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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

[outofthefreezer]

Isaac let's himself relax, feeling guilty and annoyed that he jumped to anger so quickly. He was meant to be doing better with the whole self control side of things.

"I'm-" The word cuts off. "I'm sorry..."

[velveteenwolf]

Peter straightens, a shrug of his shoulders as he looks up at the taller teen, trying to play it cool, more or less. Someone else might feel ashamed or embarrassed at the fact that even if briefly, Isaac pushed and Peter backed down, but truthfully Peter rarely worried about things like that.

"It's fine. You, uh, okay?" He almost wants to ask. Ask about his eyes, about how he does that, but the part that's trying to not be a showoff, not get himself up to his ears in screwed up shit that makes him scared of those curses, doesn't want to acknowledge that anything's going on over here. But there's a feral gleam in his blue eyes.

[outofthefreezer]

"Yeah I'm fine... I just should never have reacted, uh, like that?" He genuinely felt bad, which just showed how far he'd come from the angry teen he was a year ago.

[velveteenwolf]

"Yeah, no worries." No actual damage done, he was much more okay with raised hackles than he was with actual violence being enacted. Especially if it was directed at him. He swallows, shrugs his shoulders, arms crossed over his chest.

"Your eyes went gold." It's a hushed whisper, too quiet for human hearing, and he knows he doesn't want to know, doesn't want to have this conversation. But fuck, he's never seen that before, and he can't entirely resist a puzzle.

[outofthefreezer]

Isaac just nods slowly. "Yeah, they uh, they do that when I lose control. Yours don't?" Because that was incredibly confusing.

[velveteenwolf]

"No, uh. Not outside of the full moon."

Yeah, this is totally confusing. And he's trying to tell himself it's not a mystery he needs to talk about or understand, but he's still here, and they're still looking at each other, blue eyes to blue eyes. He's never met other werewolves before, none except for Nicolae, who died when he was fourteen. Maybe his curiosity is only natural.

[outofthefreezer]

"Really? You must have pretty strong control... I wolf out every time someone touches a nerve." He's almost impressed, even if he hasn't gathered that this guy isn't normal by Isaac's werewolf standards.