[ Wait, like this? A few tentative taps and Stiles starts thinking of the beer bottle as more like a baseball bat, and that familiarity is what carries him through. Momentum on the swing - Stiles brings the neck down against the edge of the table one more time and the bottlecap pops off with a loud ding, rocketting forward and onto the ground, and, well. Stiles is shocked that he did it and actually kinda proud of himself. He's trying not to grin too much, but. He's failing. He wipes his mouth with his hand, though, smearing that smirk away while he answers Logan's question. ]

I mean, not most guys your age, but you? Totally.

[ He takes a quick swig of beer, gesturing with his hand when his mouth is full to say that hold on, he's still got more to say, don't interrupt him. ]

Don't get me wrong, you'd absolutely need a nap after taking someone's kneecaps to church, but. A big, scary badass like you? C'mon.