drunken mondays

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This week’s theme, is a shout out to @redorchestra : 

Thanks for writing in and requesting some Drunken Master poses. Hope Body-kun does them some justice. 

This first one is inspired by the scene where Jackie Chan is drinking a bottle of booze, bent over a dude on the ground. Since it’s Motorcycle Monday, the dude has been replaced with a Motorcycle! 


Workspace: Part Four

Part Three

A/N: Expect smut in the next part and finally knowing what happened that drunken Monday night (; Also, this is kind of long because I didn’t want to leave you guys waiting any longer than I already have. Hence the typos that are bound to be there as well. love ya babez.


“Hey, Y/N.” Scott greeted me as I entered the copy room.

It was Thursday afternoon and up to this point it had been next to impossible to get Scott alone. He was either wrapped around Kira or stuck to Stiles. Whom I’ve also not seen a lot of. Stiles was uncharacteristically quiet at his desk too. Normally, he’d add a smartass comment or unwanted opinions in conversation with the girls. But since our little…um…accident, he’s barely utter a single word to anyone but Scott. No matter how hard I try I can not remember a thing from that night. I racked my brain over and over trying to call to mind what happened that night but it’s all just blank. And after being ignore and deprive of vital information, I decided that the only way to get what I wanted is through an aggressive approach.

“Hey!” I replied to Scott as I walked to the copier next to him with my papers. I regarded him coolly wanting no diversions from my mission.

He smiled at me warmly but I wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries. I wanted answers, and I wanted them now. But I also need to play this smart, or I could have him retreating. So I took an easy route.

“How’s Kira?” I asked casually.

Scott looked at me feigning bemusement, but I gave him a knowing glance.

“She’s fine.” He said finally with a shy smile. His tan face turning a rosy hue.

I giggled softly shacking my head. I don’t understand why the two of them pretend that no ones knows they’re together.

“Today’s you’re date with Isaac, right?” He quizzed, and I knew he was eager to change the subject.

“Mmhmm.” I hummed as I set my papers on to the machine and pressed the start button. A second later they began sliding through the copier, their replicas launched out and resting on the tray to the side.

“That’s cool. Where you guys going?” He’d just put another stack of papers into his copier.

“Not sure. He wants it to be a surprise.” I rolled my eyes but I couldn’t suppress my grin.

“I’ll bet he does.” Scott said snidely.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” I questioned as I eyed him.

“Nothing, Isaac’s a great guy.” But somethings about Scott’s tone made it seem he was telling a joke I didn’t get.

I was getting frustrated, we were seriously getting away from the real reason I was here.

“Scott, I need to ask you something.” This caught his attention away from his copying and he searched my face for some indication on my mood. I gave nothing away.

“Okay…?” He said cautiously.

I took a deep breath.

“So, I know you picked Stiles up from my house the other day…” I began.

He looked at me like he wanted to say something. To lie maybe. He open his mouth and then, wisely, shut it.

“I know you guys are best friends and all, but you’re the only person other than Stiles that knows exactly what happened that night.”

At my words, his brow furrows and his lips settled into a hard thin line. His reaction is…unexpected. It’s a mixture between disapproval and confusion with a dash of disbelief.

“What are you asking me?” He inquired although I sensed he already knows the answer. After a moment of silence, I realised he was going to make me say it.

“What did Stiles say happened Monday?” I diverted my eyes away from him, unable to meet his gaze.

“You don’t remember?” His tone is incredulous.

I shook my head. “No, I-”

The copy room door opens behind us and of course of all the people in the entire office building that could’ve walk in at that moment, it had to be Stiles Fucking Stilinski.

I blushed grabbing papers from the cooling rack and bustled out of room, Stiles stepping aside to let me pass. Once out the door, I turned and pressed my back against the wall next to the place in which I’d just fled. Was I ever going to know the mistake, or mistakes, I’d made on my one night in a drunken stupor.

“What the hell was that all about?” Stiles asked his tone a little more than a whisper. My eyes widened and I held my breath. Not wanting them to know I was still there.

“Dude, you’re not going to believe this…” Scott said almost confounded.

I couldn’t see their faces, but I assumed Stiles gave Scott one of his famous “let’s hear it” faces and probably a gesture or two.

“She doesn’t remember.” Scott scoffed in complete amazement.

“Doesn’t remember what?”

“Any of it. She was trying to talk me into telling her what happened.”

It was quiet for a beat and I caught the sound of Stiles exhaling deeply. I could imagine him running his hand through his wild hair, with the other hand perched on his hip. After another moment of silence, I feared I might get caught ease dropping so I scurried back to my desk. I began working with only more questions, and no closer to any answers.


