→ 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

[mumbled_truth]

Hi.

[ The note of uncertainty in that sole syllable is entirely a product of how he deals with large social situations full of mostly strangers, rather than the candy. Todd knows what those are - always leave it to the kid from the '50s to recognize bizarre old timey candy. Returning the smile, though his is certainly more subdued, he's happy to accept a few. ]

Thanks.

[studmuffin]

[ A grin. ] No problem.

I've never seen you before. I'm Stiles, purveyor of movie night.

[mumbled_truth]

I'm Todd. I, uh... I sort of got dragged along.

[ He's quick to add, with a sheepish smirk - ]

I mean, not too unwillingly.

[studmuffin]

Hey no, it's cool. I'm constantly harassed into places by my friends. It's part of the bro-code.

[mumbled_truth]

"Bro-code?"

[ As confused as he obviously is, the small smile indicates he's amused by the title anyway. ]

[studmuffin]

Yeah, you know, the friendship code. The set of rules which clearly outline how you have to be the totally best buddy you can be or get hung, drawn, and quartered.

... Not really.

[mumbled_truth]

[ A solid nod, that rolls into a shrug. ]

Yeah, that seems like it might be a little harsh.

I didn't realize there was an official code now.

[studmuffin]

There's not. It gets passed down through the ages. With campfires and fistfights and crap.

[ What even are the words that come out of his mouth though? ]

[mumbled_truth]

[ Well, they're amusing enough for Todd to crack a small grin, and give a little rolling nod. ]

As with all the most sacred of traditions, of course.

[studmuffin]

Not that anyone should get in a fist fight with me. I bruise easily.

[ He's joking, mostly. ]

[mumbled_truth]

Maybe you could have a thumb war instead.

[studmuffin]

Oh hey, nobody ever understands the beauty of a good thumb war.