Stiles would be singing the praises of Lydia Martin until the day he died. He had long since accepted that as fact, and that wouldn't change just because he had a girlfriend, especially when Lydia was helping said girlfriend. He really wanted to ask exactly how she'd gotten a private beach, but then again - Lydia Martin. She threw the best parties in Beacon Hills, and had for years. Apparently she just had those kinds of connections, and Stiles was totally cool with taking advantage of them.

He had a T-shirt on over his swim shorts, a cooler full soda and other more interesting things under his arm. When he found a good spot, he set it down and stood there with a grin as Maya ran out to the water, as excited as he'd ever seen her. She probably didn't have the chance to go out like this since her siren powers kicked in, and that made him especially thankful that Lydia was part of the pack and couldn't rightly ignore him anymore, like she used to.

But hey, they all deserved a little break, didn't they? After everything that just went down, Stiles was more than happy to get away from Beacon Hills for a little while, even if the rest of them tagged along, too. The whole place was big enough for all of them to spread out and have fun on their own, but still be close enough, just in case. Not too shabby, if you asked him.