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[studmuffin]

When: August 14th.
Rating: R.
Characters: Everyone! Tell your friends!
Summary: There are no Star Wars people in the City so let's have ourselves a bit of education.

What started off as a brosession quickly turned into a free for all movie night. Not that Stiles minds considering, but it means he has to plan and execute everything a lot more smoothly. So when Saya offers up the equipment they need he jumps at the chance.

Isaac helps cart everything about - werewolf strength, Stiles is envious -, and together they track down a space in Xanadu and fill it. It's not a hot night but it's warm and balmy and nobody's going to end up with pneumonia. Squashy beanbags get borrowed off a particularly hipster coffee shop and placed liberally about the place. They take what they can, couches that fit out of doors and large obnoxious cushions so everyone has a place to settle. There's a fuckton of candy too. Stiles pretty much wipes out a weeks allowance alone getting it and the soda. But if he's doing something he's doing it properly and he texts everyone the time and the place and all but collapses into a beanbag.

When people arrive he'll move. Honest.

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[affectioning]

He nods, remembering everyone and their mother basically saying that and mostly everyone shocked he hadn't seen them. Finally, he'll get some street cred. Also, in what world does Stiles have more street cred than him? In Bizarro World!

He looks front again, catching up. He catches words. Empire. Darkness. War. He wonders how important these first lines are to the entire story. He shifts, dropping a leg down before grabbing popcorn from the arm of the couch nearby him. He holds it out to Allison, offering.

Can you deny these eyes?

But, he looks front again.

[daggers]

Come on, Scott. Get with the program. Even Lydia has seen most of these movies, if not all of them. She glances down when she sees his arm shift into her periphery, finding the popcorn under her nose. With a slow smile, she sticks a hand into the bag and pulls some out for herself, cupping it in her palm as she picks up a few kernels with her fingertips and eats quietly.

Scott, you always think of everything.

[affectioning]

Scott does, sometimes, think of everything. Most of the time he doesn't. He's getting used to actually knowing what he's talking about. Considering he never used to know what he was doing at any given time. With Isaac and Allison, it's like that. It's like, he's feeling through what he thinks he wants and seeing what the outcome will be. But, he also knows they mean something to each other. That throws him off a bit. But, if he needs to step aside, he will. He wants his friends to be happy. He wants the people he loves to be happy. That's just who he is. He holds the popcorn in his lap and takes out a handful, shoving it in his mouth.

[outofthefreezer]

Isaac picks the perfect moment to arrive, bouncing over to the two of them with another bottle of mountain dew because who knows when he drank the first one. He'd been chatting to Stiles but spotted his two favourite people across the field of seating arrangements.

"Hey guys!"

[daggers]

Maybe if Scott doesn't often think of everything, then Allison thinks too much. Like right now, for example, when she's so lost in her own thoughts that she doesn't quite realize Isaac is there until he's standing over them, and then she brightens, glancing over to make sure there's enough room for him to join them.

"You wanna sit?"

[affectioning]

"Yeah, there's room," he says, wondering if he should move over or give him a place to his left. There's clearly room but he doesn't want to actively block anything off. It's hard enough to ask who he wants to sit next to, so he words it a different way. "Want the end of the couch or the middle?"

Nailed it.

[outofthefreezer]

Wow since when was picking seats so problematic. He looks to both Scott and Allison while thinking deeply because he really shouldn't want to sit in the middle. Instead he just takes the already free area beside Scott. "Here's good." He smiles at both of them, making sure to watch Allison and see if she seemed offended.

[daggers]

Allison couldn't be further from offended; it's not like they'd agreed to come together or even to sit together, and she doesn't have any claims on where he parks himself. She plucks the popcorn out of Scott's lap and passes it over to Isaac with a small smile.

"You haven't missed much, the movie's just started," she whispers, trying not to speak too loudly.

[affectioning]

"Yeah, words. You've missed a lot of words," he says, stretching his legs out, in front of him before settling back. He gives Allison a smile. And then he gives Isaac a smile. Now, he's just going to look front. It's safest.

[outofthefreezer]

Isaac leans behind Scott to whisper to Allison. "Yeah, I'm part of the reason this is happening. Stiles didn't get it when I called him Yoda." Then he speaks slightly louder so Scott can hear him. "He should treat this like homework."

