"At least you didn't think he was normal," Scott laughed along, "I mean, seriously, how did he even get a job working with kids, let alone keep it?" he asked with a shake of his head. "I wish I had a kid in that town so I could ban them from sports," he told Stiles. Scott's lips twitched into a soppy smile when he admitted he had a nice ass, "glad you approve, even if you won't let me brand you back," he told him happily. "Yours isn't too bad either," he said with a raise of his eyebrows," definitely too good to spoil."
"You comfy there?" Scott asked as Stiles settled in, "just make sure you avoid my balls this time, huh?" he told him as he put his feet on his lap. Scott took a drag on his beer bottle and looked down at it frowning, "your Dad didn't swap out the beer for alcohol-free, did he?" he asked entirely ignoring the question of whether he was a dumbass or not. He'd been out there once, that was more than enough for Scott! "Didn't you promise me liquor?" He clapped his hands, "bring me liquor, slave!" he grinned over at Stiles, "I'd get it myself, but I'm kinda trapped, you see?"