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Date: June 23rd
Location: Wood sector, open market.
Situation: A very late "Memorial Day" barbecue, bring your own beef!
Warnings/Rating: N/A. C'mon, it's a barbecue.

[There's two grills, one for meat, one for veggies. (We don't want our vegetarians getting cross-contamination, now do we?) They're pretty basic, just some wood-burning open barrels with grills over top. Feel free to come on by, bring some food to share around, and hang out with your friends. Or glare across the way at your enemies! We're all good here.]

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[Have a raised eyebrow, Derek.]

Wait, which one? This one?

[He gestures at one particular burger, smirking at his boyfriend. C'mon, sourwolf, I dare you to take over and have fun.]

No, the other one. [ But Stiles, he's allergic to fun. ]

Ah. Why don't you show me how it's done, then?

[You might be allergic, Derek, but Stiles is your antihistamine. Embrace it. Meet people.]

I thought you wanted to do it? [ Derek had fun once, Stiles. It was awful. ]

I do! If you come over here and teach me, I'll be able to pull it off.

[Derek. Derek. Look at who you're dating. C'mon, now.]

[ SIGH. ] Only so you don't hurt yourself. I won't baby you if you do.

[ He comes closer to Stiles and takes the tongs in his hand, flipping the burger over easily. ] How do you want it? Rare? Medium? Disgusting?

Edited (TOO MANY WORD) 2014-06-26 01:13 (UTC)

Medium. Too rare and I get all woozy.

[This boy really does faint at the sight of blood.]

I mean, you might like it all rare and oozy but I'm civilized. Cooked meat. Pinnacle of human achievement.

Yeah, well. [ Derek looks at him, with a little smirk. ] Not human. At least you don't like it ruined.

[He rolls his eyes, and gives Derek a slight whack with the back of his hand, to his shoulder.]

You are so human. You're just human with some extra oomph to your game, that's all.

'Oomph'? That's what you're going with? [ Derek flips the other burger, raising an eyebrow at his boyfriend. ]

Oomph is accurate. I stand by my oomph.

[He's standing back now, because mission accomplished. Getting Derek involved was the point, and it worked.]

Would you prefer a different onomatopoeia? I mean, I could go with 'woof' but I have a feeling you'd kick my ass.

[ Dammit, Stiles. ] Yeah, I probably would have. Grab your plate, this is done.

[Have a wicked smirk.]

No no no, not me. Feed other people first! That's the point of grilling. Big pile of food for lots of people to share, and the griller goes last. C'mon now, that's just standard barbecue procedure.

Good point. [ And Derek grabs his own plate, loading it up. ]

You know, for all that you're all about packs, you're severely anti-social.

Hey, you said the griller eats last.

[He gestures wildly at everybody else around.]

And nobody else here but you and me are grilling! Jeez, Derek.

I don't see anyone lined up. [ He raises an eyebrow, looking around. ] Do you?

[Rolling his eyes, he takes the plate from Derek and puts it aside.]

They will be soon! Are you really that hungry?

Yes. I'm a growing boy. [ Hey, at least he's not grabbing for it anyway? ]

Admire my restraint in not turning that into something dirty.

[He hands the plate back to Derek, though, along with a little kiss to his cheek.]

Lemme know if it tastes good?

I'm sure it's fine, Stiles. You're not a terrible cook, remember?

I remember. I just wasn't sure if you did.

Hey. [ He's actually a little offended at that!! ]

[If Stiles isn't offending somebody, he's obviously unconscious.]

You're the one that came over here to make sure I didn't accidentally burn the turtle down. Just saying.

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