[Stiles and Gwen]
Okay, so Gwen had a few. More than a few. Gwen was the happy kind of drunk where she was ready to dance on tables or strip off her dress and go running onto the ocean in her bra and panties. Stupid stuff. Of course, she wouldn't, but that was how drunk she was. Not falling down, but laughing. Happy.
She ended up finding Stiles outside on his own, on his phone (hey, that rhymed!) and came over to keep him company. "Hey you," she said, grinning, as she flopped into one of the chairs. "Thank God. my feet are killing me."
That's what she got for wearing such ridiculous shoes.