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

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Erica is a little hard to follow honestly because while there's a coherent thought train there, it's...disjointed.]

Wait, right now? He wants to talk to you right now?

[better]

Oh my god, it's a bad idea, right?

He's on his way here. Isaac dare me to ask him if he thought of me naked and I pretended to send it, but it saved and then I sent him other messages and it came with. But -- [She takes a breath.]

But it's going to be okay. I think about him too. I really like him.

Should I not tell him that?

[forgetyourusedtobe]

No. I mean-- You should tell him. Just...

Maybe you should wait? You could tell him tomorrow.

[When you won't be high as a kite. 8c]

[The cat's pretty much out of the bag at this point anyway, but it's still probably a conversation Erica should be having without pharmaceuticals.]

[better]

[Erica takes a deep breath, trying to just relax. She's really excited. A boy. A boy that she likes. A boy that she likes - thinks about her more when she has her -- OH!!]

I can show you the messages! [Sorry, Elena, all of your logical advice and sound reasoning just went right out the door as Erica pulls her arm out and pulls up the messages and scrolls through all the ones with Isaac talking about naked things and gets to the ones where Sam is talking about naked things. It's been... a topic as of late.]

Here! See, he says he thinks about me more with my clothing on. [She grins.] He's coming here now, because I asked him to.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[...Elena does not get paid enough for this.]

You can say hi and then I'm gonna get you back to your room, okay?

[Elena tries for a smile. Hopefully that will make her more convincing???]

[better]

Wait. Why am I going back to my room? [GOSH, ELENA. GOSH. You get the sad face panda from Erica here, she will sad eyes you and this girl has some big eyes, she will sad face you to heck and back.]

I don't want to go back to my room. Sam is coming here.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

No, I know. That's why you can say hi first. But then after that, we'll head back to your room.

[See? You can still say hello and STOP LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT.]

[better]

But, Elena. I've been waiting for this for my whole life. [FROWN FROWN. POUT POUT.]

A boy thinks about me. He thinks about me and he said us. I - can I drink water or eat bread? Will that help? I'm just excited. I swear I'm fine. I'm good. [BREATHING.]

I want to stay. [POUT POUT.]

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Erica...

[You're killing her.]

Okay, okay. We can stay for five minutes after Sam shows up.

[better]

[Erica takes a deep breath and tries to calm down. She's trying to relax so that she can actually convince Elena that she's FINE. She's fine, Elena. She's just really happy - like really happy and over excited.

She goes to sit down. Nearby. Possibly in a booth. She takes deep breaths and tries to just settle her ass down.]

I'll be okay. I just... [She slows her role and just exhales.] I wanted your help -- I just didn't realize asking you for help would mean you'd send me away.

[She takes a deep breath and exhales it slowly.]

I swear I'm fine. [Her hands slide to press to the table, laying her palms flat.] I am excited and I had the weed and so I don't feel like I am doing anything wrong -- am I doing something wrong?

[forgetyourusedtobe]

No, Erica, that's not--

[Elena sighs and moves to sit across from Erica. She covers one of Erica's hands with her own and leans forward a little.]

It's good that you're excited and that you're happy. You should be.

I just...

[How to put this?]

I just think maybe you should consider having that talk with a clear head.

[better]

[But he's coming there. For her. She asked him.]

My head is clear. I'm just - [She wants to explain, but she's not even sure it will help matters.]

I really want to talk to him. Elena, if it was you -- if you had that chance would you really want to wait?

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena opens her mouth to respond, but then closes it.]

[She didn't wait when it came to Stefan. Maybe sometimes telling him exactly what she felt in each moment had complicated things more than they necessarily had to be. But she decided she wasn't going to keep things like that inside, to herself. And, in the end, she doesn't have regrets about any of that.]

[So, no. She wouldn't. And she can't exactly ask Erica to.]

[She leans back in her seat and gives Erica's hand a light squeeze before she shook her head. Elena smiles, but she looks a little tired.]

I'll stay with you until he shows up.

[better]

[Erica gives her hand a squeeze back. Honestly, the reality check has calmed her down a lot and she isn't going to be proposing marriage or anything to Sam. She's just never had this before and having someone like Sam want to talk to her about things like this gave her a tiny moment of OHSHIT and that came outwardly into an outpouring of pretty much everything in her head at that moment.

Erica gets up and slides into the booth next to Elena and leans against her.]

Thank you. Honestly. I know I sort of [She laughs.] I got over-excited. I swear I'll be more calm when he is here.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Mmmm, I don't know. Give him a big hug like the one you gave me and it might give him something to think about when he's thinking about you naked.

[Elena shrugs a little and grins wide.]

[better]

[Erica laughs and ducks her head a bit.]

Isaac says that all guys think about those things.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena laughs a little.]

Probably more often than we ever really want to know.

[better]

I just never thought it would be thoughts about me. I mean, I'm healthier here, but it's just -- I'm not the leather wearing Catwoman that Stiles says I become.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

And you don't have to look like that to be considered sexy to someone.

You're a pretty girl, Erica. Obviously Sam noticed that.

[better]

[Erica still turns a bit red at the mention of Sam finding her attractive.]

I guess so. It's just not -- it's still new to think about.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

You better get used to it. I'm pretty sure Sam won't let you forget.

[better]

I guess. [Erica smiles.] Sometimes I wish I had hair like yours, though. [HEY, ELENA. DO YOU WANT ERICA PETTING YOUR HAIR? Cause she is.]

It's so straight and shiny.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Your hair is pretty, too, y'know.

[better]

I have a lot of it. Before I think it just looked like a mess because the chance of a seizure meant I'd just mess it up anyway.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[That's legit.]

I can show you some things you can do with it, if you want. [She grins.] You could do something different for your first official date.