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Derek never gets a break. Ever. And he was tired of it. Normally he didn’t care that he didn’t care. But today he just had had too much.
He was going to get drunk.
“But can werewolves even get drunk?”
If they drink enough. And he was going to test that theory.
Derek left his loft and went to the nearest bar.
It didn’t take as long as he thought for him to get drunk.
Several whiskeys and several bad pickup lines at the cute bartender and he was gone. (One of those pickup lines was something along the lines of “I’m really a werewolf but I could make you howl”, that earned him a scoff and and eye-roll)
Derek attempted to stumble home. But which way was his house?
He drunk dialed Scott, but when he didn’t answer he called Stiles.
Stiles almost laughed at the voice on the other end.
“Shut up Stiles, I don’t know - remember. Did you know I’m a werewolf Stiles? I could rip your throat off (off?) with my…………TEETH!”
“Yeah yeah alright big guy. Don’t throw up in my car.”
Stiles picked him up and took him to Scott’s.
It would have been funny seeing Derek drunk and stumbling and slurring his speech, but it seemed that he was losing his wits and senses.
He was starting to shift. Stiles wasn’t sure if the wolf side would stay drunk, or that meant he would “heal”.
Well somewhere along the way he shifted and the wolf took over.
When they got to Scott’s, Stiles was panicking.
He ran to the door and Scott opened it worried because he had missed Derek’s call.
They ran out to Stiles’ jeep to see regular Derek sitting perfectly fine in the passenger seat.
He didn’t remember a thing.
But what he didn’t know is that Stiles had videoed drunk Derek on his phone the entire car ride.