Stiles had filled him in on the various 'gifts' the hotel had left before, so Scott wasn't a bit surprised at his friend's reaction to the parcel. "I'd be a damned idiot to ask 'what could possibly go wrong with these', would I?" he asked with his eyes on the new arrivals. "Bubble-gum flavoured condoms? Ouch! Aren't they worried people might accidentally chew?" he said with a shudder.
"So you think the entire place received an X-rated parcel of porn?" Scott asked with a shake of his head, wondering how that went down. Which, now he thought about it, was a terrible turn of phrase under the circumstances. "So we dump them out the window?" he asked Stiles with a raised eyebrow, wondering what the done thing was here with unwanted gifts.
He glanced at the clock and watched the big-hand click around to nine O'clock and that was the moment it hit. Hard. Literally. Scott turned away and went back to his bed, pulling a book onto his lap to protect his modesty. The last time he'd had such a violent reaction was when he'd hit puberty and he thought those days were long gone! Ah shit.