A Beach South of Tallahassee, Florida - Saturday Afternoon

[justlurkinghere]

So, Florida was warm and wonderful. And Derek hated it so much.

But it made for a nice trip around the damn near deserted FSU campus earlier that day, at least. And now there was a trip to the beach. Because they were in Florida. And it was a trip to the beach or a trip to Disney.

And Derek looked terrible in mouse ears. So.

He sat in the sand, looking surly and unapproachable to people. Which was his default expression after 'tragic and emotionally traumatized'.

[[NFB, duh. For the person there]]

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[justlurkinghere]

Derek shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. "Laura got a fake ID to work as a bartender. They needed dancers."

And he was from Beacon Hills.

"I didn't have to talk to people."

[robinonadderall]

Oh god, Derek, why did you do this to him? First sex toys, now he finds out you danced in a gay club. He had masturbation material for like a year.

"Well that's, uh--" Was it possible for a person's face to turn that red? "--I mean I can see that. Why they would want you, I mean. Nice body and everything."

Oh god he needed to stop talking.

[justlurkinghere]

CONGRATS ON MAKING IT AWKWARD, DEREK. CONGRATS.

"So it's not stripping."

YEAH.

[robinonadderall]

"Not stripping," he repeated with a nod. It was going to be so awkward in the hotel room now because either Stiles was going to smell turned on the whole night or he'd have to go jerk off in the shower. LOOK WHAT YOU DID, DEREK.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek nodded. Because yeah. This entire weekend had just been filled with poor decisions.

And conversations.

HE WAS GOING TO GO ON A LONG WALK AND THINK ABOUT HIS DEAD FAMILY.

[robinonadderall]

And Stiles was gonna...not think about what he wanted to think about. Because that would be bad what with the whole being in public and sensitive werewolf nose thing going on.