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hey guys, sorry for taking so long to reply to posts. My Derek muse is just not working right now but I'll try getting to them in the morning

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"From what I've seen,  alcohol hasn't done the  best at making people  less mean or violent."  He watched her take  another drink, wondering  if maybe he should stop  her before she got too  drunk. She was already  exuding the distinct,  syrupy-sharp scent drunkenness  put off.   "Good. You don't need more,    you weirdo."

“How rude! You’d think  the alcohol would make you  at least a little less mean.”  She took it back, sucking  down a little more before setting  it to the side. “Fine— fine!  Guess this was fun while it lasted.”

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Derek scoffed, glancing down at the magazine in his hand and trying to place where the hell it even came from before taking it over and dumping it into the trash. "I only know what I do because I was raised into it. You at least try try to learn as much as possible and that's what matters." He said, hoping the tone of his voice left no room for argument on the subject. He couldn't contain the surprised bark of laughter that vaulted out of him when Stiles tried reasoning that he was the 'unofficial leader'.

"Um, no I'm not. I tried that and failed miserably. Scott's the leader. I'm the back-up that comes in and helps when you guys can't handle it by yourselves." He was ancillary compared to the rest of them. It was obvious that Stiles wasn't being entirely honest about why he thought Derek saying it would be worse, but he was sure he could fill in the gaps. Stiles most likely thought that having someone like Derek of all people, who proved time and again how little he managed to help, would be some kind of kick in the face. 

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He quirked a brow in the best 'you go ahead and do just that' gesture he could manage to convey when Stiles decided the first part of what Derek said was a compliment. He made sure the couch was okay before going to pick up a catalogue from the middle of the floor near Stiles' feet. 

He gave him confused, slightly offended look when he went on to say that he expected Derek to tell him he was useless or in the way, pushing back up to his feet and trying to figure out the best course of action to take here. Pep talks certainly weren't his thing, so that was out of the question. "Not exactly like I have any room to judge. And why would I say that? You've proved yourself useful enough too many times for me to doubt it." It was the last sentence that stood out most to him though, asking, "How could me saying it hurt more than Scott? He's your best friend."

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"I highly doubt you  could even get a  five year old to laugh  at your jokes."  He took the bottle   back, wrinkling his  nose at it before   taking one more   drink, passing it  back over to her.  "No more."

“Let’s be real here, you  definitely love my jokes.” She took another sip then offered it to him. “So, exactly how big is  this drink you’re having?”

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"Do people normally drink a whole bottle?" He watched her jump off the swing,  surprised she managed to keep her footing. "Sure. Until you get completely wasted and start telling terrible jokes again."

“Fine by me,    as long as you save some!” She let herself slow down before finally being able to jump off. Upon landing, she wobbled a bit but kept her balance. Coming back to the table, she grabbed the bottle and drank more.               “See, isn’t this at least                                   a little relaxing?”

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"Well, sometimes you have sense enough not to act like one." He offered, scooting the couch back into place. How did Stiles even manage to push it so off kilter? He grabbed a couch pillow off the floor, tipping his head to the side to look at Stiles when he responded to the arm comment, which Derek had been meaning for him to pick up on. He expected Stiles to laugh it off because continuity, but instead he obviously took offense to it. 

"Stiles, you took that the wrong way." He rebuked, thinking 'this is why I don't try'. No matter what he said, it tended to either come out the wrong way or someone took it wrongly. He just expected Stiles to be the most likely to be able to return the snark. 

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Derek watched the way Stiles smiled for a moment before pushing away from the table, walking toward the couch to try and fix it. "He'll grow out of it eventually; they all do." 

He frowned at the way Stiles whispered the next words, not sure how he felt about the tone of his voice. He wasn't sure how to act around Stiles since the nogitsune incident because he seemed so... Different now. "Well, Peter's been at the loft 24/7 so I'd probably say yes to cutting my arm off." 

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"They talk. You just obviously haven't looked in the right places. And 'friend' is a little strong."

"That’s rather odd. No one  seems to talk in this city;  it’s nothing like London.  You must just have loud friends.”

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"Seriously, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You can tell me anything, that’s what family is for"

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"Either staring or talking my ear off. Both of which irritate me."

         “You’re standing directly in              my way? Do people normally              just stare at you?”

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"Wow, sounds like you're coming to your senses."

He watched her begin swinging herself  higher, hoping she didn't drink too much. He wouldn't hold it past her to fall. "I never clarified the size of the drink."

“I'd say join me but I know the grumpy sourwolf would never.”

She pumped her legs, getting higher and higher. Eyeing him,                              she called out.            ”That definitely is the equivalent to more                       than one drink. Ooo, Derek                                   Hale is letting loose!”

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"Well, I'm fine."

"You just look sad Der"