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

[better]

[She makes a face at him messing with her hair. HEY, she actually made it look nice today. Made it straight and all that.]

You don't have to. Back home you can't even get drunk. That whole healing thing just takes care of that, I guess.

[freezerburned]

[Ooh, yes Erica, very nice and pretty, good job.]

What, so you're saying I should make up for it?

[better]

I'm just saying that I'm not going to mind if you decide to drink. [She frowns.]

I just am sorry that I won't be able to drink with you.

[freezerburned]

I know, I know.

[He sighs, leaning back a little and looking up toward the ceiling.]

Tell me when you're gonna smoke, okay? I want to make sure I'm sober enough to look after you.

[better]

[Erica laughs.] That sort of goes against why I would need it. It's supposed to be for emergency, I think.

[She exhales and slouches more against him.] Besides, I've never smoked it. I wouldn't even know how. I'll probably just stick with my prescription.

If I had the forethought -- I would make you smoke it with me. [She laughs at that.] Then at least we'd both be dealing with it.

[freezerburned]

You'd give a delinquent like me your prescription drugs?

[Isaac gasps, like he's shocked and offended.]

What would your parents say?

[better]

I would. [She replies nudging her elbow into his side.]

My parents would've never let me have weed willingly - so I'm pretty sure they'd ground me just for having it.

[freezerburned]

[He grins at that regardless, shaking his head.]

Well, if you want me to, I'll do it with you. But just a little- I'm not gonna steal all of your medication.

[better]

Steal my medication. [She smirks.]

We should do it now. Do you want to do it now? I mean, I don't have anything else to do here. I can't drink. Stiles is trying to die. [She pulls it out of her pocket.]

I bet we could figure something out. Isn't it possible to make anything into something you can smoke with? [Where's an empty can or ... that's all she can think of.] Maybe we can find someone that makes their own cigarettes. It's a bar. There have to be things to use here. Lost and found. [Okay, she's really getting into this now.]

[freezerburned]

[Isaac just has to laugh while Erica theorizes on ways to make this work.]

You're going to get a random pipe from the Lost and Found.

[better]

Maybe? [She shrugs.]

Do you not want to?

[freezerburned]

I just think it's funny that you do.

[He laughs, flopping over on the couch.]

[better]

Everyone else can drink and have fun, but I'm just going to sit here. [She pouts.]

Help me do this, Isaac.

[freezerburned]

[Don't pout at him, Erica.]

You know I will, okay? Come on.

[Alright, he's going to heave and stand up.]

I'll see what I can procure.

[better]

[Erica sits up and grins at him. She's practically giddy with excitement now. She feels very rebellious doing this, even if... her doctor gave it to her. It doesn't matter, though, because she's not doing this for medical reasons she's doing it for her own reasons and with Isaac. Clearly, it's the best idea.]

Good. Excellent. I will wait right here.

[freezerburned]

[Isaac laughs and makes a little gesture, before popping up off of the couch and sauntering off. There's bound to be something, or someone around willing to help them out, right?

Right.]

[better]

[Shes just gonna wait right here. She might drink some soda. Yep.]