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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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For his part, Scott has brought several bowls of popcorn. Movie night isn't movie night without popcorn. He's only here because Stiles would disown him if he didn't come and both Allison and Isaac said they'd be there. It doesn't help that he's had a pretty confusing week with the both of them. It's as if he's seeing Isaac anew. Their friendship is rekindled but he realized it runs deeper than he'd ever thought about. And he and Allison had always had their connection, had connected but had decided to remain friends.

What everyone needs is clearly a movie night.

Scott's mom gave him the idea of taking one of the clean comforters so several people can fit as well as a few pillows. He arrives on the earlier side to help set up because he's a bro like that.

He's really freaking hoping they're just watching three of these and not six including the three bad ones. And not the Christmas special because that's something Stiles would totally do to spite him. Setting out the blanket and setting down several bowls of popcorn, Scott plops down on his blanket. He will take applications to share but Allison and Isaac get first dibs. He hasn't said any of this. Maybe he's hoping.

He's really confused right now, can't you tell?

For now, he watches Stiles move about.

During the movie, he will totally cuddle or what have you and make colorful commentary/ask questions.

She can't remember who mentioned the movie night to her, Scott or Stiles. Either way, she's not going to miss this for the world. She's seen the original trilogy before and is secretly hoping to get to watch those again - and maybe if she winds up a little distracted during the movie itself, that could be okay. Not that she's actively considering behaving inappropriately. None of those thoughts have crossed her mind in any way, shape or form. Nope.

She sets up on one of the couches, curling up against the arm with her legs tucked in, and she's brought a blanket from her room so she can curl up underneath it in case it gets cold once the sun goes down. There will be absolutely no cuddling going on. Maybe.

She finds Scott's gaze at one point when the opening credits start, grinning slowly.

"You excited?" she whispers.

Scott's given up a blanket he's brought to whoever's wanted it, somehow ending up on a couch with Allison with a free space next to him. He's actively not looking for where Isaac ended up but weirdly wondering about it. He knows Isaac is fine and that he can take care of himself. He's plenty capable. But, he'd like if he knew where he was indefinitely.

As the credits start, he tries to pay attention because he has to read them? But then Allison's asking a question and he looks in her direction.

"I think. I heard a lot of mixed things," he admits. "I might just love them for Stiles' sake," he adds, smiling.

Don't worry, Scott, there isn't that much to read, and after this it's all moving pictures. Allison tugs the blanket a little more around herself and nods once, smiling. He's not the only one who's idly wondering where Isaac is, but she's not going to let it distract her from enjoying the movie with her friends. She is hoping he'll show up eventually, though.

"Don't let anyone tell you otherwise," she replies. "Original trilogy is a classic." And maybe she has the tiniest crush on a young Harrison Ford.

Isaac is walking around with a perpetual grin on his face because A)they were making Scott watch Star Wars and B) all of his friends were together. He was carrying about a bottle of mt. dew because he'd need the energy.

Then again he was particularly chipper because he'd been having a nice week and a lot of caffeine today so he's just moving from place to place waiting to chill out.

He nods, remembering everyone and their mother basically saying that and mostly everyone shocked he hadn't seen them. Finally, he'll get some street cred. Also, in what world does Stiles have more street cred than him? In Bizarro World!

He looks front again, catching up. He catches words. Empire. Darkness. War. He wonders how important these first lines are to the entire story. He shifts, dropping a leg down before grabbing popcorn from the arm of the couch nearby him. He holds it out to Allison, offering.

Can you deny these eyes?

But, he looks front again.

Come on, Scott. Get with the program. Even Lydia has seen most of these movies, if not all of them. She glances down when she sees his arm shift into her periphery, finding the popcorn under her nose. With a slow smile, she sticks a hand into the bag and pulls some out for herself, cupping it in her palm as she picks up a few kernels with her fingertips and eats quietly.

Scott, you always think of everything.

Scott does, sometimes, think of everything. Most of the time he doesn't. He's getting used to actually knowing what he's talking about. Considering he never used to know what he was doing at any given time. With Isaac and Allison, it's like that. It's like, he's feeling through what he thinks he wants and seeing what the outcome will be. But, he also knows they mean something to each other. That throws him off a bit. But, if he needs to step aside, he will. He wants his friends to be happy. He wants the people he loves to be happy. That's just who he is. He holds the popcorn in his lap and takes out a handful, shoving it in his mouth.

