Who: Stiles Stilinski and Clint Barton What: The morning after badness of a night of bad When: Saturday morning...well close to noon Where: The farmhouse Warnings: hangover and it's Stiles so TBD Status: closed/in progress
Stiles first thought on actually being conscious was to wonder who marched the Hun army through his mouth and let them camp there because GROSS! The next thought was holy shit turn the world off it was too spinny and annoying.
There had been drinking. And he wasn't trying to out drink the Avenger, really he wasn't. He was just a lightweight and he had a loooooot of beer. The night had started out with him mostly grunting responses and being depressed but hanging out with an actual Avenger sort of started to overrule the depression and poor Clint was asked way more questions than he'd probably bargained for in his babysitting job.
And then there was laying on the floor and passing out.