Scott + Jackson
With the new werewolf senses, Scott wasn't entirely sure that was true. He could do with a few passes of a toothbrush right about now, and even then, he wasn't sure the mint could cover it up. If he were a better liar - hell, just better at keeping secrets in general - he probably would have eased into the being-better-at-hand-eye-coordination thing. Would have missed things on purpose and slowly built it up.
But he wasn't, and Scott casually shrugged it off as best he knew how. The bonfire was crackling now, as someone had dumped vodka in it to turn it briefly blue. Probably not the best idea, seeing as there were supposed to be adults around here somewhere.
"Don't you get tired of it?" Scott asked, raising an eyebrow at the other teen. Constant aggression was a recent development that Scott didn't particularly enjoy.