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.}

Comments

[teenyoda]

Says who? You going to get a job as the party police and crash my death parties?

[predators]

Maybe. At least that would be enjoyable.

[teenyoda]

Hate to break it to you, grumpy, but they don't have party police here. So hah. You're SOL. More pie for me and less fun having for you.

[Hey, look, Stiles was five now. A whole year older than his whiny four year old self.]

[predators]

[ just another look stiles. really. ]

Someone has to be the first. [ maybe he'll make party policing a thing just for you now, stiles. don't you feel special. ]

[teenyoda]

No one's going to pay you to police parties, Derek.

[God, Derek. Be more of a dick.]

[predators]

[ he can't even believe he's having this conversation right now okay be happy. ]

They might if the realize how good I am at it.

[ but whatever. this is stupid, you're stupid and this beer is stupid. ]

Keep your mouth shut unless you want to give me more ideas this.

[teenyoda]

Being a full time party pooper isn't exactly something you should advertise. You're supposed to try to make friends, remember? Not volunteer to be the new crazy person in town.

[He'd keep his mouth shut -- for all of the five seconds it took him to finish his beer.]

You keep your mouth shut, grumpy face. Go put some pie in it. I think your mouth is definitely pie depraved. Maybe that'll cheer you up, sour pussycat.

[predators]

I need allies, not friends. [ because there's a difference.

well, five seconds is something. ]

I don't think I'm the one pie deprived here, Stiles. Though you shouldn't be either. [ yet here you are, constantly chatting about pie. ]

[teenyoda]

You need both.

[Not much of something, but it's all he's going to get.]

I've had like, five pies. I'm taking a pie break. But there's plenty of pie up there for everyone.

[predators]

[ frustrated look. ] Right now, you need to mind your own business.

[ talk of allies and friends just lead to all the issues he has with his pack. or the lack of it, both here and back home. ]

Right.

[teenyoda]

This is my business. Jerk face. This is my party and you're here and you need to put a damn smile on your face, have some pie, and loosen the hell up.

[So there, Derek. You've been told.]

[predators]

You just don't give up, do you.

[ ugh. he'll just drink his beer now, thanks. ]

[teenyoda]

You just don't stop being a pain in the ass, do you?

[Guess who's also finishing their beer. Faster.]