teen wolf | stils/lydia + pack | brunch
prompt: 08. brunch word count: ~1,000 note: this is for the stileslydiafest bonus round!
Lydia is grateful for her past self wisely choosing to make this brunch reservation for two in the afternoon as opposed to noon. Those two hours made a difference. For example, she was able to stare at her ceiling in utter agony for about thirty minutes, contemplated the idea of vomiting, but then realizing she was perhaps okay enough to not do so, and then she stared at Stiles beside her, who was dead to the world until thirty minutes before they had to leave.
He stole her largest pair of sunglasses and looks utterly ridiculous in them.
“I can feel you judging me. Don’t add to the jackhammers in my head,” Stiles whispers, his head in his hands. “I’m so hungover,” he bemoans for the tenth time.