tampered | Everyone raise your glasses!

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Everyone raise your glasses!

When; Evening of Tuesday, August 13th
Rating; PG-13, at best. Angela's on her best behavior tonight.
Characters; It's Ginny's birthday party and everybody Ginny knows was invited. Let's handwave that and just show up. BTW, IT'S BLACK TIE. PUT ON YOUR SUITS, BOYS.
Summary; There's no legal drinking age in the City, but who says we can't party like there was one anyway?
Log;

This party was four years coming. The restaurant has set aside a large room just for this event and on short notice too. The food is plentiful and of various cuisines, with even a large selection of vegetarian options for those who prefer that. But of course, there is more alcohol than one has ever seen because Angela knows the people she invited and knows quite a few of them have liquor in their veins instead of blood. Rule of thumb: more liquid than solids every time.

Everything's set and ready for the birthday girl to make her appearance, so for the time being, Angela's flitting around the place dressed in more subdued colors than usual, choosing black because no one gets to stand out more than Ginny tonight, and socializing with the few guests that have shown up already.

Sadly, there are no strippers. Ginny nixed that one hard.

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A witch. I am completely unsurprised by this. I hate showing up without a gift. I'll think of something.

[She sips her champagne with a sudden flash of smile at Scott - there's the Lydia he knows, the Lydia that's just a bit dangerous to every person with an XY chromosome combo and an eye for girls.]

Maybe I'll offer her a makeover.

[It might sound kind of mean, but Lydia's actually serious. She's really good at this stuff.

The news of Isaac and Stiles' presences is met with an ambivalent hmmm, like she's not ready to deal with facing them yet.]

[ Oh. Crap. He realizes he forgot his. ]

I forgot mine. [ Damn. Well, he could always go back to get it or give it to her tomorrow. Shoot. But, then Lydia says that and he half shrugs. ]

She's nice. I think she looks good? [ But, maybe in less... make-over terms. As it does sound mean. But, he knows she doesn't mean it in a mean way. Or, he hopes. Who can be mean after being strangled by their evil English teacher? God, their lives are strange, aren't they? ]

But, like, she really is a witch. She can make her network device float. She flies on a broom.

People are super heroes here? Stiles must feel like he hit the jackpot in this place.

[Lydia considers Ginny assessingly.] She looks very good. Doesn't mean she wouldn't enjoy it. [Another grin at Scott, and because Lydia can't help herself (and she has a bad habit of being the mouse at play when the cat, read: Alison, is away),]

How do I look?

[Be careful, Scott! It's a trick question! (Of course it is.)]

Actually? [ He leans close to her ear, speaking in a lower voice. ] Not just superheroes. Though, I'm friends with Clint Barton. But, fictional people are here, too. Our fictional people. Captain Kirk from the latest Star Wars is here. At this party. And so is Dr. McCoy. Spock... [ Try not to judge this minor geeking out moment. He's not a geek. Or, he used to be. But it's the ONLY one he agreed to watch with Stiles. ]

Lydia, you always look great. [ Like, always. ]

[She smiles then, because despite the fact that it doesn't flip her skirt (she made a vow or something, okay?) an hour ago she looked like a pre-shampoo Prada, all wet and scraggly and miserable, and now her fabulous is being affirmed.]

That's...kind of crazy. I'm sure I'll meet them.

[Not that she'd ever confess to watching any kind of genre programming. Even if she actually has!]

[ He nods. ]

They're all pretty friendly. Except for Spock. [ But, he's Spock. ] It took some time to get used to. But, Dr. McCoy is helping me out.

Well, he's a Vulcan, they're not exactly party animals.

[Ohhh Lydia. SO BUSTED.

(There is no math/science nerd on the planet who doesn't know who Spock is amirite.)]

[ No judgment here. Scott doesn't completely know what that means but he knows what it kind of means. ]

So, are you hungry?

Starving, actually.

Apparently being spontaneous transported to a chronologically transfixed pocket dimension really makes a girl famished.

Funny how that works.

[ He starts to go but stops. Wait. He's a gentleman. And she is his date. So, he offers her an arm. Is this too much? ]

[It is not too much. It is gallant, and Lydia appreciates it. Though as they walk,]

You know once I've got me a little something, if you want to do your thing, talk to your friends, I can manage on my own for a bit. I should say hello to the birthday girl, maybe get a feel for the party. And you have people to say hello to as well, right? Just check on me after a little bit, or I'll come find you. I don't have to anchor you down all night. I'm a big girl.

[ Lydia, why do you read people so well? ]

You sure? Cause, I can introduce you. I good at it. [ But, he also know she can handle herself at a party. She's in her element. ]

[There's an exasperated roll of her eyes, except there's also an enormous difference in how she does it. Last year that eyeroll meant contempt and dismissal. Now? It's a familiar, friendly, "oh, YOU" kind of thing, like laughing with someone instead of at them.

Yeah. The last year has certainly worked a great many changes in Lydia Martin.]

I'll be okay, honest. I mean, this is where I live, okay? Though I won't say no if you want to introduce me around. But don't feel like you have to treat me like a baby duckling all night.

Okay. I won't treat you like a baby duckling. [ Who treats anyone like that. ] But, I'll eat with you? [ The first time. ]

Sounds like a plan. Fetch me a nibble.

[And there's that smile again.]

[ So, he'll hand her his glass before leaving her side to grab two plates and fill them conservatively. Well, Lydia's. Salad. Some vegetarian options. Some sort of... meat. But, it smells good. He brings back both plates and points out a table. ]

I had no idea you were such a gentleman, Scott.

[She takes her seat, lifts her glass, and toasts.]

There but for the grace of werewolves, kaminas, and hot twins go I.

[Slyly, because it's Lydia and she has to]

Alison really didn't know what she was giving up, did she?

[ He looks away, blushing before pushing his jacket out from under him and sitting down. He knows he shouldn't sit on it. Oh, they're toasting. He can toast.

He smiles, something he keeps doing, before taking a sip of his champagne. Swallowing, he sets his glass down. What does he even say to that? ]

She didn't give me up. [ She had stuff. And then he had stuff. ]

[Everybody has stuff. Jackson had stuff and moved halfway across the freaking world.

Lydia is getting tired of people not living their lives the way they should because of stuff.

But this is a party and it isn't fair to bring this baggage here. She smiles, instead.]

You really can't take a compliment, can you?

[ He just gives her a smile, his lips pursing together. He just ] You know what happened with Allison - with Gerard [ The fact that her father still doesn't love him. ] - I mean, thanks.

You two. [There's a shake of her head. It's not a mess she wants to get in the middle of too much; Alison and Scott need to sort out their own stuff.]

You're welcome.

[ He begins to cut into the meat, tasting the juiciest piece he's had in weeks. This is restaurant quality. ]

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Everyone raise your glasses!

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idk if he icly meant 'star trek' and mixed it up or meant star wars?

LOLOLOL. I am tired. But, this is also Scott McCall. So, he made a mistake. slow on the uptake?

<3

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