it's a beautiful niiight

[hypercompetent]

Do you remember how we all bid ridiculous amounts of money on dates for each other once upon a time?

Time to put up or shut up.
THE forcedish DATE MEME

Feeling romantic? Take your date to the top of the clocktower and look at the stars. Feeling like a quickie? The Black Stallion has all your alcohol fueled needs. Wanting a quaint date leaning over a table? Le Cafe Anglais and the Coffee Joint will help you make your dreams come true. Or, just wine and dine your date at home. Whatever it is, be creative.


You paid for this, after all!

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[hypercompetent]

Really not helping to stop perpetuating the parent stereotype. [ Wow this is a lot of stairs, isn't it. The problem with not being a lycanthrope is that Stiles doesn't happen to have super strength and stamina, so he stumbles up the stairs behind Derek until they get to the top, and he may or maynot be breathing a little hard. Shut up. ]

Aaabsolutely, because it surprises me every...single time.

[ When they get to the top of the stairs, Stiles is downright obvious in the way he's standing over his toes to try and make sure he can see over Derek's gargantuan shoulders. ]

[triskeles]

Like it's going to get any better anyways. [ What, he's not going to comment on the whole humanity thing. It's not like it's a problem or anything-- Stiles manages to keep up pretty damn well on his own, without lycanthropy. He's perfectly fine, of course, but that's because he's both Derek Hale and a werewolf.

Rolling his eyes at the way he's rocked up to his toes to try and see everything, he decides to do him a favor and step out of the way. It's not like he was stupid enough to leave anything intended to be a surprise out in the open, but at least this way he can get a good view of the rest of the city. ]

[hypercompetent]

[ Stiles' mouth does in fact drop open at the view, and Stiles ducks out from behind Derek when he moves, hurrying to the remains of the windowsill and leaning over it to look out at the city. He lets out a long, low whistle, practically hanging out of the edge to try and get the full view. It's undeniable, the place is gorgeous from afar--all brick buildings and low lights, a city without the remarkably huge brightness that Beacon Hills manages, just like its namesake. ] That is a view.

However, the brick does crumble under his hand, and Stiles yelps and jumps backwards, ambling back a few steps. ] And also a death trap, holy shit.

[triskeles]

[ Derek is quietly pleased with the reaction, letting Stiles slip past him to investigate. He's a little wary of him being so close to a rather precarious spot, but he puts a little faith in Stiles to not just outright slip on the remnants of the brick as he just... watches Stiles, instead of looking out with him or getting where he tucked away the things he brought up.

And then of course Stiles' luck strikes again.

He reaches out to curl his fingers in the folded portion of his flannel's sleeve, as if to make sure he stays away from falling through the window. ] Yeah, please don't fall out.

[hypercompetent]

[ Shaking his hand out, Stiles shoots a glare at the windowsill because he has the emotional maturity of a five year old and backs up safe out of the way of the weak structure. ] Dying would probably put a damper on things.

[ He lets Derek put his hand on his shirt, doesn't even a little flinch away; in fact, he leans into his touch just a little naturally, like he was supposed to be there all along.

And he doesn't deny the fact that that would, you know, damper their date. Because this is actually a date. ]

[triskeles]

[ Snorting softly at the glare, Derek slips his hand a little lower to curl his fingers at his elbow once he's sure that the teenager isn't about to go anywhere. It's comfortable and easy, and he tips his head towards Stiles with raised brows. ] Probably?

[ With a little squeeze, he steps around and away from him, going to where he tucked away something and retrieving it. There's plenty of good hiding places up here, and he turns to face him again with a bag, wiggling it a little. ]

Guess I'd have to eat all of these myself. [ Guess what that smell is, Stiles. ]

[hypercompetent]

Oh my god, dude, no. [ No you totally didn't. He jerks his head back a little like he can't even believe that Derek somehow managed to get a hold of some kind of greasy fried fast food goodness, and it's definitely undeniable that he's grinning. Like a loon.

Reaching for the bag, he plops down on the floor. ] I may fall in love with you yet. [ That was dry as the desert, but there is like a lot of truth behind it, and he feels his ears burn. Jesus. ] Bon appetit.

[triskeles]

[ It had taken a bit of investigating, a lot of dodging around Dean Winchester because the Black Stallion had the best means for which to procure the food in the bag, but Derek did. His main goal had been the curly fries, but he'd talked enough with Stiles, cooked alongside him enough times, to know what he liked most.

Ignoring the joking honesty, the sound of Stiles' jackrabbit heart, he moves to sit down with him. It doesn't matter that the floor is dusty or anything, they've dealt with worse, but it's a good view. ] It might wind up being a tie between me and the curly fries, I don't know.

[hypercompetent]

And Scott, and my dad. It's a battle for my affection. [ Stiles shoots him a smile that's all affection, and promptly starts to dig in, making a noise that's probably a little inappropriate for french fries and absolutely stuffing his face. ]

Tho', thith ith romantic. [ ...he's being a goofball on purpose. Really. ]

[triskeles]

Good to know where my competition lies. [ That's definitely dry, but not in the least bit sarcastic surprisingly enough. And in response to the smile, Derek actually drops his eyes down to the bag and away from the teen, chuffing a soft laugh before he reaches and takes some of the fries, mostly using it as a distraction.

He does look up under his brow at Stiles again, though. ] About as romantic as would be possible for us.