Stiles Stilinski (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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asgardmeridiem2013-08-12 12:31 pm
teenyoda) wrote in asgardmeridiem2013-08-12 12:31 pm
A very merry undeathday to you (and me)
Who: Scott/Stiles + Everyone in this bar
What: A Wake/Undeathday party
When: 310
Where: The Roadhouse
Rating: Tentatively putting up an R merely for language and whatever else anyone might get up to.
Anyone affiliated with Scott, Stiles, or possibly more due to glitches and/or random oopsies will wake up with this in their inbox.
The back reads: Come celebrate the fact that we're not dead. Anymore. There will be food, drink, really bad stories, possible pantslessness (though I'm wearing 2 belts), and more hijinks than you can shake a stick at. The Wake will be held at the Roadhouse and should be starting around 5, but come at your own pace. Bring a story to share or some pie. Actually, screw the story, just bring pie.
Seriously though, Derek and Jackson can get lost.
{ooc: This will be an open mingle log party style post, so please feel free to start your own threads or hop around in others. Threadjacking is likely, as is ridiculousness. Enter at own risk. Party crashers are also more than welcome, so even if you don't think you got an invite, come anyway.}
What: A Wake/Undeathday party
When: 310
Where: The Roadhouse
Rating: Tentatively putting up an R merely for language and whatever else anyone might get up to.
Anyone affiliated with Scott, Stiles, or possibly more due to glitches and/or random oopsies will wake up with this in their inbox.
The back reads: Come celebrate the fact that we're not dead. Anymore. There will be food, drink, really bad stories, possible pantslessness (though I'm wearing 2 belts), and more hijinks than you can shake a stick at. The Wake will be held at the Roadhouse and should be starting around 5, but come at your own pace. Bring a story to share or some pie. Actually, screw the story, just bring pie.
Seriously though, Derek and Jackson can get lost.
{ooc: This will be an open mingle log party style post, so please feel free to start your own threads or hop around in others. Threadjacking is likely, as is ridiculousness. Enter at own risk. Party crashers are also more than welcome, so even if you don't think you got an invite, come anyway.}
In da Club by da Bar
Too late. Mmm, beer.
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"Dude, what is with the extra belt?" Was it to prevent any mooning urges like the last time they got drunk?
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Good evening, Stiles. I got a message from you about this... celebration?
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at the bar, for probs the entire night. c:
But it is a party for Scott and Stiles, so Jo has officially given Allison (and Jackson) the day off. Meaning she's the only one manning the bar, and the only one she's going to let man the bar. She'll support underage drinking for the good of everyone's mental state, but she doesn't need anyone dying. Again.
So chances are if you're looking for a drink, Jo's the one to flag down. And if you have problems? Well, Ash will probably be asleep behind the pool table. If not, don't go checking one of the back rooms. Dr. Badass is not worth it.
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"Hey, um... Joanne? Was that it? Sorry, I haven't actually, um, met you yet. I'm Stiles. Stiles Stilinski. Buddy of Scott's."
He was just going to so very casually slide his empty mug onto the counter.
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"Thanks again for doing this," she says as she sits down, one elbow resting on the edge of the bar. "I'm sure the guys really appreciate it."
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"Pretty cool of you to help Stiles and Scott like this."
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...around... B(
he does have some pride. pride enough to see this through. scott had saved isaac, had given his life for derek's beta, and despite their disagreements, derek appreciates that. scott had been there unlike him, had taken the necessary steps when it should have been him. he'd failed isaac, and it's only thanks to scott that the beta's around.
he glares his way through the people, ignoring most who try to talk to him. now if only he could find scott. ]
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Ping. There was another one. Hah, this was fun.]
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If Derek is struggling to find Scott (with no help from Stiles) it's because Scott has managed to find a secluded corner of the bar to make out with Allison for the past twenty minutes. Eventually Scott needs to pee and leaves the corner, but as soon as he's out of the bathroom, he's making a beeline for Allison again.
Derek better grab Scott before he returns to his and Allison's make out corner. ]
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around & ota.
