Scott + Jackson
"I would, if it didn't taste awful," Scott responded neutrally, tossing his empty cup into the trash. It was a long shot, but, you know, werewolf aim. He shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to play casual. It was like resetting his normal, getting used to being natural at things he hadn't been before.
"You might as well pee in the sand, dude," Scott snorted, scuffing his foot in the dirt. "This Alpha male, marking your territory thing isn't really necessary." As he said it, Scott was aware of the irony, what with him being a wolf and all. And yeah, he'd walked around and 'scented' his house, as Stiles called it. But he liked to think he had the aggressive side of his wolf...mostly under control.