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

[mccallmemaybe]

Well, if you won't let me put them in my mouth, I guess I can watch them be orally attended to... [ Greenberg II will be back. He loves it too much to stay away. ]

Stiles. [ Scott gave him a look to be honest with him. ] If you were really okay, you wouldn't keep looking at me like a kicked puppy. Are you going to tell me why you're sulking or make me guess?

[teenyoda]

"I'm not sulking." Except he totally was. "I just..." Huff. Huff. "You've been in that corner with Allison all night. This is our party, man. Everyone's here to see you, myself included, and you've been too busy doing things that I know you already do behind closed doors."

[mccallmemaybe]

"Not all night..." Scott knew he'd let Stiles down though and felt crappy about it. "You're totally underestimating how many people are here for you, not me. And I'm sorry if I ruined our party by not waiting until Allison and I get home."

[teenyoda]

"Please. I don't even know most of the people here." He was spinning the bowl around and around, looking down at it so he wouldn't be taken in by the puppy eyes. "You didn't ruin it, but you sure did kind of kill the point of it being a party for both of us."

[mccallmemaybe]

"But nothing stays dead here, so if I killed the point, it'll come back to life like we did?" Scott said hopefully. There was still time for him to turn this around. "I promise I won't leave your side for the rest of the night. Whatever you say goes." Oh, that was a dangerous thing to say to Stiles, putting him in charge like that. Scott would regret it.

[teenyoda]

"Whatever I say, huh?" Stiles looked over at Scott, slowly munching on a nut. "Six shots. Right now. You haven't been drinking and you have some catching up to do. And it has to be tequila."

[mccallmemaybe]

"Are you serious?" Scott had been drinking a little, but he still felt pretty sober. If there was one drink that would put off Allison kissing him for the rest of the night, it was tequila. But he'd told Stiles he'd do whatever he said (within reason) so Scott had no choice but to agree. "Okay. Six shots of tequila..." Scott could feel his hangover already.

[teenyoda]

"Ha ha. Yes." He clapped his hands, grinning and ordering the shots, complete with a shaker of salt and a plate of lime wedges. "Go on, smarty pants. Do it."

[mccallmemaybe]

"If I throw up on you, it's totally your fault." Scott shook the salt onto his hand and licked it off, then took the first shot, quickly shoving the lime in his mouth afterwards. He was so not looking forward to doing this another five times... He spat the lime back out onto the plate with a, "Bleurgh." That word pretty much summed up tequila. Bleurgh.

[teenyoda]

That's what you get for ignoring him the whole night, Scott. It was their party and he should have been around more. People didn't just come back from the dead every day, okay?