Isaac picks the perfect moment to arrive, bouncing over to the two of them with another bottle of mountain dew because who knows when he drank the first one. He'd been chatting to Stiles but spotted his two favourite people across the field of seating arrangements.

"Hey guys!"

Maybe if Scott doesn't often think of everything, then Allison thinks too much. Like right now, for example, when she's so lost in her own thoughts that she doesn't quite realize Isaac is there until he's standing over them, and then she brightens, glancing over to make sure there's enough room for him to join them.

"You wanna sit?"

"Yeah, there's room," he says, wondering if he should move over or give him a place to his left. There's clearly room but he doesn't want to actively block anything off. It's hard enough to ask who he wants to sit next to, so he words it a different way. "Want the end of the couch or the middle?"

Nailed it.

Wow since when was picking seats so problematic. He looks to both Scott and Allison while thinking deeply because he really shouldn't want to sit in the middle. Instead he just takes the already free area beside Scott. "Here's good." He smiles at both of them, making sure to watch Allison and see if she seemed offended.

Allison couldn't be further from offended; it's not like they'd agreed to come together or even to sit together, and she doesn't have any claims on where he parks himself. She plucks the popcorn out of Scott's lap and passes it over to Isaac with a small smile.

"You haven't missed much, the movie's just started," she whispers, trying not to speak too loudly.

"Yeah, words. You've missed a lot of words," he says, stretching his legs out, in front of him before settling back. He gives Allison a smile. And then he gives Isaac a smile. Now, he's just going to look front. It's safest.

Isaac leans behind Scott to whisper to Allison. "Yeah, I'm part of the reason this is happening. Stiles didn't get it when I called him Yoda." Then he speaks slightly louder so Scott can hear him. "He should treat this like homework."

Allison nods firmly before gently jostling Scott's shoulder with her own.

"Hear that? There's going to be a quiz later."

Ignoring both of you, horrible people. Instead, Scott reaches into the back of popcorn. Using one hand to hold it, he picks up kernels with his other, watching the movie and not the ribbing he's getting from friends.

Isaac just grins and settles back comfortably, thankfully not watching the two of them for a moment. But then he steals some of Scott's popcorn because clearly his friend would like to share. He probably shouldn't have had so much caffeine and sugar to come for a movie night, he's casually bouncing his leg up and down.

"What?"

Scott watching him move about isn't new. Scott's always watching him. Because Stile is a boy who can't stop. But maybe with everything he's reading in to that look more than he should. Maybe not. He doesn't know. So he pauses with his hand curled around a pack of Reece's and then he tosses it Scott's way.

"On a scale of one to ten, how terrified are you?"

Allison, on the other hand, is calm and relaxed, occasionally pushing her hand into the popcorn for some more every now and then. If her fingers accidentally brush against someone else's, she doesn't look to see who they belong to.

C-3PO and R2-D2 have crash-landed on Tatooine and are now bickering and bleeping at each other when she shifts her position, her shoulder nudging against Scott's as she sits back.

"You're too happy."

Stiles bumps Isaac's shoulder with his own as he goes past, rolling his eyes at Isaac's dumb grin. "Are you mid sugar rush? Should I get the bucket for when you eventually crash?"

He gives her a quick glance to make sure she's comfortable before his left knee slides into Isaac's bouncing one and he moves it back to not bother him. Looking front, he watches C-3PO speak to R2.

They're robots. Good to know.

"Wait, too happy is a thing now. You guys are never satisfied." He smiles at Stiles though because he hadn't seen much of him today and he really really wanted to say something.

Isaac glances down the moment their knee touches, laughing slightly under his breath because it reminds him of the knee scenario with Allison a few days before. He remains relaxed while watching the movie, stealing glances at Scott's face just to make sure he was paying attention.

"See, if I'm not the only one complaining about your perkiness then there's definitely a problem. Go back to moping man, you're throwing me off."

Unaware of any of this strange desire, thank you very much Isaac.

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