[daggers]

Allison nods firmly before gently jostling Scott's shoulder with her own.

"Hear that? There's going to be a quiz later."

[affectioning]

Ignoring both of you, horrible people. Instead, Scott reaches into the back of popcorn. Using one hand to hold it, he picks up kernels with his other, watching the movie and not the ribbing he's getting from friends.

[outofthefreezer]

Isaac just grins and settles back comfortably, thankfully not watching the two of them for a moment. But then he steals some of Scott's popcorn because clearly his friend would like to share. He probably shouldn't have had so much caffeine and sugar to come for a movie night, he's casually bouncing his leg up and down.

[daggers]

Allison, on the other hand, is calm and relaxed, occasionally pushing her hand into the popcorn for some more every now and then. If her fingers accidentally brush against someone else's, she doesn't look to see who they belong to.

C-3PO and R2-D2 have crash-landed on Tatooine and are now bickering and bleeping at each other when she shifts her position, her shoulder nudging against Scott's as she sits back.

[affectioning]

He gives her a quick glance to make sure she's comfortable before his left knee slides into Isaac's bouncing one and he moves it back to not bother him. Looking front, he watches C-3PO speak to R2.

They're robots. Good to know.

[outofthefreezer]

Isaac glances down the moment their knee touches, laughing slightly under his breath because it reminds him of the knee scenario with Allison a few days before. He remains relaxed while watching the movie, stealing glances at Scott's face just to make sure he was paying attention.

[daggers]

She glances over at one point as she's reaching for the popcorn, and her gaze slides to Isaac's face, noticing that his eyes are on Scott.

Things seem good between them. Relaxed. She smiles at the sight and glances past Scott's profile until she can smile at Isaac too.

[affectioning]

Scott smiles, enjoying himself. He finds he does need to pay attention to the story, though. And what they're saying. It's not that easy to follow since everything is being set up.

The second time his knee comes into contact with Isaac's, he leaves it there. Maybe it will stop the pulsing. He looks down at the popcorn bag in his hand. How'd it get in his lap? He offers it to Isaac, then Allison before setting it down. If anyone wants any, they can grab it at the foot of the sofa.

His hand comes to his left knee.

[outofthefreezer]

When Allison's eye catches his he smiles but can't help but feel like he was caught watching Scott. Isaac's leg comes to a slowing halt, changing to just rest against Scott's. He doesn't try to pull away because that was weird plus it was nice. He soon finds himself paying more attention to the movie than the two of them, calming down.

[daggers]

The movie is good. She's forgotten a lot of parts, but she quickly finds herself caught up in it without any trouble at all, and slowly, her head begins to tilt sideways, toward the couch cushion.

It's fine. They're still friends, after all, and they've agreed to stay friends. Sometimes friends use each other's shoulders as a pillow, don't they?

[affectioning]

Naturally, Scott's head rests against Allison's. He scratches his knee, fingers brushing Isaac's knee in the process, before he settles, hand on half of his knee, half of Isaac's. The movie's getting more interesting, but no more easy to understand. He looks down at Allison then back to Isaac. He gives him a reassuring smile. He really, really likes this.

[outofthefreezer]

He definitely doesn't momentarily stop breathing when Scott's hand settles on his knee, mostly because he'd been paying a lot of attention to the movie and it was surprising. He watches the other boy and Allison for a minute out of the corner of his eye before focusing entirely on the movie. For all his bitching at Scott he'd forgotten a surprising amount.

[daggers]

If there's a beat where her eyes momentarily shift down to spot Scott's hand half-resting on Isaac's knee, she's not going to comment on it out loud. Between the firmness of Scott's shoulder under her cheek and his own head nestling against hers, she's fairly comfortable. She draws the blanket up over her lap, leaving a little extra to share. The movie's picking up now, with the group getting tugged in by the Death Star.

[affectioning]

Scott's glued. His eyes are fixed. He doesn't hate it. (He actually really, really like it.) Without looking down, with his right hand he pulls the blanket across he and Isaac. Not that they get cold, but it's nice, sitting and watching a movie under a blanket.

[outofthefreezer]

Hey blankets were nice and snug regardless of how hot or cold it is outside. He sinks down lower in his chair, propping his head up with his hand, elbow on the sofa. He smiles over at the two of them and leans into Scott. "Its great, right?"