Lydia Martin || 3.03 ‘Fireflies’
Scott: Mocha frappucino. Scott does not give a fuck whether people interpret that as “masculine enough” or not; a mocha frappuccino is a gigantic coffee chocolate milkshake covered in whipped cream and, usually, sprinkles, since any coffee place he goes to regularly has established him as a favorite customer and will pull out the stops for him. Why the hell WOULDN’T he order it? (When it’s his mom buying the coffee, he orders whatever the cheapest thing on the menu is and exclaims over it like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. Melissa is not really fooled, but she appreciates the effort.)
Derek: Black with three creams and four sugars, unless anyone’s watching him order. Then just black. (He’s got a sweet tooth, but he’s trying to pretend otherwise.)
Stiles: Just black, unless anyone’s watching him order. Then he gets whatever random concoction he can come up with, peppermint raspberry mochas and double cinnamon pumpkin spice lattes. (He likes cop coffee, the bitterer the better, but has spent so long lying to his dad about drinking it that it’s become habit with everyone else).
Lydia: Tea. Coffee stunts your growth, stains your teeth, and tastes disgusting without the addition of an assortment of caloric substances that, honestly, aren’t worth the trouble or the money. Plus, the profit margins most chain coffee corporations make through unethical business practices are enough to sour anyone on the flavor. Tea, on the other hand, has a long list of health benefits.
Allison: Acai berry energy drinks, or, if those aren’t available, strawberry and cream frappuccinos, or cider, or anything non-caffeinated. Her mother was REALLY INTENSE about how caffeine was an addictive drug and Allison was too intelligent to develop a dependence on anything at such a young age, and she’s never really been able to shake off those lectures, or not feel guilty when she goes for a soda.
Danny: Vanilla latte. It’s simple, sweet without being overwhelming, and incredibly difficult to fuck up. On days when he’s feeling particularly health-conscious, he orders it with soy milk.
Jackson: Orders the most expensive thing on the menu and then complains that it doesn’t taste right. Usually ends up drinking half of Danny’s latte.
Erica: Dulce de leche latte. Coffee should be decadent.
Boyd: Americano. Before he was turned, Boyd wasn’t a coffee drinker, but he developed a taste for it after he started taking Derek’s mostly full black coffees away from him before Derek could throw them out, on the theory that there was no point in WASTING the stuff. After the day when Derek and Stiles accidentally switched coffee cups and discovered they could enable each other’s weird lying-about-coffee complexes, Boyd tried to switch back to hot chocolate, but discovered he missed the bitterness of the coffee flavor. An Americano, since it’s made with espresso, has a richer flavor than straight black coffee, but also hits the palate with less intensity. He’s totally hooked now. He’ll blame Derek forever.
Isaac: Caramel macchiato. Erica turned him on to the whole idea of decadent coffee, and caramel macchiatos taste like candy. If anyone asks, though, he’ll have whatever Scott’s having.
Chris Argent: FLAVORS ALL BEVERAGES WITH A HEARTY HELPING OF THE CODE
Victoria Argent: Doesn’t trust anyone to make her coffee as well as she makes it herself.
Peter: “Oh, I’m sure I’ll just love whatever you make me.” (Then he judges whatever was made for him scathingly within the earshot of every barista in the shop. He really does enjoy it when he’s well known enough in a town for people to automatically spit in his coffee; it tastes like hurt feelings and petty victory, which are Peter’s favorite flavors.)
Ms. Morrell: CURRENTLY A CLOSELY GUARDED SECRET. (Alan always brings her a cafe au lait when they’re going to be working late together, though. It’s an inside joke from that time they tracked that rogue down in Paris; she drinks them out of fondness for him more than fondness for the drink itself.)
Dr. Deaton: Is totally flirting with the cute shift manager at the coffee shop down the road from his clinic. Said barista has mentioned that his favorite drink to make is a cappuccino, so Alan has been ordering a lot of those, lately—he’s not normally a coffee guy, but it’s not like he can’t convert water to wine if he feels like it, and coffee to water is way easier. He has yet to notice that cute shift manager has been drawing hearts in the foam, but one of these days he will.
Mama McCall: Depends on the time of day. If it’s just before an early shift, she’ll have a dark roast with room for cream; if it’s just before a night shift, she’ll have a triple-shot mocha. If it’s just after a rough shift, she’ll have “Whatever the hell will be fastest, I have twelve hours before I have to get back to the hospital and a kid to see.” If it’s autumn, she’ll have a pumpkin spice latte, because fuck you, pumpkin spice lattes are delicious.
Papa Stilinski: Has discovered that Stiles has not yet discovered that he can order a milkshake without getting ratted on by concerned citizens if he just does it at a coffee place. Call them whatever you want—frappawhatsits, happy blender accidents, he doesn’t care. They’re milkshakes, and they’re his little secret, alright?
Finstock: GODDAMN IT, GREENBERG, THIS ISN’T WHAT I ORDERED
Matt: Has loathed coffee ever since the time someone spilled some on him and he almost drowned.
Mr. Harris: “Well I could order some coffee, or we could talk about some interesting ways you can use chemistry to brutally murder dozens of people. It’s one of those things I can really go all day on, you know? And sometimes people find it really interesting, how about we….oh. No? Just my order? Ugh, fine, if you’re going to be like that. Iced black coffee, I guess.”
Gerard Argent: MOUNTAIN ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOAST
Kate Argent: Doesn’t care what it’s made of, so long as it’s hot enough to burn.
i want a scene where all the teenagers are discussing the virgins theory with chris and stiles says that he’s the only one of them in danger and chris says “and allison” and they all stay silent and chris shoots scott multiple times with normal bullets
Derek Hale Through the Seasons → Episode 3
