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[Jon-candy??? Jon gives him a look that screams Stiles no.]

I'm done with girls, Stiles. I don't care how many years I'm in this place. And I won't father bastards. [Which is basically what it boils down to in the end.]

You are so hung up on that. Half the people where I come from are bastards and there's nothing wrong with that. Perception, Jon. It's about figuring out what's actually important.

[Just wait until one of two people wind up here, Jon. See how well you avoid them.]

Your world's mad, that's not my fault. [Wildlings didn't care about bastards either, that's half of what makes them all crazy! Don't question Jon and his Stockholm Syndrome.]

[He shook his head and knocked his shoulder against Jon's as he went to find a cup. He had something to drink around here somewhere, didn't he?]

Hey, we're messed up, don't get me wrong. But I think letting go of a lot of our intolerances is probably one of the better things we've done. I think I have a half a bottle of wine around here. You want some?

[Jon sighs, and lets it go. He feels like they'll never see eye-to-eye on this.]

Aye, I'll take some. [Half a bottle so isn't going to be enough.]

[Not with that attitude, mister.]

Good.

[Because Stiles wasn't drinking any. This wasn't get shitfaced time. This was get Jon buzzed because it's funny time. He found the bottle, pulling it out and blowing into the cup to make sure it was clean. Clean enough. Then he poured one for Jon.]

Here. You know, you really need to learn to loosen up, buddy.

[Jon gives him a prim little look.] It'll take more wine than you've got for that. [But boys do always have an overconfident estimation of their alcohol tolerance.] And anyhow, I don't need to loosen up.

[Pff. He can get more. There are pixies around here that like him. Maybe. And he has cookies as bribes. He'll get you drunk, Jon Snow.]

Uh huh. Right. Because you're so relaxed right now. C'mon, buddy. Here.

[He handed him the cup, that expression of worldly knowledge deep in his eyes.]

[Jon takes the glass, and gives it a half-dubious look.] I'm perfectly relaxed right now. [He just really is just always this uptight.]

Right. And I'm the king of the castle. Look, your pup's all better. There's no one trying to kill us. The castle's not being invaded. Take a load off. Sit your ass down and just... chill.

It's when things are calm that a man should be working hardest, Stiles. [Jon argues because he's Jon and he argues, but he does still sit down and take a drink from the glass.] Besides, what were you doing before I got here? Working on something, in your own way. [Somebody couldn't resist taking that little potshot at magic.] So you've no place to talk.

Hey, a wizard's gotta study. Reading isn't really a hardship. I'm not stomping around with my face all... face-like and swinging stuff around. And don't you use that tone with my magic, mister man. It's gonna come in handy one day and then you'll be like "Oh, Stiles, thank you so much for being so wonderful and powerful with your awesome magic. You totally saved my life. Again." So there.

[Hah.]

[Jon's nose wrinkles, letting most of Stiles' words blow right past him, like they usually do. Except...] What's wrong with my face? [He squints, and then gestures at the wine bottle still in Stiles' hand.] Oh, shut up and drink, would you?

Nothing. Which is exactly what's wrong with it.

[Stiles was comfortable enough in his own sexuality to admit when another guy was attractive. He lived and breathed attractive people all day long back home. It was humbling.

In answer to being told to drink, he went over and topped off Jon's glass. Just, you know, in case.]

I'm getting to it.

[He gives Stiles his best I'm onto you look.] If you're trying to get me drunk, that's stupid.

Would I do that? Do I seem like that kinda guy?

[The answer to both questions was 'yes', but he grinned as he went rummaging through things for another cup.]

You do, aye. There's a shady cast about you. [It's the lack of scruff. No man with such smooth cheeks could ever mean well.]

Shady? Me? And what, exactly, would I gain in getting you drunk? Huh?

[Success! He cleaned out the cup with his shirt, then poured some of the wine into it.]

[Hey, as somebody from medieval fantasy land, Jon sees nothing wrong with barely wiping a cup out and immediately drinking from it again.] Nothing, so far as I can tell, which is why it'd be stupid.

Uh huh.

[Of course, Jon didn't see the point behind just getting your bro to relax. It was reason enough for Stiles. He took a small sip, then gestured to Jon.]

So prove me wrong and drink up, big man.

Make such demands when you aren't taking those tiny sips, yourself. [He does knock back most of the cup, though. Because he usually drinks wine boiled to death and drowning in spices, he has no appreciation for the integrity of its flavor.]

Tiny? That was a huge mouthful.

[Watching Jon belt it back like water had him eyeing the rest of his bottle.]

Hey! Pixie dudes! I'll give you a cookie if you go get some more wine!

[That was basically just yelled out since he was sure there was a handful of them in the room at any given time. Soon enough, a pixie poked its head out from behind a bookshelf, looking over at the plate of cookies, then ducking back in a flurry of whispers before three of them left to go get more wine.]

More?

[Jon rolls his eyes and holds out his cup to be refilled.]

If there's one thing you have, Stiles, it's a big mouth. That was no mouthful.

[He glances around, though, watching the fairies disappear through the doorway.]

They really are everywhere. [He grew up with a household full of staff working quietly and constantly in nearly every room in the castle, so he'd not taken overly much notice of the fairies here until Stiles' ire threw them into such sharp relief.]

[Stiles splashed wine into Jon's cup, making sure he got it on the other boy's fingers.]

Are you saying I have a big mouth? That's so rude. The rudest of the rude. And after I shared my cookies with you.

[There were two more over by the cookies, lifting one up and hovering to try to take it back to wherever pixies hoarded stuff.]

You seen the imps over in the other side? Gross little dudes. I'll take these over them. Even if I still have to change under my blankets.

[Jon pulls a face at him, and switches his cup to his free hand so he can suck the wine off his fingers instead of letting it drip all over his clothes. A) Rude. B) Don't waste the wine, friend.]

Why's it bother you so much if they see you change? All men have the same bits, I'll wager you haven't got anything they've not seen before.

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