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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]

"Yeah. He wanted to hear about it, probably because of the title. But, I hadn't seen anything so I couldn't tell him." He shrugs. "Yeah. You and my mom both." And okay, Chase, and everyone else. "The clinic's coming along. It slowed down because Wally -- he took a break," he says, not knowing if his house arrest is public information. "But, we're on our way."

[medicos]

"You haven't? But you've heard about it?"

At least you have, Scott.

"That's good, I'll stop by some time soon to see how it's going," he says. "I wanted to see the animals you've got, anyway."

[affectioning]

"I heard about it all my life. Stiles has been trying to get me to see them for years."

It's true.

"Any time, just let me know." He smiles. "Are you hungry?"

[medicos]

Not really, but - "I'll be disappointed if you don't have popcorn for a movie night, Scott."

[affectioning]

A grin as he bends down to pick up his bag of popcorn.

"A few bags." And if there's a break, a few more will be made. "Come on." Don't underestimate him, McCoy. That would make him sad. He offers him some of the bag. "Have you seen many films?"

[medicos]

Yes, good, popcorn. Day is made, basically.

"From the twenty-first century? Not that much. Seen some of the older classics, and they still play It's an Wonderful Life on the screen during Christmas."

[affectioning]

It should be. Scott's is between cuddling and the Trek crew arriving.

"They do?" His eyes go wide. "Wow. That's... so many years later, right?" A beat. "Do you like It's A Wonderful Life?"

[medicos]

"Couple hundred or so." He likes the Breakfast Club. "I like it just fine. It's nice to watch when you're around family."

What a morbid topic for Bones, though.

"So how many movies are were gonna watch tonight? Jim said there's more than one."

[affectioning]

Scott loves The Breakfast Club, okay?

"Six," he says, simply, like it's just no big deal. Like, they wouldn't be there for an insane amount of hours into the early morning.