Stiles wasn't exactly known for his ability to focus, but in a place like this his eyes were everywhere. Moving to all the different people, guys, girls, girls he was pretty sure were guys. But every time looked back at him he would awkwardly look away and move on. He wandered up to the bar, nodding and grinning at the guy there. "Beer please," he asked proudly.

The guy looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow. "ID?"

"ID," he frantically felt around his body as if he could magically produce a driver's licence that didn't say 17. "ID....ID-cided I'm just gonna go with a Sprite thanks," he let out an awkward laugh at his bad put as the unamused man just slid him his drink. "Nothing? Ok then.." he trailed off, sipping from the straw.