→ 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.

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[hexuality]

[She won't let herself fall, especially not where someone could see. She taps gently on her broom handle and it sinks down a few inches so she's properly eye level with Clint, smiling.]

Good thing you didn't have a say, then. The poor doctors in this place, they've got to put up with stubborn people like us. Chase put stitches in me, once, and... [A shudder.] Eurgh.

[bettercallit]

[ Oh, now, she's just showing off, and he's got an amused expression that's half mock judging, but it easily slips into a smile. ]

Yeah, no one wants stitches, but if they leave a cool scare, at least you've got something to show for it.

[hexuality]

[She raises an eyebrow and slips off the broom, landing lightly on the grass and turning, reaching around with her right hand to push down the neck of her shirt at her back, showing the neatly healed stab wound on her left shoulder.

She glances over it, grinning.]

Ta-da.

[bettercallit]

[ He takes a look, a gentle finger tracing over it, and nods with approval; it's ridiculous, really, how he seems to light up at swapping war wounds. ]

Something got you good, huh? Adds to your character. If I had any intention before, I definitely wouldn't plan on messing with you now.

[ He lifts the side of his shirt up to show off his most prominent of scars, a deep gash in his side that's not quite as smooth as hers, and there are others scattered around, smaller, lighter, but visible. ]

[hexuality]

[Someone tried to murder her in the City, Clint. Yeah, they got her good. There are other scars along her back, mapped out in claw marks and faded now. The City's left her with more than her own war, at least visibly, but that isn't for now. She spins round to look at him, arms crossed, impressed.]

You're one to talk. If I knew you liked showing off so much, I would've asked sooner.

[bettercallit]

Like what you see?

[ He's giving her a playful look, lifting his shirt at the other side to show a gunshot wound; there's several more, but removing his trousers in public probably isn't a good idea.

He doesn't show off about much, though, but things that are close to him, scars that prove to him he's still alive and kicking, things he made it out of because he's good at what he does - those he takes pride in in a way he doesn't about anything else about himself or in his life. Well, sometimes he goes too far with the bows. ]

A little healthy competition never hurt.

[hexuality]

[As if she doesn't go too far with her wand or broom.]

I'm a Gryffindor. [She shrugs, uncurling one arm to prod at one scar.] I like competition. And you, well, you've gone through loads, apparently.

[They all have, that's what makes them so interesting, maybe why they're all here. Ginny always has her theories but she doesn't know for certain. But she looks at the movies they've been watching and thinks that maybe it isn't all too far off.]

The City's just shown me its warmest welcome, I think.

[bettercallit]

[ Never. ]

Where dwell the brave at heart. [ He seems to find it amusing as she pokes. ] That's one way of putting it. And, hey, I'm still alive and kicking.

[ Taking a glance around them, Clint shrugs, because it seems to like the warm welcomes from time to time, to remind them where it is that they are. ]

Yeah, and something to remember it by when you leave. Can't say it doesn't have its charming ways.

[hexuality]

You've been paying attention. I'm flattered.

[Where dwell the brave at heart, indeed.]

Yeah, well, nice of it to make sure we don't remember a damn thing, then.

[bettercallit]

My plan's working.

[ There is no actual plan, he's just ridiculous. ]

Still not sure whether or not that's for the best. [ After Loki, and even before, he's not a huge fan of people messing in his noggin. ] Some people remember when they return, so the memories can't be completely erased.

[hexuality]

It took me a few days, but I remembered.

[And shooting him a Look because she remembers the t-shirt curse, she knows he gets it.]

Doesn't mean I fancy having some place play in my head.

[bettercallit]

[ It's hard to avoid that look, but even he can't forget that curse, no matter how much he's been trying. ]

Yeah, no, I think we could both do with less of that. And there's definitely a few memories I'd like to keep hold of from here if I ever get out given the choice.

[hexuality]

I don't want to forget any of you.

[She exhales, arms crossing.]

But it happens. I've gotten too attached, maybe.

[bettercallit]

Struggling with the idea of being able to forget some of the people here.

[ But he doesn't want to, either, joking aside. ]

You've been here longer than me, but you'd still give anything to get back home. Right?

[hexuality]

[Would she?]

Yeah, of course. Wouldn't anyone?

[bettercallit]

Yeah, sure.

[ He shrugs, but it's not as casual as usual; he doesn't have much of a home to go back to, no one waiting, but there are people and a job he's good at there. ]

Doesn't mean I'm ready to go yet, thinking about sticking around a little longer, y'know?

[hexuality]

I didn't mean to stick around longer. I just did.

[bettercallit]

Hey, c'mon, I'm trying to convince myself we've got a choice in this here.

[hexuality]

[She grins a bit, shrugging.]

I'm just being maudlin, then.

[bettercallit]

It happens to the best of us. [ He's not even sure how their conversation took such a serious turn, but in a weird way it's oddly nice. ] But it's not all bad here, it's got its moments. And like you said, the people are okay. Just think, you wouldn't've met me without it.

[hexuality]

[Because Ginny is being serious for the first time in a long while.]

And what sad life would I have led without you in it?

[bettercallit]

One not worth contemplating on a pleasant evening like this. And, besides, you're not that unfortunate.

[ With a smirk, he lifts his bottle to clink gently to hers before taking a swallow. ]

[hexuality]

[She takes a drink as well, rolling the mouth of her bottle over her bottom lip as she contemplates the movie-goers, the evening as a whole.]

Well, it'll sound selfish, but I'm glad you're here.

[bettercallit]

It's a pleasure to be of service, ma'am.

[ There's something a little cheeky in his expression, and if his eyes linger on there the bottle is placed for a moment longer than is appropriate, can anyone really blame him. ]

[hexuality]

[No, but she doesn't catch it, either. She's busy squinting at the movie and trying to catch up to what she's missed.]

You've distracted me from my distraction is what you've done.