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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[freezerburned]

[That earns him a punch. Not a supremely painful punch? But a punch. I hope you drop your pie, Stiles.

At any rate, good, washing the alcohol down his throat.]

-anyway. I'm not- letting it go. What do you think it was like, seeing you there?

[teenyoda]

[Nope. He's still got all the pie. ALL OF IT. Though he's setting it on the bar so he can wrangle another beer out of the oh so pretty blonde dispensing them. Not that he noticed that sort of thing.]

Man, really? Come on, Isaac. I didn't do it out of spite to you or anything. You think I wanted to die? No, thanks. That wasn't on my list of things to accomplish in life. And I figured you wouldn't have given a rat's ass anyway since you hate me and all. Eat your pie.

[freezerburned]

Oh yeah, because I can casually sit back while everyone I know bleeds to death around me.

[Isaac reaches out, grabs hold of his sleeve. Stop eating and listen to him.]

He asked me to protect you, dumbass.

[teenyoda]

You've casually sat back and let shit happen before. What's the difference here?

[Hell, he'd been part of the shit happening before. There was no reason for Stiles to think Isaac gave more than a fart's whiff for him.]

How was I supposed to know that? Huh? I was too far away to get in on the whole last words montage and all I saw was him going down. So sorry for not knowing you were asked to be my babysitter.

[freezerburned]

[Isaac's teeth grit a little more, because- well, Stiles is right. He'd been prepared to kill Lydia, to kill Jackson, even Scott.]

Well, I care now. [Even though that tone sounds like he's more ready to hit Stiles again than protect him.] So shut up and feel guilty.

[teenyoda]

Yes, sir. Consider me wracked with guilt. I'm wraaaaaaacked with it. A mess. I can barely eat this pie.

[Yet the pie found its way into his mouth, followed by the beer that was slid in front of him.]

So guilty. Oh, the guilt. So ashamed. Oh... I'll have to drink and eat my shame and guilt away.

[freezerburned]

[Isaac hits him again.

That's it, that's my entire tag.]

[teenyoda]

Owwww... You know, if you're supposed to be babysitting me, I should call social services for child abuse, because ooooow, Isaac. Lousiest babysitter ever.

[freezerburned]

I'm not babysitting you anymore, idiot.

[Stop being such a jackass!!!]

[teenyoda]

Then why should you feel guilty? You're just resigned to be in a pissy mood, aren't you?

[He had a beer that he slid in front of Isaac.]

Come on, man. It's a party. Not a sad one, either. Live a little.

[freezerburned]

It's a party celebrating your death.

[He's allowed to be pissy all he wants! You just... incite that deep seated urge for violence, Stiles. It's a gift.]

And I don't feel guilty.

[He totally feels guilty.]

[teenyoda]

No, it's a party celebrating my undeath. A wake is supposed to be a way to remember someone's life and all the dumb, fun, amazing things they did. That's why we're having it. To remember all the dumb, fun, amazing things we've done and how we can keep on doing them.

[Deep philosophical thoughts from the drunk Stiles. Be impressed, Isaac.]

Sure you don't. Drink your beer.

[freezerburned]

You've done a lot of dumb things.

[At least they can agree on that.]

But you should probably avoid doing more in the future. I'm not dragging your corpse across the ice again.

[teenyoda]

You dragged my corpse across the ice? I'm touched, man.

[And so was Isaac, by a hand on his shoulder as Stiles leaned a little closer.]

Asgard's changed you, man. You're changed.

[freezerburned]

Shut up.

[It has not! Isaac scowls and buries himself in the beer.]

You just didn't know me.

[teenyoda]

Hard to know a guy that tries to kill you. Not really a selling point for a friendly resume. 'Oh hey, so I only tried to kill you twice as opposed to some people that tried five times. Wanna hang out?'

[freezerburned]

It was-

[Isaac struggles for the right word, but it's hard to explain.]

-circumstantial. You guys were trying to stop us.

[teenyoda]

And it's a good thing we did, isn't it? Because Lydia wasn't the kanima. So wouldn't you have felt like a giant asshole knowing you killed an innocent girl whose only crime was getting mauled by a psycho Alpha and living.

[Okay, so he might not be actively trying to get on her radar anymore, but that didn't mean he just stopped giving a shit about her or that he stopped defending her.]

[freezerburned]

[Isaac just... sort of shrugs. Wow Stiles, way to be rude.]

We were doing what Derek told us to do.

[teenyoda]

And it was wrong. Derek's been wrong about a lot of things and if he just stopped running into shit and listened for a minute, he wouldn't have wound up screwing up as much as he did.

[He drank at his beer, chugging half of it down.]

If someone tells you to kill someone, you should question it.

[freezerburned]

Just drop it, okay? Nobody died in the end.

[Yeah, nobody. Except for half the police force, Allison's mom, four twenty-four year olds, and Isaac's own father.]

It was all just really messed up.

[teenyoda]

[Stiles' answer was a derisive snort, but hey, he at least kept his mouth shut. Mostly because he was shoving pie in it.

He nodded, chewing and pushing most of the food into one cheek.]

Yeah, which is why we all need a party.

[freezerburned]

And so you have one.

[He takes another sip of the beer. Ugh that is not good.]

I've never- done this stuff. Before coming here.

[teenyoda]

What stuff? Party? Have friends? Eat pie?

[OH MY GOD, ISAAC. HAVE A PIECE OF FUCKING PIE BEFORE HE CRAMMED IT DOWN YOUR THROAT. YOU DON'T INSULT A MAN BY NOT EATING HIS DEATHDAY PIE!]

[freezerburned]

[HE DOESN'T

WANT

YOUR PIE]

Parties. And- drinking, I guess.