“Lydia!” I implored her. “Please just pick one.”

Lydia rolled her eyes and stood from her perch on my bed. She looked over the outfits I held in either of my hands on hangers.

“Let’s see, plain jane jeans with a frilly white top and chucks or an outdated aline skirt with a frumpy sweater. Both of these suck.”

I groan. “Lydia, please. Can’t you just be a little bit of helpful?”

“I thought you never ask!” She beamed and pushed me aside, making me stumble to the right, out of her way and she sifted through my closet.

“Last season, ew last year.” She counted off the reason all of my clothes weren’t suitable for wearing one by one until she stopped.

“This.” She pulled a plain black v-neck of the hanger and held it up to me.

“That? Really?” I asked not really believing she was serious.

“And…” She walked over to my chest of drawers and rummaged through for a second.

“These!” She produced a pair of black skinny jeans with a hole in the left knee.

“Lydia I don’t think..”

“Black is sophisticated, elegant, and sexy. Besides you don’t know where you’re going. So a skirt my be over dressed and honestly the frilly shirt is just god awful.”

I ignored her jab, taking the items from her and looking them over. She looks at me with anticipation, her eyes big and green.

“Sexy, huh?” I said holding the shirt to my torso with a smirk.

Lydia squeal and hugged me tightly. “Now let’s do something with this hair.”

“My hair?” I wined with a slight fear to my words as the strawberry blonde pushed me to the vanity.

By the time Isaac texted me to say he was outside, Lydia had thoroughly done me up. My dark hair was curled into loose waves and my eyes lined with black. I hated to admit it but I looked…hot.

I grabbed my purse and house keys off my kitchen table before heading out. I turned to lock the door behind me. When I swivelled back around, Isaac was leaning up against his black Camaro with his arms folded. He wore a seductive smirk on his face and I took the short walk to him, to admire how handsome he really was. He was tall and lean, with light hair and captivating eyes.

“You didn’t get all dressed up for me?” He asked a little smug.

“Why? Are we going somewhere nice? I can change.” I asked now worried Lydia’s choice was wrong.

“No, no. You just look hot.” He chuckled.

His bold comment caught me off guard.

“Oh, thanks.” I said awkwardly tucking my hair behind my ear dipping my head averting my eyes from his. I dreamily walked to my side of the car, anxious for what lie in wait for the night, and got in.


The movies.

His surprise date was just to the movie theatre.

Not dinner and movie.

Not hanging out watching movies.

A completely public, non-intimate, movie.

And on top of that, it was some gory scary movie.

I hate scary movies. Our conversation in the car oozed chemistry. We had so much in common and, although he wasn’t very witty, he was funny. And after all that, the fucker takes me to the movies. I don’t know why I was so mad. Maybe because I’d hyped myself up for some elaborately planned out date with hearts and flowers, and I was getting an extra butter popcorn with a box of Mike and Ike’s.

I hate Mike and Ike’s.

As we stood in line waiting for the girl behind the counter to provide us with our goods, I heard a familiar laugh behind us. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Kira walking in. I brighten immediately at the sight of her.

“Hey, I’ll be right back. My friend is over there!” I told Isaac not even giving him a chance to respond as I rushed towards her. She hadn’t spotted me yet, so I waved my hands to grab her attention.

“Kira!” I shouted.

“Y/N!” She shouted back with the same amount of excitement.

We collide hard when I embraced her.

“I’m so glad to see you.” I sound relieved, and I am. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here with Scott…as friends.” She added quickly.

I rolled my eyes as we detached from each other.

“Where is he at? Hiding?” I tease.

She blushes and jabs a thumb over her shoulder in the direction of him. I looked and see him just as he walked through the doors.

“Y/N” Scott hollered with glee and engulfs me in one of his famous bear hugs. Something about his reaction to seeing me startles me. He didn’t even seem surprised to see. Like he’d expected me to be there.

“Hey Scotty,” I chuckled patting his back.

“What are you doing here?” He asked releasing me from his tight grip.

I furrowed my brow, he knew very well what I would be doing here.

“My date…with Isaac?” I said still a little baffled.

“Ohhhh! Was that tonight?” He ask with a theatric attempt at confusion.

What was he playing at? I look at Kira for some answers, but she only shrugged and shook her head equally as confused. From behind the pair I could see a familiar mess of hair and looked beyond them to the new comer to theatre. Stiles strode in with a certain skinny, dark haired, big boobed girl at his side. I felt my face turn hot. What she doing here? What is he doing here…with her? I mean, I didn’t care obviously but the possibility that this was all a coincidence seemed highly improbable. I suddenly had the overwhelming feeling that this was all planned. But as I watched Stiles snake his arm around the girl who I’ve come to know as, Brielle, and join the group; a sickening feeling washed over me that I couldn’t explain. I looked down at my knotted fingers to avoid them.

