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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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Yeah. [Isaac shrugs.] It's pretty bad. I think- we're still sort of getting over it.

[There's a pause then when Scott asks the question, where Isaac just... doesn't know how to reply. After a moment though, he shakes his head once and takes a deep drink of his beer.]

I think... I think everyone probably needed a party. [Is the long and short of it. But-] -I just don't know if this is the best thing to celebrate.

[ Scott nods at what Isaac is saying, even if it makes him wonder why Isaac showed up at all. ]

You don't have to celebrate if you don't want to... I'm not gonna make you wear a party hat. Even though technically they're mandatory. [ Scott forgot to put that on the invite. ] But if you sit here and look too miserable, you might find a hat on your head.

You're threatening me with hats now, dude?

[That makes him smile though, and he bumps their shoulders together. Come on, a hat would mess up his perfect halo of hair, okay?

Still though, he sobers up a little after a moment and lets out a long sigh.]

...so, are we gonna talk about it?

[ Scott knocks his knee against Isaac's in response to the shoulder bumping. ]

Sure we can talk about it. [ A pause. ] What are we talking about?

You know. Uh...

[He shrugs, trying to keep it casual.]

'You have to keep going if I don't come back'? Washing your blood off of my hands- god- finding Stiles with an axe in his neck? [Isaac doesn't mean to get emotional about this, it's not why he wanted to talk about it, but he's choking it back anyway, gritting his teeth and staring into his bottle.]

Why did you do it? You didn't have to.

You can't stop thinking about it, can you? [ He can only imagine what scarring mental images Isaac has in his head now to add to the ones that were already there. He definitely doesn't want to think about an axe in his best friend's neck. ]

I acted on instinct... but even if I'd had the time to think about it more, I still would have done it. You're part of Derek's pack but I'll always protect you like you're part of mine.

[There's a long pause at that, and Isaac stares hard down toward the table, opening his mouth for a moment, before closing again, not sure how to say it. But he's tipsy, and getting a little hazier, and it's just easier to say things like this.]

...you know, sometimes I wonder- what it would have been like, if it'd been you. [It's soft, like he's admitting some dark secret.] If you bit me, instead of him. It's a stupid thing to think about, but sometimes- god, I don't know. Sometimes when I look at you, I think that, like, maybe... maybe this is what it's like, having direction. Purpose.

[He takes in a deep breath, lets it out slowly.] Sorry. This is probably too heavy for your party.

[ Scott looks really surprised to hear Isaac has thoughts like that, but he doesn't want Isaac to feel bad about sharing his thoughts with Scott. ] It's okay...

I wouldn't bite anyone though. [ Scott thinks about it for a moment. ] Unless it was the only way to save someone.

[Isaac just nods, not quite sure how to take that. So he lifts his beer and takes another drink, his eyes averted for the time being.]

Would you have bitten me?

[Man, you'd better think about that one, Scott.]

[ Scott doesn't know what to say to that. If he says no, will Isaac feel rejected? It's not like he'd say no because he wouldn't want Isaac to be part of his pack, he just doesn't like the idea of passing on what he feels is a curse to someone else. To him, it would be like ruining someone's life forever... ]

If biting you was the only way to help you escape your dad and stop him from hurting you, then yeah, I would. [ Because that would be saving Isaac, the only way he could see himself biting anyone. ]

[Isaac nods after a moment, looking into his drink. He doesn't want to think about what might have happened- it's no use, dwelling in what-ifs. Still... it might be nice. To have been with someone like him.

But he just manages a wry smile in the end anyway, rubbing a hand at the back of his neck with a sigh.]

...well, good to know that, at least. Do you think about it? Being back home- actually werewolves again?

