hey old friend, whadaya say old friend

[beanchaointe]

[Stiles has told Lydia several times that she doesn't need to stay in Mystic Falls. She's refusing to listen. Things are starting to get worse here, and whatever impending storm is coming is going to be here soon. She puts herself out and about in town when she can, trying to see if she can catch something that might give her a clearer idea of what's going to happen.

What she isn't expecting, is to run into a familiar face.

She's having another text argument with Stiles about her current life choices when she catches a familiar set of cheek bones out of the corner of her eye. She turns towards them, eyes narrowing before she asks:]

Jackson?

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[beanchaointe]

[Let it be known, a formal dinner party is not what Lydia was expecting either. But apparently this is how they do in Mystic Falls.

Lydia's staying close, but at one point she wanders away to get a refill, and after a brief conversation with the massive moose that is Sam Winchester, she comes back to Jackson with relevant info.]

So apparently Sam and Dean are working with Allison. That's how the rest of them already knew about Monroe. And I'm going to assume that part of the reason why we're having a dinner party and not a tense Mexican stand-off is because she vouched for us.

[illtempered]

Then we better be on our best behavior.

( We being him. )

I'll rein it in. Those brothers Allison is working with. Hot and hotter.

[beanchaointe]

I guess that's more complimentary than tall and taller.

[When you're 5'3", everyone is a giant. That's why she wears such tall shoes.]

Sam seems nice enough. Haven't really talked to Dean.

[illtempered]

( And she slays in them. He'll tell her any time. )

Dean doesn't trust us. Sam's nice.

( But, he says nice like that's the worst thing someone can be. Nice. Boring and nice. First impressions, anyway. )

Allison didn't tell us she brought in outside help.

[beanchaointe]

Half of her hunter network ran off to follow Gerard two-point-oh. She's been trying to recruit some of the other hunters to her cause for a while.

[She tips her head towards Sam and Dean.]

But she didn't send them here directly. They're here for the graduation.

[illtempered]

So. We're all coincidences.

( He gruffly scoffs. )

Derek on the property?

[beanchaointe]

[She glances over to see if there are any vampire ears nearby before nodding. Though given the givens, they can probably hear her anyway.]

I think he brought Stiles with him.

[illtempered]

And an unmarked van.

( The pedo-van. He's joking. He doesn't know. But, he doesn't respect Stiles the FBI guy. He's still... Stiles. )

Now, are we going to talk about Damon Salvatore's smolder, or are we going to pretend you two didn't share something back there.

( A look. )

[beanchaointe]

[She raises her eyebrows at him, before shaking her head.]

We may have flirted a little at the Grille the night before. But that was before ...

[She waves a hand as though to indicate "all of this."]

[illtempered]

Before... him inviting you to his house. You're already meeting the friends. Past flirting. You should get on that. I predict there'll be a bedroom with your name on it.

[beanchaointe]

[She rolls her eyes.]

Not with Stiles in town. The last thing we need is him showing up here to annoy a possibly two-hundred year old vampire to death.

[That might end in bad things happening to Stiles.]

[illtempered]

Isn't Stiles over you? Post-Lydia, he said.

( Like the high-thinking, 'over your head' way he says everything, while always slightly behind his point in his mind. )

I dated Ethan Steiner. He told me about you and Aiden. 'I want one,' ( He half mouths to her, leaning in close, more of a whisper. ) Take what you want. You deserve it, Lydia. If I had a chance with anyone in this house? I'd take it.

( Looking at you, Giraffe man.

But also, Armie Hammer-lite. Would not kick him out of bed. No sir.

[beanchaointe]

He is over me, but that doesn't stop him from being an overprotective dumbass.

[She loves you Stiles, but it's true.]

I'll think about it, after we stop a supernatural slaughter.

[Time and place, time and place.]

[illtempered]

Walking, talking dumbass.

( He doesn't love Stiles, and it's true. )

If you do something, I'll call the chiseled witch.

[beanchaointe]

[She narrows her eyes at him.]

What are we, in high school?

[But it doesn't have as much bite as it could have. She won't deny that she's attracted to Damon, but there's a lot she's unsure about. She still hasn't decided if she can one hundred percent trust him. And her attraction hasn't always been the best judge of character.

See: Aiden.
See, also: Peter, when he was hanging around in her head.]

I said I'd think about it. But can we just ... focus on this right now?

[illtempered]

If we were in high school, we'd have found a bedroom by now. Or, we'd avoid each other.

( Also, see: the deputy? For example. )

One thing at a time. He's downstairs.

[beanchaointe]

[She nods.]

If he knows who I am, that might ... provide some traction.

[She could play a dumbass, which this guy seems to be.]

[illtempered]

You should take point.

( If they'll let her. He takes his beer with him, though, behind her, and downstairs where the action will be. )

[beanchaointe]

[She takes a deep breath and nods.]

Might as well get this show on the road.

[And she'll turn to see if she can find Damon, not wanting to step on any toes the way Hayley is currently doing, only she can't hear it.]

[illtempered]

( Damon finishes up with Elena, catching Lydia's gaze. Jackson follows.

"Ready?" he asks, leaving everything in the air. (Lydia is right. Now is not the time.) )

[beanchaointe]

[Lydia nods. She's not sure she'll ever be ready, but she's as ready as she'll ever be.]

Let's do this.

[And off she'll go to head down to the basement. /scene]