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

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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"Why not?" Allison agrees, grinning broadly now that the subject's shifted off her.

"Seems like there's a lot of potential around here." She might be occupied with two individuals in particular, but she's noticed a surprising increase of hot guys on the network lately.

"I know, right? There's this one, he's Russian - hottest accent ever, adorable hair, built really well, and actually smart enough to keep up with me. But, girlfriend." There's a flick of Lydia's fingers and a shrug. "C'est la vie."

"Bummer," Allison replies, definitely sympathizing.

"But I'm sure you're not going to be at a lack for options." She lets her own gaze sweep their surroundings, to the other couches - and maybe it lingers for a beat on Scott and Isaac in turn, as she smiles faintly.

"You know," drawls Lydia slyly, watching Allison's lingering glances, "You could possibly go out with them both. I mean, if they're willing. You don't really want to pick right now and neither of them would want you to walk away."

Have your cake and eat it too. That's what Lydia Martin do!

(It rhymes, okay?)

"What?" Her gaze snaps back to Lydia's face, and she gives her something closer to an incredulous look. The idea of - well, of dating both of them hadn't even really entered her mind as a viable option, but when Lydia suggests it she can't help but wonder if it isn't the right thing to do.

"You mean, at the same time?"

"Sure, why not?" says Lydia, smile blazing to life. "I mean, if you tell them both that's what you want to do and you don't lie about it and they both say they're willing, why not? Then you're not sneaking around on either of them and you can sort out your feelings without it necessarily being an either/or situation. I don't know how Isaac would feel, but I'm pretty sure Scott would be willing. You know him, he just wants everyone to be happy."

"All I know is that Isaac said he doesn't want to ruin things. I mean, I know the interest is mutual - he made that pretty clear, but - I think he's worried that if we pursue something, it could blow up in our faces at some point." She knows Scott would gladly step aside if he thought he was in the way of something happening between her and Isaac.

The only thing is, she doesn't want him out of the way because he's not in the way. Not if it means - she could keep them both close.

"Well sure, it may." says Lydia. "And if you walk across the street, you could get run over by a bus. You should ask them if they're okay with you seeing both of them because you're not sure how you feel, and if they say no you really haven't lost anything, you're just back to square one."

"So what you're saying is that I should get both of them in a room, sit them down and tell them I want to date both of them," Allison slowly replies, mulling it over as she speaks.

"And then just - see what they say."

"Why not?" Lydia replies airily. "I mean, it's the truth, you pretty much do."

"I - " Allison starts, but finds the only real response she has is a chuckle.

"I guess I kind of do."

"And if or until you do feel you can make a choice of one or the other, why should you have to?" Lydia's tone is so very reasonable.

Neither of them have told her one way or another that she has to make a choice - then again, she hadn't even been aware that it was a choice she was considering making. Until now.

"I guess I'll talk to them," she decides out loud, reaching for more candy.

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Lydia needs to write an advice column

dear lydia

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