Friday When he’d been growing up, Stiles had imagined all sorts of exciting futures. He’d be a cop, like his dad, and be a hero. Or he’d be a scientist who discovered the cure for cancer. Instead… He worked as a data entry clerk. For a tiny wage. But he had benefits, at least. He spent day after day stuffed into a cubicle interacting with almost no one. His life was sad and lonely....
The party is boring. His friends are all in relationships and doing things that Stiles does not want to see. Stiles had not been popular in school. Too loud and annoying. He’d only had one friend. A friend who’d magically gotten good enough at lacrosse to get off the bench and sort of became part of the popular crowd. So he’d started getting invites to house parties and he’d dragged Stiles along because they were bros....