The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[justlurkinghere]

The DJ was once engaging in a vicious game of psychological warfare with Derek. His musical choices this evening? White Christmas played on loop.

It harkened back to a simpler time when Christmas was spent with family around a big, decorated tree. Which meant Derek hated it with ever fiber of his being.

He'd get you back for this, DJ. Don't you think he won't. There will be blood upon the snow and other graphic images of violence around the holidays.

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The Bar

[justlurkinghere]

Where murders were being planned.

The Lounge/Dancefloor

[justlurkinghere]

Where the DJ's dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the one he used to know.

The VIP Area

[justlurkinghere]

With the boss. Who was alive before there was a Christmas.

OOC

[justlurkinghere]

That song is stuck in my heeeeaaad.

Re: The Bar

[robinonadderall]

Okay, so Stiles was a little monochrome when he came into the bar tonight. And had somehow grown out his hair since the last time Derek saw him. Was that weird?

"Coke." Preferably in a glass bottle.

And, yes, that was your jacket he was wearing, Derek.

Re: The Bar

[justlurkinghere]

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS WAS WEIRD, STILES. EVERYTHING.

"...what is wrong with you?" Where to start, Derek. Where to start.

Re: The Bar

[robinonadderall]

"What is wrong with you?" He didn't have to answer your questions, he was badass! Well, badass for network TV.

Re: The Bar

[justlurkinghere]

Derek just stared at him for a moment longer. "You're grey-scale." Stiles, this wasn't a good thing for humans to be. Derek knew. As he was an expert on humans.

Re: The Bar

[robinonadderall]

"Doesn't answer my question, but whatever, keep your issues to yourself, I don't care," Stiles said. "Now are you gonna get me my drink or are we gonna have a problem here?"

Re: The Bar

[justlurkinghere]

"...seriously?"

Re: The Bar

[robinonadderall]

Derek, why must you consistently be the worst bartender ever?

"What is your problem, man? Are you allergic to doing your job?" Good one, greaser Stiles. Good one.

Re: The Bar

[justlurkinghere]

Because it was his calling in life. Shitty bartender, shitty alpha...

"Take off my jacket and go back to the dorms."

Re: The Bar

[robinonadderall]

"Just because you're old enough to be my dad doesn't mean you can boss me around like you are him." Oooh burn.

Re: The Bar

[justlurkinghere]

He was not that old! Stop calling him old!

Derek sighed, moving around from behind the bar to shove Stiles and his insanity out of the way. "Go."

Re: The Bar

[robinonadderall]

"Fine, old man, just go easy on the merchandise." Which included the jacket that he was totally keeping. "You're lucky that I'm feeling generous today and don't feel like putting you in your place."

Re: The Bar

[justlurkinghere]

"Putting me in my--I swear to god, Stiles. If I find any mountain ash near this bar..."

Re: The Bar

[robinonadderall]

"I don't smoke." Unless the candy cigarettes in his pocket counted.

Re: The Bar

[justlurkinghere]

HE WAS HAVING NONE OF THIS. "Jacket. Now."

Re: The Bar

[robinonadderall]

"That is so not happening." It was his jacket and he looked damn good in it! Not like a child playing dress up at all! "My dad's the sheriff, man, he won't be pleased if you try to steal from me."

James Dean he was not.

Re: The Bar

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm cowering in my boots," Derek replied dryly. Only because they weren't in Beacon Hills at the moment.

Re: OOC

[locointhecoco]

*Possibly doesn't help*

Re: The Bar

[locointhecoco]

It was Wednesday, and Pinkie was at the bar, in all her bright pink, excitable glory. "Hiya!" she chirped. "Wow, the DJ must really like this song!"

Re: OOC

[justlurkinghere]

YOU'RE SO EVIL.

Re: The Bar

[justlurkinghere]

"You're not grey." THANK GOD.

Wait. WHAT.

Re: The Bar

[robinonadderall]

"You're such a drag." Yes, Derek, a drag! "I'm out of here, I'll go to the bowling alley where it's fun."