No enemies to call my own

[outofthefreezer]

When: September 11th, early evening
Rating: PG-13 I assume. Although he's a wild one so you never know...
Characters: Isaac Lahey > Open
Summary: Its raining, and what better way to spend your evening than holed up in the corner of 'The Blue Light' even if he can't get drunk.



So it had been an interesting few days since he got back. Between arguments, bitterness and actually finding some comfort in the people here. He'd just head out by himself and been drawn to the sites and sounds of a bar. Luckily Stiles had hooked him up with a fake ID, even if he couldn't get drunk it was the right side of 'chilling' to be able to sit with a drink in his hand.

The extra added bonus was that his friends might not necessarily look for him here, not that he didn't want to be found. It could be nice to just sit and talk for a while, forget about some of the bad things and get back on track with enjoying his life.

As it stands, he's alone with a drink, listening to the Swing music with a soft smile on his face. He felt relaxed, which was probably the most important part of his plans for the evening. He had nowhere to be, no-one expected anything of him tonight and the night was young...

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[daggers]

It's not exactly like she went out looking for a bar. She's only just stopped wearing her bow and arrow around - after what happened the other day, she's thinking maybe it's better if she keeps her status below the radar. It's easier for her to blend in when she isn't actively carrying a weapon around - and even if she claimed it was because she loved archery, there's no way she could justify it as a mere hobby if she's still sleeping with it.

She's not.

She ducks inside before she can really think too much about it, and even though she's technically not legal enough to drink, she hangs out by the fringes of the bar until she spots a familiar face, a slump of shoulders. She quietly pulls up a seat next to him, nudges his arm with hers.

"Hi."

[outofthefreezer]

It may be creepy but he knew the moment she'd walked into the bar, he just didn't want to wave her over instantly, didn't want to instantly burden her with his presence. But when she came over he was glad. Turns out he'd been excited for when they eventually saw each other in the flesh. He nudges her back, a smile instantly forming on his lips.

"Hey."

[daggers]

She forgets, sometimes, that she's easy to sense - at least when it comes to a werewolf's nose. It had made her self-conscious about her own scent when she'd been dating Scott, and only after he'd told her she had nothing to worry about had she finally been able to push the thought aside. There's a small flutter of excitement in the pit of her stomach when she sees him, and she nods to the drink in front of him.

"I didn't peg you as someone who drowned their sorrows."

[outofthefreezer]

He just laughs. "It doesn't really do anything for me, it was something to do I guess? The coffee shop was too busy. Who says I have sorrows anyway..." Wow that was a lot of words, he ducks his head slightly to play with the glass.

[daggers]

"That's right. I forgot this doesn't really do what it's supposed to for you guys," Allison adds, tapping a finger against the drink in his hand. Still, it doesn't mean she can't order her own.

"You're alone, in a bar, drinking. I'd say that means you've got something on your mind." She glances down her shoulder at him, frowning lightly. "You want to talk about it?"

[outofthefreezer]

One hand reaches up to scratch his had in that all too familiar uncomfortable gesture. He tries to shrug at the same time and it just makes everything worse.

"Uh, not really? I mean... pack stuff. Same old same old." Plus it wasn't the kind of thing he wanted to talk about with Allison around, he liked to keep things light.

[daggers]

It hasn't all been lightness and fun between them, though. He's seen her through some darker times, like that moment in the vault when Jennifer had taken her father. He'd been her anchor, after all that, her tether back to the rest of the world in case something happened. She's not going to forget that so easily.

"Same stuff, different day?" she counters, with a half-smile. When it's her turn to order next she doesn't hesitate before requesting a beer, and when it comes she takes a small sip, sighing softly.

"It's probably a good thing you didn't run into me before now. Last weekend I was unable to say anything without being totally and completely honest. It was - well, it was interesting." Especially since there's one or two things she's been holding back - and for good reason.

[outofthefreezer]

"Something like that." He smiles slightly while toying with his own drink, it didn't taste particularly nice and it burned on the way down but that didn't stop him from drinking it. Maybe he'd suddenly lose his immunity to alcohol and at least then he could be drunk and forget about things.

