asgardmeridiem | A very merry undeathday to you (and me)

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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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.]

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.]

Erica...

[You're killing her.]

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

[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?

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.

[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?

[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.

[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.

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.]

[Erica laughs and ducks her head a bit.]

Isaac says that all guys think about those things.

[Elena laughs a little.]

Probably more often than we ever really want to know.

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.

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.

[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.

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

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.

Your hair is pretty, too, y'know.

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.

[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.

[She draws in a breath, grinning at Elena.]

You know it would actually be my first date. Ever. Like, ever-ever.

See? All the more reason to.

I guess I can't argue with your amazing logic, Elena.

[She laughs a little.]

Of course you can't.

I'm really glad we're friends, Elena.

Me, too.

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