A very merry undeathday to you (and me)

[teenyoda]

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.}

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[teenyoda]

[Stiles only notices him because the bowl of nuts he was eating from suddenly vanished and his hand grabbed at nothing. He was, by this time, pretty drunk, and he turned in a confused circle to look for his magically evaporating nuts. He saw a familiar face, the confused look turning into a frown.]

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.

[reaction]

What can I say, clown face? They were up for grabs? You snooze you lose? [ He's not planning on returning the bowl anytime soon. Stiles is free to request for another. These are complimentary, aren't they? ]

Now what kind of an idiot party is this, hm?

[teenyoda]

I was eating them. You can't just swoop in and steal another guy's nuts. Mega-rude. But, what do I expect from Dickzilla. [Scowl. All the scowls, Damon.]

It's a Wake. A 'we're no longer dead' party. And who invited you?

[reaction]

[ Yeah. He's still not returning the bowl. Ever. ]

How was there no celebration for when you died? [ /deadpans~ Also -- no one invited him. He crashed. So not bothering to answer the obvious. Or wait. He'll just go right ahead and lie: ]

And I came here with Elena. [ Points a finger at the brunette he's yet to say hello to because maybe he's just planning on stalking her from afar. ]

[teenyoda]

[Maybe someone was going to start leaning over that way, hand slowly reaching for the bowl. Nothing to see here, folks.]

Oh, hey, look who thinks he's funny? Jerk. I should tell her that pets and assholes are supposed to stay outside.

[reaction]

[ Watch as he goes right ahead and hands the bowl of nuts over to a random passerby. ]

Break her itty bitty heart and I'll break your itty bitty bones. [ He lets out a smile. ]

So come on. Tell me how you died. I'm sure it'll prove entertaining. Give me all the gory, pathetic details.

[teenyoda]

[Asshole. He slumped against his seat, wondering if anyone would notice if he just accidentally set Damon's hair on fire. There had to be other fire users here and he couldn't be the only one that found the guy annoying.]

Kicking you out would break her heart? Doubt it. She might appreciate someone getting rid of a persistent pest.

Uh uh, Mr. Morbid. You are not on my list of people that get to hear things. You're on my list of people to maybe use as kindling. Potentially. Gotta tell you, you lean more and more over that line every time I see you.

[reaction]

I've been burned before. It's no biggie. [ Literally. Figuratively. He pours himself another drink. ]

Guess there's nothing to stop any one of us from killing each other if all we do is come back from the dead. Unless you're currently missing... a finger? A toe?

Is that a bald spot?

[teenyoda]

You know, you think you're funny, but you're just funny looking.

[He gave Damon a scowl, reaching over and grabbing a bowl of nuts from the far side of the bar. Oh god, reaching. But he got them and he pulled them back, arm protectively wrapped around the bowl as he started munching.]

You might know about that. I mean, you're like what, thirty? Thirty-five? Isn't that when hairlines recede?

[reaction]

Pfft. Really wouldn't know. I like to think of myself as an eternal stud. [ This guy? Know he's good looking. No amount of insults will hurt his ego. But guess who's hoping Stiles here munches on a bad peanut? ]

Who's the kid with the crooked jaw? [ Obviously people watching right now. ]

[teenyoda]

[A small amount of offense taken at that and Stiles feels he has to stick up for the best of best friends.]

That would be Scott. The other guy that died.

[Still a sore spot, but hey, they'd both come back, right? Right.]

His jaw's not crooked.




It's uneven.

[reaction]

You say uneven, I say -- whatever.

So let me guess. You both tripped over your own two feet, landed on a patch of ice, snapped your necks, cracked your skulls... [ Definitely thinking that it can't have been due to some heroic feat on their part. ]

[teenyoda]

No, you bonehead. Scott... sort of saved Isaac and wound up getting killed and I--

[He looked down at his beer and grabbed a handful of nuts to shove in his mouth. Hey, look, he couldn't talk if he was eating, right?]

[reaction]

[ Mm. So not going to be able to talk if he starts choking on those nuts either. ]

Died from fright? [ Hey, if he's going to have to fill up the blanks here... ]

[teenyoda]

No, you jackass. Died from an axe to the neck. There, you happy? I got all pissed off and wasn't paying attention.

[reaction]

[ Okay. An axe to the neck is a little extreme even for him, considering that is one way to kill a vampire. ] Tsk, tsk. Cheer up, kiddo. At least you... well, definitely not lived, but got resurrected to tell about it.

Consider me entertained. But I have to tell you, there are worst ways to die.

[teenyoda]

Yeah, I know. I've seen and been part of a couple ways. Neither of them fun.

[Nope, not going into detail there, Damon. Suck it.]

So is that what you came here for? To laugh at my lame death?

[reaction]

[ Why do teenagers have so much creepy drama in their lives these days? ]

I came here to drink. [ Like he always does every other night or so. ] This party just happened to be here.

Lucky me. [ All the free liquor, all night long. Or here's hoping. ]

Will there be cake?

[teenyoda]

No, but there's pie. And you only get it if you cut about half the dick factor out of your repertoire tonight. It's the rule.

[Damon, why you gotta suck all the fun out of his party, huh? WHY?]

[reaction]

How about learning to accept people as they are? [ He pours a shot of whiskey, hands a glass over to Stiles before taking a quick drink from the bottle. ]

What have they been teaching you in school, hm?

[teenyoda]

[Oh, hey, look at that. More booze. Just what he needed.

He takes it though, sipping at it and feeling the burn.]

I have one massive dick in my life that I have to deal with. No reason why I have to make it two.