Storm Montre
hell
Of course not.
When did he ever think that having a shop that catered more towards the supernatural was such a great idea? Just last week he had a wood nymph and a fire druid about to tear the place down because they decided it was it would be a great idea to start an argument over who the last jar of goat tongues.
Seriously, who fought over that? Stiles tried to butt in that it wouldn't be that hard to get another jar. Neither party listened. Luckily, he was able to talk the fire druid into getting a bottle of temporary strength enhancing potion.
But now? There was this guy who was bent on picking up everything and inspecting it. And he wore this face of pure disappointment. Gee, what'd the bottles ever do to him? There were a few moments where Stiles thought the guy was just going to drop them and move to the next object.
He didn't want a mini hail storm erupting in his store.. again. It was a moment of weakness and he was pretty exhausted and thought he put the jar securely on the counter before dropping it.
"Seriously, can I help you?" Stiles couldn't help but ask, hands planted on the table.
The man grunted and put the bottle back in its spot. Then he turned and walked out.
Stiles stared after him, and if he lowered his eyes to look at the guy's ass, then no one has to know.
Pet based on an AU (Alternate Universe) version of Stiles Stilinski from Teen Wolf.
background: katarzyna soluch @ flickr
