Party! Party!

[fae_of_the_rose]

Out Tonight

You're at a party! There's music, food, karaoke (oh god), drinks...you name, it's here. Let your hair down and have fun!

Rules

1. Post and wait for a reply/reply to others
2. Use the RNG to get a scenario from the list below.
3. Or don't. Up to you.
4. Have fun!
5. If someone says "I don't want to do this", don't do that.

List

1. Dancing (It's a party. There's music. Let's dance!)

2. Drinking Contest (Chug chug chug! Just don't get sick)

3. Fight (All that booze did a number on everyone's tempers)

4. Kitchen (For a little peace and quiet and access to the chips)

5. Bathroom (For a little peace and quiet or a place to regret drinking that much. Or sex. We know how these things go)

6. Buffet (Ooh, are those chocolate covered strawberries? And is that punch spiked?)

7. Wild Card (It's your party, and you'll do what you want to)

Comments

3. She can either rescue him or be the one dragging him out?

[sarcasticdefence]

There's a fight and the claws are out.

So Stiles is under a buffet table, trying to avoid the inevitable beat fest that this supposed peaceful gathering of werewolves and supernaturals and Argents has turned in to.

At least he can see Chris Argent across the way not maiming anyone. So long as the supers keep to attacking each other, it's all good.

He's halfway through a stolen party pie when a hand grabs his ankle and drags him out, leaving neat puncture marks in his skin. "Whoa, no! Not a wolf! Non-wolf human!"

[better]

Erica hears the caterwauling coming from across the room and it's not that she's overly familiar with the cries for help that naturally come from Stiles, it's that he's shouting about being not a wolf. The other pack had decided to make an impression and apparently it was picking up on any familiar scent that had been near the Hale house.

Stiles included.

Fangs extended and claws out, she moves toward the offending interloper and reaches forward, grabbing them and hauling them off of Stiles. One good threatening growl from them and they've opted to move onto different prey.

For now.

She reaches her hand out to help him, forgetting that she's still got claws showing - even if her fangs had already retracted.

[sarcasticdefence]

He hesitates at the claws, looks at her face which is in control and takes her hand carefully to help himself up off the floor. "Thanks, Catwoman."

[better]

Smirking, Erica helped him to his feet. Moving him beside her, she wasn't going to let anyone mess with him. "We shouldn't stay here, unless you like waiting around for round two."

[sarcasticdefence]

"No, no, I'm fine with skipping round two. I would've been fine with skipping round one." He stayed close to her.

[better]

A loud sound came from the left, her head turned quickly looking for the source, before looking back to Stiles, "C'mon, we're gonna go out the fire door." Her hand shifted to take his wrist, tugging lightly to get him to move faster as she made others move out of the way.

[sarcasticdefence]

Stiles was really, really good at running away. He kept pace with her, glancing back to see the chaos the night had descended into.

He was pretty sure Derek was banging someone's head into a wall and grinning.

"I'm never coming to one of the pack's things again. Ever."

[better]

Her hand pressed to the metal handle of the door, pushing it open and letting the cold air hit her face immediately. Outside, she moved to the middle of the alley, letting go of Stiles. "Might be smart to steer clear of these events until everything settles. Conflicting packs aren't getting along very nicely."

Tipping her head back, she glanced up at the night sky then back to Stiles, "Do you want to go get coffee?" It was awkward, she knew it, but she didn't care.

[sarcasticdefence]

Stiles crouched down once she let go, examining the small puncture marks on his ankle with a wince. "Mm? Yeah, okay, sounds good."

[better]

Frowning, she stole a look at his injury.

"Do we need to go to CVS for some Bactine?" Her weight shifted on her feet, still keeping an eye on the back door and keeping her ears alert to any sounds that were coming that way.

[sarcasticdefence]

"I'll run it under some water, it'll be fine. I've had worse." She'd seen him take worse.

[better]

She might've seen him take worse, but that didn't mean he shouldn't clean it up.

Erica took a cautious step toward the door again, her hand pressing to the cold metal until she felt it thunk. Someone tried to use it as a landing place.

"Yeah, we should go." Letting go of her hold on the door, she moved away from it. "Come on," she urged starting down the alley toward the parking lot.

[sarcasticdefence]

He wasn't even limping on it, just small and annoying cuts, superficial and slightly messy.

"Is Derek going to be pissed that you've headed off with me?"

[better]

"Right now, he's got bigger problems and keeping myself safe is my priority." If Derek got upset she'd deal with it, but to be honest she was more worried about leaving Boyd and Isaac. She'd lost track of them in the crowd and when she saw Stiles at the hand of that werewolf, she just figured it'd be better to save the Sheriff's son.

"We'll get distance from this. I'll check in with them in an hour." Hitting the parking lot, she cut through the parked cars and kept moving. She kept an eye on Stiles behind her, all the way until they were a few blocks away and coming up on a 24 hour diner.

"I'll get a booth, you can go clean up." That wasn't a suggestion.

[sarcasticdefence]

"Fine, fine." He wasn't going to bother arguing with her. It would just end up with being beaten unconscious and dumped in a bin or something. "You owe me for the repairs I had to get on the jeep, you know."

[better]

"No, I don't," she replied easily, not even looking back at him as she stalked her way toward a booth in the corner. Sliding into the seat, she made sure she could keep an eye on the door, then started to play with the sugar packets, making a small pyramid stacked up.

[sarcasticdefence]

"Yeah, you do. You tore out part of my engine and beat me unconscious with it. It cost me a grand to get it fixed. I'm still paying back my dad."

The argument had to pause while he went to rinse his ankle.

[better]

Yes, pause the argument as you sit down to coffee with the girl that saved your life. She stacked the sugar packets higher, making her own little house of cards out of them.

The waitress milled on over after a bit and Erica ordered two coffees, but told her that her friend was in the bathroom and he might want something else.

Alone again, she moved onto the jelly containers, making them into another building while she waited for Stiles.

[sarcasticdefence]

He came back fairly quickly, sprawling into his seat. "Did you order? What did you order for me? Or did you order and leave me on my own?"

[better]

"Coffee. Since that's what I asked if you wanted to go get. If you wanted something else, you can tell her when she brings your coffee."

She didn't look up from her modern food architecture, instead she just tried to use the knife to help her stack the final sugar packet atop her work of art.

[sarcasticdefence]

"Do you have any idea what caffeine does to me?" He was going to drink it anyway. He wasn't the one going to have to live with him.

"What are you making?"

[better]

"Easy, I ordered decaf." She knew how hyper he got, she wasn't planning on adding to that anytime soon. Her fingers moved another packet as she glanced to him, "I'm not making anything specific, just stacking things."

[sarcasticdefence]

"Crap." He hated decaf. On principle. "Some people might take that as a sign of OCD."

[better]

Her gaze narrowed at him, flicking a stray packet across the surface of the table at him. "I might see it as something to do while I wait for coffee."

[sarcasticdefence]

He caught the packet in one hand. "Why do you wear so much make up?"