→ you know I'd rather work alone than play a supporting role

[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

Lydia Martin

[lefthandedgenius]

So it might be slightly shocking that Lydia's here (but then again maybe not?). It's the first time she's kind of getting together with the group since coming out of the banshee closet and she's not entirely sure if she should give people some space. All the same, she takes over one of the couches, stretching out her legs on it until such time as someone she deigns worthy of sitting arrives.

As to the important question of Luke Skywalker or Han Solo? Han Solo. Every time.

[daggers]

Always Han Solo. Always.

Allison might be worried about her best friend, but she's not going to avoid her by any means, especially when she sees her at the movie night. She slips off the couch she's been sitting on and makes her way over to where Lydia's sitting. She's long overdue for some girl time.

"Is this seat taken?"

[lefthandedgenius]

"It is now." Lydia pats the seat next to her for her bestie, noting with a wicked grin, "But I might have a few, ahem gentlemen callers who make their way over to say hello. We can bask in their collective adorableness together." Allison's love life tends to be complicated, but that doesn't mean she can't window shop, right?

"So. How are you coping?" Lydia's been worried about Allison too. She had admitted it was taking time for her to adjust.

[daggers]

Allison sits down with a grin, tucking her knees underneath herself and swiveling so that she's sitting closer to Lydia instead of further away. She unearths a bag of Twizzlers from somewhere and pulls one out to start munching - because, clearly, the solution to all of her problems lately is girl talk and junk food.

"God. I don't know. I keep feeling like I need to get up and do something about being here, and mostly I feel like I'm just - waiting around for something to happen instead."

[lefthandedgenius]

Lydia liberates a Twizzler, and situates herself so she's kind of half-leaning against Allison. "Trust me, stuff will happen here." There's a faint roll of Lydia's eyes. "But I get what you mean about feeling purposeful. You know me, the idea of like...working in a shop or something is just weird. I need to like, join a think tank or something. We should figure out something for you, too." She bites down on her Twizzler and eyes the screen. "God. Someone should take George Lucas' license to write dialogue away from him and smack him in the face with it. Just, like, no."

[daggers]

"I don't know what happened. Did he forget how to write romance between the original trilogy and these?" Allison frowns visibly before taking another decisive bite of her Twizzler.

"Anyway, I don't even know what I could do for work. Maybe wait tables or something. My resume is pretty small."

[studmuffin]

Would anyone ever really choose Luke Skywalker?

"Hey Lydia!" He jogs over, offers her a grin. "You made it."

[lefthandedgenius]

Seriously. He's so whiny.

"Well, it's not The Notebook, but it'll do." Yes, Lydia's teasing. "You did a good job of putting this together. Make sure you get a chance to relax yourself, okay?"

[studmuffin]

"You're my favourite but no, we're never doing the Notebook."

He's not really a fan of the sad romantic movies. His mom would have been though. "I will do that. Once everyone has eaten amazing candy. You want me to get you anything?"

[lefthandedgenius]

She considers him a moment and then suddenly breaks out into a smile.

"Reece's peanutbutter cups? Or as near as they have here."

[studmuffin]

"Lydia, do you think I'd live in a city without?"

He grins and then disappears through the crowd with a flourish, returning with several packets of the very same candy he offered her ages ago. "Ta-da!"

[affectioning]

"Lydia, hey," he says, spotting her arrive. He has no hard feelings considering her reveal. He's had time to mellow out and Allison gave him some great advice. He's all smiles. "We're watching them all." Even the bad ones, it sounds like.

[lefthandedgenius]

"I know! Leave it to Stiles to make sure your pop culture education is thorough." says Lydia amicably. She is being a bit careful as she studies him, looking for any indication of his previous displeasure and for the moment, finding none. "So I hope you find it informative. Just remember a parsec is a unit of distance measurement and not time." Because math is important, boys and girls.

[affectioning]

"A parsec, right." He'll file that away. "I'm really glad you could come," he says with a smile. His eyes turn apologetic. "I'm sorry for reprimanding you. It wasn't my place and you're right, I'm not... I shouldn't be the 'alpha' first whatever that means. I acted that way because I worry about you."

[lefthandedgenius]

She studies him sidelong. "It's part of your nature now." she says. "I'm not saying I'm keen on this whole assumption that suddenly I have to do what you tell me to do just because I've agreed that you're the leader in our little gang, but I have agreed to that much. So we'll figure it out as we go. You bother because you care. I get it."

