[ Derek isn't surprised by how precisely Tate stocks up, just like he isn't surprised when Tate circles back to the fucking stripper pole. He laughs a little, despite himself, paying at checkout and ignoring the way he's looked at for letting his sub just do whatever the fuck he wants.
Truthfully, most of his money is tied up in living expenses for him and Stiles - he's been making decent money at the mechanic's, and this bouncer job at Autonomy is nothing to sneeze at, either, but it's been a little tight since Stiles lost his job with Rosalind. Still - Tate's his sub, now, too. Derek doesn't mind making a few sacrifices to get him things he wants.
Just means it really is gonna be a while until he gets that fucking camaro. ]
We're in this together. I'll get you anything you want.
[ next stop - food. Derek carries the booze under his arm as he heads out. ]
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Truthfully, most of his money is tied up in living expenses for him and Stiles - he's been making decent money at the mechanic's, and this bouncer job at Autonomy is nothing to sneeze at, either, but it's been a little tight since Stiles lost his job with Rosalind. Still - Tate's his sub, now, too. Derek doesn't mind making a few sacrifices to get him things he wants.
Just means it really is gonna be a while until he gets that fucking camaro. ]
We're in this together. I'll get you anything you want.
[ next stop - food. Derek carries the booze under his arm as he heads out. ]
Except for another fucking cat.