"What are you doing huh? What are you doing?"

Silence

"Do you hate me?"

Silence

"Do you hate Blaise?"

Silence

"Do you want me to suffer mentally, physically, and sexually?"

Silence

"Do you want me to go through the rest of this relationship sleeping on the couch?"

Silence

"Because that's what's going to happen if I don't make it to the dinner party. Do you understand? Blaise is going to put me in the dog house…and probably make scrap metal out of you." Stiles snapped at Roscoe as he once again tried to start his jeep and once again failed.

After watching his mate drive away Stiles had ran into the house taking the fastest shower known to man and getting dressed in the suit his lovely mate had bought him even faster.

When he had scrambled into his car trying to start it; it refused to budge. Almost like a child that had been scolded and was throwing a tantrum.

"Come on, come on, come on, don't do this to me please."

"I don't want to die, you don't want to die, please come on buddy."

"Come on, Blaise didn't mean what she said you know how hot headed she is buddy, she loves you as much as I do. Let's go and get our girl, show her that we love her too…" Stiles pleaded with his jeep.

Stiles twisted the key once more sprouting a pleading prayer then a praise as the engine roared to life.

"Yes yes yes. And they said that dog was man's best friend…" Stiles shouted before flooring the gas to his jeep he had a dinner party to get too.