I was eating in Tom hortons, very obviously trying to just mind my own business: In a corner, on my phone. There’s a couple guys hanging out watching the game, and one of them is an older gentleman, longish hair, and what looks like his life in a pair of duffle bags sitting across the table from him.
This man takes it upon himself to start narrating the game for me because I can’t see the TV from my place. Despite menot saying a word about it.
Then he starts asking about my favorite team, and in an effort to get him to stop I told him that I’m a Syracuse Basketball fan. And he latched on to that and starts asking if I’m from Syracuse and stuff. And sees my Canalside shirt and guess that I work there, and I’m like “yup. I bartend there”
This takes him down a tangent about how I should go see the sights of Buffalo and starts outlining places that I should go to dazzle my girl friend.
I’m packing up my stuff to head back to work and I’m like “yeah, thank you, for the advice” and I shake his hand. As I’m shaking his hand I look him dead in the eye and say “I’m definitely going to try those places on my Boyfriend”
And he goes RIGID. Like the smile on his face dropped to shock, and the twinkle in his eyes went out. And I just turn and walk away. I nearly died laughing when I got faf enough away.
I wish you would write a fic about Scott getting werewolf drunk with Derek and accidentally letting it slip that Stiles is on love with Derek. (In honor of your drinking) ;)