you are not alone in this

Stiles patted his pockets for his phone, then frowned. “These aren’t my pants.”

Boyd snorted into his pancakes. “Not much gets by you in the mornings, does it?”

“Please tell me nobody undressed me.” Unbidden, a memory of attempting a very poorly executed striptease at an undergrad frat party came to mind. Luckily Scott had been there to save Stiles from himself.