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]

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]