him, he should sleep for a few hours. Could you let Scott know I've got him, too?

[audio]

[lupusalpha]

How do you know him?

[Wait, pause, stop]

I'll let Scott know. I can pick him up.

[audio]

[hischair]

Stiles? We met a while back, I've been teaching him self-defense.

[ Wait, wut. ]

I'll call you so you can pick him up when he's sober, probably after he eats something solid too.

[audio]

[lupusalpha]

You're teaching him self defense.

You want him to throw up all over your floor?

[audio]

[hischair]

I am. He wanted me too, the kid said he gets beaten up a lot.

And don't worry about my floor, he's got a five-star bucket next to the bed.

[audio]

[lupusalpha]

By who?

[audio]

[hischair]

I don't know, I didn't ask. He might only be a teenager but it's not my business.

[audio]

[lupusalpha]

But it's your business to pick him up and take him to your place.

[audio]

[hischair]

Hey, he was flat-out drunk and he's better off safe indoors than gargling his own vomit in a field. You don't have to thank me but you could show a little less criticism.

[audio]

[lupusalpha]

You could have brought him home.

[audio]

[hischair]

I'm not going to go dragging him all over the place looking for a house I've never been to. Aside from that, I live with a doctor who can treat him if he gets sick.

I'll call you when Stiles feels better. We're done.

[ And he hangs up. ]