"Really? You shoulda told me... I'd have come to listen to some truths."

[daggers]

"Oh, no. That wouldn't have been a good idea on so many levels," she murmurs, chuckling softly. For one, if he'd asked her anything at all she would've had to answer honestly, no matter how ridiculous or potentially embarrassing the question was. And maybe she likes preserving a little of that mystery for however long she has it.

It's not like she plans on stabbing him again any time soon, but keeping him on his toes isn't a bad alternative.

[outofthefreezer]

"Didn't you know I'm like the king of bad ideas right now..." Because everything felt like a bad idea and it was like he couldn't open his mouth without pissing someone off. Especially considering that last argument with Scott. He pushes all of these thoughts out of his head though and just focuses on her for a moment.

"So how's things?"

[studmuffin]

There's one bartender that usually looks the other way around Stiles. He likes to think it's because of his charming personality. Probably it's just to get rid of him. So he saunters in and he makes a show of being friendly before spinning around to lean against the bartop.

That's when he noticed old yeller. That familiar old sorrowful curly-top. Stiles takes his drink and pays and heads over.

"Drinking alone is very sad, Isaac."

[outofthefreezer]

"Drinking in your case is just really illegal." He grins because Stiles had developed a very strange habit of finding him just about anywhere. It was like he had some kind of crazy ADD Radar for lonesome werewolves.

"At least it doesn't affect me."

[studmuffin]

"You can carry me home then."

He grins as he plops himself down in the seat across from Isaac, his humour written right across his face. "Besides, I'm playing treat him mean with the bartender. He can't think he's my only friend."

[outofthefreezer]

"Not to sound like I'm trying to hit on you... but do you come here often?" Because he never figured Stiles for a swing bar kind of man. He makes no comment on the carrying Stiles home because no, he'd drop him in the street and call Derek instead. Papa wolf can take care of it.

[studmuffin]

Papa wolf will totally take care of it. Wink wink, nudge nudge.

"Sometimes. That guy isn't really big on telling me the flaws of my ID. Besides, I got kicked out of the last place after Captain America started cracking down. It's a science, I stay one step ahead of the game."

[outofthefreezer]

Isaac will be slowly onto your shit Stiles, just saying.

"Great, good to know you became an alcoholic in the last year here." Because hah, if only Isaac could get drunk he might solve all of his problems.

[studmuffin]

"Well, if somebody's got to do it."

He toasts Isaac with his glass and glances at him over the rim, suddenly serious, "So why are you out here?"

[outofthefreezer]

Isaac shrugs, toying with his own glass even though whatever this was didn't taste particularly good. "Just chilling..."

[studmuffin]

"Uh huh. Why just chilling in a bar where nobody can find you?"

Noticing the look on his face, "Try the umbrella drinks. Lydia recommended them."

[outofthefreezer]

"Do they uh, taste better than motor oil?" Because that is totally what this tasted like. "Maybe I like the music?"

[bettercallit]

Clint spends a good few nights a week at The Blue Light, especially now he's got an empty apartment and too much room to rattle around in going stir-crazy. But he recognises Isaac from when he first came, one of the Beacon Hills kids, and isn't that a town he's definitely going to be looking into the second he gets out of this place.

"Bit young to be drinking, aren't you?"

[outofthefreezer]

Isaac just lifts his head, smiling slightly because it seemed entertaining to him. "Bartender didn't think that..."

[bettercallit]

"Most of 'em don't." He nods to the bartender to get his attention, ordering a beer to start him off with and another of what Issac's having.

"You settled in okay?"

[outofthefreezer]

He takes the offered drink even though he doesn't know why he'd chosen to drink to begin with. "Thanks and yeah pretty much. Finally got back to grips with my friends."

[bettercallit]

From personal experience, Clint often finds a mix of boredom and the way buttons are pressed usually lead to alcohol around here.

"Should I look out for more of you or are you all here?" It's light, playful, because every other week another seems to show up, not that he's complaining. "It helps when you've got people. Unless you know people like Stark and then it's debatable."