⠀⠀⠀Scott's smile fades and he shakes his head, and Stiles gives Scott a drunk, thoughtful look, "Hey, maybe it's like...maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know? Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf?" 
⠀⠀⠀After a second, Stiles frowns, "Am I drunk?"
⠀⠀⠀"You're wasted," Scott chuckles, and Stiles nods with a toothy grin.
⠀⠀⠀All of a sudden, Stiles sobers up for a moment, his eyes darting to Brietta for a moment before he looks over at Scott, "Do you know what polyamorous relationships are?"
⠀⠀⠀Scott thinks for a moment before shaking his head, "No."
⠀⠀⠀"Well," Stiles purses his lips before looking back up at the almost full moon in the sky, "it's when you have multiple partners."
⠀⠀⠀Scott's eyebrows furrow, "How do you know that?"
⠀⠀⠀"I looked it up," Stiles shrugs, his eyes trained on the night sky, "do you...do you think Brie would be into that?"
⠀⠀⠀Scott freezes and looks down at Stiles, "Why would she think about it?"
⠀⠀⠀Stiles shrugs again, his head swaying, "You like her. I like her. I think she likes us," Stiles blows out a heavy breath, "I think both of us dating her is better than neither of us dating her."
⠀⠀⠀After a second, Stiles breaks out into laughter, "...That didn't make any sense. I need a drink."
⠀⠀⠀Maybe to Stiles, in his drunken state, it doesn't make sense, but to Scott, it does, and he can't say that he doesn't like the idea.
⠀⠀⠀When Stiles reaches for the bottle of Jack, someone else reaches for it. Someone they don't know. 
⠀⠀⠀Spotting sudden movement as she opens her eyes, Brietta rips out her headphones and looks over at their new company with a racing heart. She doesn't know who these men are, but there are two of them—one in plaid and one of them in a crewneck.
⠀⠀⠀"Well, look at the two little bitches and their bitch getting their drink on," Plaid smugly smiles at the trio, dangling their bottle of alcohol teasingly. The easy-going smile on Scott's lips instantly vanishes and his eyes narrow on the two seemingly older men, "Don't call her that," Scott's voice is menacingly low and it ignites goosebumps along Brietta and Stiles' spines. Scott nods his head to the drink that Plaid had taken, "Give it back."
⠀⠀⠀The smug look on Plaid's face fades and he puffs out his chest slightly, sizing Scott up, "What's that, little man?"
⠀⠀⠀Before Scott can say anything, Crewneck butts in, "I think he wants a drink."
⠀⠀⠀"I want the bottle," Scott insists firmly, unflinching and fearless.
⠀⠀⠀"Scott," Brietta's voice was small and wary as she staggers to her feet, grasping at Scott's arm, "we should just go." As soon as the words come out, her eyes flicker up to the waxing gibbous moon in the distance. From what Brietta's gathered about how a full moon affects Werewolves, a pulse-rising situation is the last thing Scott needs.
⠀⠀⠀Scott turns to Brietta slightly, his eyes softening when he lands on her, "We're out here to get drunk," Scott turns back to Plaid and Crewneck, his eyes narrowing when Brietta is out of his sight, "I'm not drunk yet."
⠀⠀⠀Scott rises from the rock and walks ominously towards to two men, "Give me the bottle."
 ⠀⠀⠀Plaid smirks and shakes his head.
⠀⠀⠀Scott lowers his head as his heart beats faster in his chest. In a second, his vision changes, and outwardly his eyes fade from brown to bright yellow. In an animalistic, distorted tone, Scott says, "Give me the bottle of Jack."