“Hey, Y/N.” Stiles greeted me with a soft voice taking me aback.

I hadn’t expected anything from him let alone a hello. Hell he hasn’t even talked to me since Tuesday, and here he was all brown eyed and bushy tailed regarding me with a smile.

“Y/N, are we going this or what?” Isaac asked appearing next me popcorn in hand. Stiles smile fell and he narrowed his momentarily at Isaac. In the same moment, it reverted back to a, if not hasty, smile.

“Hey man,” Stiles said to Isaac. “Thanks again for inviting us!”

My head snapped to the boy standing next to me.

“You invited them?” I hissed.

This date was just getting worse and worse. This was suppose to be a romantic evening and it’s turned into a double, excuse me, triple date.

“What?” He shrugged unapologetically shoving a few pieces of popcorn in his mouth.

I took another look at Big Boob Brielle then to Stiles and rolled my eyes.

“Let’s just go, the movies about to start.” I mumble and pushed past him.

I made sure to sit in a row that was too full so the others would have to find somewhere else to sit. I was determined to get this date back on track. I liked Isaac, though I knew little about him and I wasn’t going to let Stupid Stilinski muck it up. Unfortunately for me, I could see the foursome from where I sat with my own date. Though I refrained from acknowledging them. They would not ruin this for me!

A sort of scary part played out on screen and I strategically grabbed Isaac’s arm, feigning the poor damsel in distress. He look down at me and I up at him gazing in his eyes, willing him to kiss me with my mind. He smiled then glanced down at my hand and back at me.

“You okay now?” He whispered and a wave of embarrassment washes over me. I withdraw my hand and sink into my seat. It was very clear now. This most certainly was not a date. When he said he wanted to show me around town, he meant it literally. He was being friendly not flirty, and I’d been stupid enough to mistake one for the other. Is this what my friends meant by be careful? Or was I just not his type? I snuck a peek up at him threw my lashes. He was totally fixated on the movie. I groan and without really thinking about it, glanced at my friends. They weren’t far from us, and I could perfectly see the back of their heads. Scott and Kira were clearly making out, give the people behind them quite the show. It made me chuckle, softening my ever worsening mood. I scanned either side of them looking for Stiles and I found him.

Staring at me from over his shoulder.

When he caught sight of me, he whirled his head forward again. Clearly being caught. His date noticed and gave him a concerned look. Mistaking his action for fearful. She wrapped both of her arms around his one and laid her head on his shoulder pulling him annoyingly close to her. And for some reason, this was my breaking point. I’d had enough of this whole night and just want air. I rose from my seat, noting that Isaac didn’t so much a flinch as I did so, and exited the theatre.

The lobby was pretty dead. It was late and most of the movie were in progress. There was the occasional straggler, who drank too much during the previews and needed to pee or was refilling their popcorn bucket. I saw a cushion-y bench against the wall near the entrance of my movie and I briskly walked to it, sitting down. I let my head fall in my hands as I went over in my mind the crazy first week at work I’d had. It was impossibly chaotic and I was positive if I pinched myself I’d wake up from the dream I must be having.

“Scary movies not your thing?”

I looked up to see Stiles standing in front of me. I instantly frowned.

“What do you want Stilinski?” I rolled my eyes, leaning back until my head gently touch the wall.

“Nothing.” He answered awkwardly.

We sat in silence for a moment, but somehow it was comforting.

“I don’t think that I’m on a date.” I finally say squeezing my eyes shut.

“What?” Stiles asked bewildered at my sudden admission.

“I thought when Isaac ask me to come out with him, he was asking me on a date. But I think he was just being friendly.” I wasn’t sure why I was telling him of all people this.

It was quiet again.

“Kira and Scott are secretly dating.”

And this makes me laugh. He laughs too.

I look over at him and he’s bearing into me with his eyes from behind his glasses. And I know this is my chance. I’ve wanted to know all week long what happen between us and this light mood may be my only opportunity.

“Stiles I-”

“Do you want to get out of here?” He cuts me off.

“What? Like ditch our dates?” I scoff gaging his words.

He smirks and admittedly spending a few hours with a guy I may or may not have had sexual intercourse with and also who may or may not hate me, didn’t seem as bad as shamefully walking back to my not date and watching a movie I don’t like.

I grinned. “ Lead the way, Stilinski.”