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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.

Comments

[affectioning]

An arm around Isaac now, Scott finds himself rubbing his shoulder, lightly, just back and forth. Things are innocent. Erections happy. No big deals here. He smiles down at Allison before looking back up. It also doesn't help that they have full two more coming up next.

Scott's other hand rubs Allison's back, tracing circles along it. He looks to Isaac, smiling back. Nothing's wrong! Or, sexy.

[outofthefreezer]

Okay so he's holding Allison's hand and Scott's arm was doing some weird half massage on his shoulder. It would be impossibly not to feel perfectly content and happy for once, surrounded by people that by now he was sure he liked. He sighs happily, getting back to paying attention to the movie and no attention to his or Scott's erection.

[daggers]

She's half-dozing, but not completely asleep, though it's hard not to be soothed when Scott's hand is skimming over her back, drawing invisible patterns and shapes through her shirt. She makes another soft sound that manages to slip out via an exhaled breath and keeps her hand linked with Isaac's, her arm thrown across Scott's middle.

Having a hold on both of them, it's nice.