[ Maybe he'd think about it more if he actually enjoyed being a werewolf. It may have its perks sometimes but being co-captain of the lacrosse team really isn't worth all the other crap he has to deal with. ]

I try not to think about that. [ When Scott thinks about home, he thinks about his mom, not what about what he is... or was. ] This place is like an escape from reality for me... but I know it won't last forever. I'm making the most of it because it's probably the only chance I'll have at feeling normal. [ Maybe it's stupid of him to get settled here - to see this place as a home away from home - but it's hard for him to miss being a werewolf the way Isaac might. ]

Do you miss it? I mean, you've gotten really good at your power. [ Try not to blush too much, Isaac. ] You're probably just as strong here as you are back home, maybe even stronger. You can make your own pack of wolves... You're practically your own alpha.

[Isaac doesn't know if he'll ever really understand Scott's reasoning- but how could he? Scott was never given a choice, he was merely forced into a world he knew nothing about, for the simple sin of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Isaac at least got some form of choice, even if some of the details were omitted.

Knowing what he knows now, though? Talking with his future self, getting to know this side of Erica, watching his pack relationship disintegrate with Derek- these are things he will never experience back home, things he'll never know. Isaac just swallows hard, stalling at the question, but he can't help a little smile that breaks out when Scott mentions him being an alpha.]

I'm no leader. The wolves are all just- extensions of myself. [He rests his cheek on a palm though, kicking idly at the base of the table before taking a deep breath.]

I like it here and I don't. It's not an all-or-nothing thing for me, you know? I guess I just miss being... so sure of how the world works. How people work. But now, coming here- I've made more friends in a few months than I've had my entire life. I dunno.

[He shrugs, a little lamely.]

I dunno how to deal with that, and I'm tired of having to second guess myself. I'm a different person than I was four months ago, and I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but. [A sigh.] I used to look at the street and see hundreds of people who would crush me if they could. And it was okay, because I knew that. I knew them- without having to talk to them, I knew. But now- ? Now I look at someone and there's like, this... this feeling, like, they could want to be my friend, or they could want to kick the crap out of me. And I- god.

[Isaac covers his eyes with his hand and shakes his head, forcing a laugh.] -sorry, maybe I am a little drunk. This isn't therapy hour.

Whatever the wolves are, you should still feel proud of yourself for making them.

[ Scott doesn't know whether to smile or look sad when Isaac says he's made so many friends. He's happy that Isaac has found people he gets along with here, people he can trust, but then Scott thinks about what will happen when he leaves here, Isaac losing all those friends, friends he won't remember having...

But at least he'll still have Scott. ]

I think looking at someone and thinking they could be your friend or enemy is better than looking at someone and assuming they're someone who wants to hurt you. [ As confusing as it must be for Isaac. ] Hopefully you don't look at me like that...

I'll take what you owe me for this therapy session out of your wages. [ Scott jokes, squeezing Isaac's shoulder. ]

I don't.

[But that makes him laugh- Scott and his eternal optimism makes it impossible for him to be upset for too long while they're talking. The touch helps, and he looks over to him with a lingering little smile, before shaking his head.]

I know we're friends. It's everyone else that I'm confused about. Guess I'm just not used to the possibility of people liking me.

[ Scott gets a good look at Isaac after the last thing he says because it reminds him of everything Sophie told him, about Isaac feeling unwanted but being a good person to make Scott want him...

Scott's still unsure about Sophie's use of the word want. Maybe she meant another word, a word that doesn't mean desire or crave because those are the kinds of words that come to Scott's mind when he thinks about wanting something. Or someone. ]

I know you tried to get me out of the castle.

[The sudden silence is a little unnerving, but what Scott says after that is moreso, and Isaac finds himself shrugging, suddenly looking a little meek, not quite meeting Scott's gaze. It's not something that he's embarrassed about, but it's also not quite a casual thing to be talking about.

But he's not going to lie, so he nods after a moment, biting at his lower lip.]

Yeah... I roped Erica and Allison and even Jackson in to help, but we couldn't get through. I went to the ice wall alone a few times, too.

[He shrugs, his gaze still a little downcast.]

Doesn't matter. Didn't do anything, in the end.

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