Sounds like your kind of crowd. Bet this backseat has a lot of stories to tell about all the mischief you've gotten up to. The bodyshots, the cocaine. The unprotected "tips".

[ Stiles athletic-ass-slaps the top of the car, proudly nodding his head. He finishes covering the limo in suds, and once that's done, he looks... kind of excited, actually. He's a child, and throwing the bucket of water over the car to rinse it down is just kind of-- something he's looking forward to doing? Shut up, it's fun. ]

Okay, uh.

[ He's standing in front of the car, holding the bucket by its handle. He looks at Logan like he knows this isn't gonna go anywhere, but. ]

Count me down? Just a "three, two, one, go".