She's definitely not going to be getting drunk tonight, though she might have a drink, because she's got a feeling Scott's going to be doing so and one of them needs to stay sober. So she just wanders around the Roadhouse, switching between chatting up Jo at the bar and mingling with the various people that showed up. ]
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He ends up coming up behind her and slipping his arms around her waist, leaning his face over her shoulder to kiss her cheek. Whoever's talking to Allison at the time takes the hint and drifts away from them, giving them some privacy. ]
Thanks for coming to this, I know you were unsure about it... [ It was written all over her face when Scott first told her about it. She's probably still unsure about it, but doesn't want to hurt his feelings by telling him she thinks it's a dumb idea... even if it was mostly Stiles' idea. ]
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they are so gross i hate them (that's a lie)
wow they really are i hate them too (that's also a lie)
C:
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ota :o
But he just doesn't look thrilled. So, for the time being, Isaac is going to nurse his drink and glance around to see if any of his friends are actually there. Otherwise, this is going to be a pretty lame party.]
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ZACKY! Heeeey. Lookit that, you came.
[There's a laugh, because ha ha, 'came'. But then Stiles is giving Isaac a light slap on the shoulder.]
Have a beer. Have two beers. Have five. Dude, there's tequila. You should have some of that, too.
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Cheer up Isaac, your boo is here!With a beer in his hand, Scott slides into the booth Isaac is sitting at by his lonesome, slinging an arm to rest along the back of the booth seat behind Isaac. Scott's having fun and he wants Isaac to have fun too. ]
Stop frowning, someone could be falling in love with your smile. [ He gives Isaac a goofy grin. ]
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You look super happy to be here.
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Hi. You didn't die, too, did you?
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|| looking for isaac ||
|| open - wandering around ||
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Then, of course, he remembers her offhanded comment about being at the doctor's, and that makes a little more sense. There's a little stab of guilt at not being there for her, through this, but Isaac is sure that she'll contact him if she needs him. At least... he hopes she will. He didn't really conduct himself in the best of ways last time she needed him, but that's sort of water under the bridge, right? Right.
Anyway, when she finally does show up, Isaac brightens visibly, waving her over and grinning as she got close.]
-hey. You made it.
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She sips at her soda, fingers slipping down the sides of the glass where condensation is settling. She keeps looking up at the door because time seems to be going so much slower, but she knows that it's only been a few minutes since his last message. Elena gives her arm a reassuring squeeze and Erica just leans against her more.
It's difficult to try and figure out what she would say and she's trying to guess what he might want to say to her. That word 'us' is there and she's used that word a lot of times with Isaac and with anyone else that just wants to go with her somewhere. "It'll just be us." Which has no weight to it at all, but when someone says talk about 'us' that's different. It's as if the one word has two different meanings.
The door opens and her heart almost stops. Almost. All the effort she's made to relax goes nearly out the window. She sits up straight and she swears that she feels Elena urge her forward, but she almost stands up with the table still in her way. Shaking her head, she looks down and slides out of the booth and crosses the bar to find Sam. She smiles half-way to him and by the time she's in front of him she's grinning.]
I'm glad you have clothing on.
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ota c:
[She's not getting drunk like some of the other people attending the party, but she is having a beer or two. She can sometimes be found sitting at a table, but she's more likely to be found wandering around.]
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He did not just totally say that in his head.]Hello there. You here for the pie, the beer, the invitees or the inviters?
[Because that last one was him, and if she was there for him, he should know about this.]
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She's not shy and doesn't really care who sees her or notices her. She's been here for a few days and she's not ready to just settle into what everyone here wants her to do. She's going to treat it like a vacation.]
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Okay then...
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Come bother him. He's either drinking, being ridiculously good at playing darts or eating some
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Hey... I know you. You're the dick.
[Then he noticed his nuts, taken from him and now being munched on by said dick.]
Heeeeeey. You stole my nuts.
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Scott really doesn't mean to abandon Stiles at their own party. He feels like he needs to make it up to Allison for dying and the best way he knows how to do that is by... well, giving her kisses.
He's not even aware of how much time he's devoting to his girlfriend until he catches one of Stiles' sulky looks in his direction. Scott knows that look. That's the "you've forgotten about me" look. Scott makes his way over to Stiles while he still has time to salvage the rest of the evening. ]
Your nuts were calling me. [ Scott helps himself to the bowl of nuts in front of Stiles, unaware of how many hickeys are on his neck that weren't there at the start of the evening. ] You okay?
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[The guy down at the end of the bar actually slammed his mug down, said 'for fuck's sake' and got up to leave the bar. Apparently his quota of how gay Scott and Stiles could be had been reached.
Stiles ignored him, munching on a handful of nuts instead.]
Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be okay? Not like I'm dead or anything.
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