"Hey, you were the one who suggested dressing up like me," he answered with a shrug, "can't help it if I kinda like the idea. Maybe I'll dress up like you," Scott suggested. Hell, it was like ultimate-couples Halloween.
He gave Stiles a kick back, "hey, no footsie in the posh restaurant," he told him with a wag of his finger. "So I'm allowed a coma when we get home?" That wouldn't be quite the end to the night he'd planned, but it felt like it could be good about now.
"You might look good in a shirt, but I prefer you like that," Scott told him giving his hand a quick squeeze as he climbed in beside him. "That's what I call service," he said grinning as he rested his head on Stiles' shoulder.
It didn't take them long to negotiate LA at this time of night and by the time they pulled up in front of the Roxy Scott's food had settled to the point where he definitely could dance, if need be. "So," Scott said as he got out of the car, "turns out there's a secret gig tonight and someone managed to get tickets." He shoved them towards Stiles so he could read the stub, "tell me I don't give good surprise, huh?"