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tampered2013-09-14 05:08 pm
studmuffin) wrote in tampered2013-09-14 05:08 pm
→ 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.
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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(In some other part of the universe, Jackson suddenly feels a cold brush of air go down his neck.)
There's a very quick, sidelong glance at Roman, accompanied by the corner of her mouth quirking upward in a flirty grin. But it's also full of I know the game you're playing, sugar. Her gaze then tilts toward Peter, some concern coloring her tone. "You okay?"
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No, he's totally fucked, but that's nothing to worry about. He distinctly has that feeling of being the oddman out, here. It's the inverse of the creepy feeling he got with Letha, who always paid too much attention to him. Instead, he's on the other side watching Roman flirt with Lydia. She's a nice girl, or, Banshee, or whatever. Pretty, too.
He's not jealous, so much as he is overcome with a feeling that he ought sit on his hands for fear of somehow putting them where they don't belong. He knows enough to know that sliding away to give them space is about the worst fucking choice he can make. So, he smiles and tries to make it stick.
(He might be jealous; it's just not something he understands.)
"But he's right. It's how we make a living." There's a joke there, in the twist of his lips he uses to downplay that tension that scrapes at what Peter allows himself to notice.