[affectioning]

"It's not," he tries to explain. "And if it is, you're still my friend - I went too far and I know that." Thanks to Allison. "There's no assumption being made, don't worry."

[saturniapavonia]

Walking around at night with not much else to do. Looks like there are enough people around. So this could be fun. Besides, sounds like something distracting. That's important to Roman. Oh ho. But there's someone familiar.

She did say she was interested in going.

Don't look now, Lydia but someone's doing some Darth Vader breathing behind cupped hands, just behind her.

I'm just gonna move this here

[velveteenwolf]

The thing about being a gypsy, is that you can more or less get away with doing things that are rather out of line. Like, lounging on the sofa next to the pretty redhead you know you have no chance with. But, it's okay, because Peter isn't even interested in chances. So, he grins at Lydia. He's unfortunately fully dressed now, but, he does have a rather stylish leather jacket that he most definitely didn't pay for. It's not as nice as the one he had in Hemlock, but it's still pretty metal.

He's still not sure that coming out of the Banshee closet was exactly the brightest idea, but maybe she's right. One never knows. But hearing about the curses? Yeah, he's somehow more concerned. There are about a million and fucking one things that no one here needs to know about him, thanks. But, Lydia seemed interesting. And so she has a gypsy boy with a faded smile just settling next to her, when there comes that raspy Vader breathing.

[saturniapavonia]

Even in the dark of evening there's something about the muss of hair on top of Peter Rumancek's head distinct. Not what he was expecting seeing Lydia there.

He sure works fast. Pants, smokes, a jacket too... It really doesn't take much. Roman briefly debates ducking out of sight.

"I have you now!" No James Earl Jones but close enough. Enough fucking around. How big is the couch anyway? Can it take three?

A werewolf, a vampire, and a banshee walk into a bar...

[lefthandedgenius]

"Oh hey," Lydia starts to say to Peter with a smile, but then someone is stalker breathing behind her and she turns, quirking her brow in puzzlement. When she sees the source of it, she laughs. "Roman! You're terrible. C'mon, sit down." She pats the seat on the other side of her; plenty of room on the couch.

She's half tempted to use one to lean against and the other as a place to put her feet.

"Roman, Peter, Peter, Roman." she lazily introduces the two guys, not being aware that they're from the same place.

[velveteenwolf]

"You're about a year late on introductions," Peter comments with a quirk of an eyebrow as he looks at Roman. Way too much fucking history for anyone's good, to be entirely honest. But there's a hint of a smile that tugs at the corners of his lips, because creeper Vader breath was hard to resist. Peter had always had a love for cheap tricks and jokes that generally produced eyerolls; hell knew they were damn near his calling sign.

A few favors here and there and a pair of incredibly nimble fingers had him pretty much back to his usual standard of what passed for creature comforts. Gypsy charm, man, it worked except when it didn't. Being the constant bad boy, the outsider, outcast, the kid that never gave a shit. It drew people in, although usually not quite as much as it made them loathe his very existence. It was a trade.

He raises an eyebrow as she invites Roman to sit on the other side of her and there's this feeling. A swinging of scales. He's not sure just how dumbshit this will end up being. Peter and Roman with a girl between them -- it almost makes Peter want to run and dodge any potential implications.

[bettercallit]

Clint's not been in the best place for company all week, drowning in paperwork and moping about things, but he's in a good mood this evening and feels like checking in with people while everyone's gathered together.

He caught up with the network that morning, so he saw her announcing that she's a banshee, but he doesn't bring up the topic; he'll listen, though, if she wants to talk, he's not half bad at that.

Perching himself on the arm of the sofa, Clint offers out a beer, because he couldn't turn up without something to pass around and it's not like he's doing anything else with his money. "Not sitting with your friends?"

[lefthandedgenius]

"I like sitting on my own. It gives people a chance to come visit me." Like a queen, accepting supplicants. Lydia has this social dominance thing down pat. Presumably.

She turns down the beer though, craning her head to look up at him with a smile. "See? One of my friends is sitting with me right now."

[bettercallit]

"That makes me feel better about coming over." He lowers himself from the perch of the armrest and drops onto the empty cushion beside her with relative grace.

He pops the top off the beer and takes a sip himself, and then looks at her, gesturing between the two of them with a finger and a smile, as if asking You and me? teasingly. "Could do with a few more friends."

[lefthandedgenius]

"Do you have trouble making friends?" Lydia asks, and while her curiosity is genuine, there's definitely a flirtatious edge to it. "Because you seem to be doing a pretty good job right now."