Since all his friends are coupled up and celebrating Halloween as if it was just another Valentine’s day, Stiles, sligtly upsed, slghtly angry, decides he doesn’t need them to have a good time.
He puts on some spooky makeup (he’s very proud of it) and goes to his local bar that’s
supposed to serve Halloween cocktails and have a horror film screening. Stiles is absolutely down for just getting drunk and scared, up until he sees the bartender, whose costume adorably matches his. And who is also super hot. And has GLITTER all over him (Cora’s handiwork).
So let’s guess that in the end, Stiles’ night ends up being similar to his friends’. YAY.
“I never liked being intimate I just, I don’t know, I thought
that’s just not the way I was built, just not my thing. I never thought
that it because it was because of the other–that maybe I–I mean, I don’t
know, now I just can’t stop thinking about….” “About what?” “That maybe there’s some truth to what you said.” “About?” “About what you said, about me.”