[ See, that's annoying. Tate litters and Derek purses his lips a little, knowing full fucking well that he's going to look like a dweeb when he goes over there and picks it up, but. He'd rather look like an asshole than sit up at 4am tonight being neurotic over how he should have picked up Tate's trash but didn't. Derek sighs through his nose, picking up the cigarette butt and tucking it away while Tate talks. God.

An expansion. He can do that, easy - won't take long to get what he needs, and it'll only take a couple of weekends of solid work to build on another room, thanks to werewolf work ethic. Derek shrugs, nodding his head towards Food And Booze, heading out on foot. ]

If you want a room just for fucking, you're gonna have to help me install the stripper pole. They're a bitch to keep upright on your own.