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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[gambled_ourmistakes]

Fair enough.

[He pauses to have another drink of his wine before turning back to him.]

You know, the interpersonal politics at these kinds of things are fascinating. All that small town drama, whether they want it to happen or not.

[cholesterol]

You go to a lot of torture summits, Damian?

( Small towns, big towns, parties, or families, drama - it happens. )

[gambled_ourmistakes]

In my old job, occasionally.

[That's kind of what happens when you lean more into money than the right thing.]

Pretty similar to this. Great food, not so great on the after dinner entertainment.

[cholesterol]

See, I think there's nothing like a good old fashioned torture session to get the job done.

( But, is he kidding? )

The politics down there, it's species working together against a common enemy. Don't expect it to last.

[gambled_ourmistakes]

Not everything is all about politics.

[Damian reaches for his wine, swirling it lightly.]

I'm pretty sure the banshee and the vampire that's not dating the vampire Slayer have been making "Will they or won't they" eyes at each other all night.

[cholesterol]

( No, but it is about kill or be killed. )

While you're peeping on other people's sweeps week longing looks, I've been eating.

( Is - he looks up and behind them. He hears Caroline call out. Glancing to Damian, he tilts his head, hand to his holster as he stands back up. )

[gambled_ourmistakes]

[Damian is up as well, but instead of going for his gun he reaches for one of the kitchen knives. He didn't bring a gun downstairs. Oops.

But he's armed now, and he nods to Dean, prepared to follow his lead.]