TEXT: Scott: Where are we going? Stiles: You'll see. Scott: 'Cause we really shouldn't be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freak - out from what happened at the school. Stiles: Well, your mom isn't the sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me. Scott: Can you at least just tell me what we're doing out here? Stiles: Yes. When your best friend gets dumped - Scott: I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break. Stiles: All right, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break - You get your best friend drunk. Stiles: Dude, you know, she's just one - one girl. You know, there are so many - there are so many other girls in the sea. Scott: Fish in the sea. Stiles: Fish? Why you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls. I love girls. I love 'em. I love especially ones with strawberry blond hair, green eyes, 5'3" - Scott: Like Lydia? Stiles: Yeah, exactly. Hey, how did you know I was talking about - about - What was I talking about? Hey, you're not happy. Take a drink. Scott: I don't want any more. Stiles: You're not drunk? Scott: I'm not anything. Stiles: Hey, maybe it's like - maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know. Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf. Am I drunk? Scott: You're wasted. Stiles: Yeah! Come on, dude, I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don't know. But I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse. That didn't make any sense. I need a drink. Guy: Well, look at the two little bitches getting their drink on. Scott: Give it back. Guy One: What's that, little man? Guy Two: I think he
SUMMARY:
As Scott's second full moon approaches, he gives in to his animal urges and hurts Stiles, but Stiles gets a measure of revenge in locking him up. Meanwhile, Jackson continues to try and get closer to Allison. The Argents learn that Scott somehow knew Derek.