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Somehow the agreed-upon dinner became drinks at the hotel Derek was staying in. Stiles was simultaneously nervous and relieved. Having a couple of drinks and some bar food was definitely more relaxing than a sit-down dinner at some restaurant. And it sounded like Derek could use that relaxation if the phone call Stiles got was any indication.
Checking himself one last time in the mirror before leaving, Stiles took a fortifying breath and left his apartment. The rideshare he scheduled was waiting and he could do this. It was just drinks. Beer. He liked beer. It didn't make him loose-lipped or anything like other alcohol did.
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Across town, Derek was running very late and his doctors were being a pain in the ass about releasing him from the hospital, but he didn't want to cancel his date with Stiles. He'd been looking forward to it for so long and he deserved to have something good to look forward to after the mission he just finished.
"Okay, doc. I get it," Derek said. "We both know I'd find a way to leave this hospital bed so you might as well let me sign out AMA. It will save everyone the headache."
"He's right," came a reply from the door. Boyd. He called his friend to pick him up and take him back to his hotel after he finished talking to Stiles to arrange their change of meeting plans.
"I'll be taking him right to his hotel. I'll stand outside his room door if I have to, to make sure he stays put," Boyd added with a glare in Derek's direction.
Reluctantly the doctor agreed and went to get Derek's discharge papers.
"You owe me," Boyd said.
Derek nodded. "Next time you want to get away with Erica, I'll cover for you. But only 48 hours tops."
Boyd laughed and went to sit in the waiting room.