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Theo Raeken, Erica Reyes, Liam Dunbar, and Soo Park crash a party in the old rail yards.
August 3, 2017
Beacon Hills
Night has fallen over the lazy town of Beacon Hills. From the east a cool breeze blows, perfect to whistle and moan around the corners and cars of the rail yard. Overhead a waxing moon hangs in an otherwise starless sky.
The night is quiet.
It's the witching hour.
The hour when the good kids are all tucked safely in their beds and the bad kids are?well, in Beacon Hills the bad kids are in the rail yard crowded around a trashcan fire as they drink, chatter and engaged in your typical small town asshattery. And it is this that has drawn the would-be university student out of his home. For now Theo lingers on the outside of the group, tucked away in the mouth of an open rail card as he watches the rest of the delinquents carry on.
Liam isn't a bad kid. In fact he fails pretty hard core at being bad. However he he's been studying all summer long and decided to take a break. And not a normal break where he heads to Hale house or hands with the pack. Time to do something more interesting. So he's in the rail yard poking around. Anyone from the Highschool would know him, since he was the captain of the JV lacrosse team last year as well as starting line on the Varsity team. And he's a bit of a show off. He definitely doesn't fit in with this crowd, but he seems less than concerned.
The night is quiet for a while, anyway. There's the soft crunch of boots on loose gravel, lightly tapping along the tracks, occasionally grinding a smaller stone into soft earth. But probably most of the kids gathered around won't hear it, what with the chatter and revelry.
Out of the darkness comes a tall blonde, six feet in a pair of truly dangerous stiletto heels. It practically takes supernatural abilites to walk in those things, and Erica really does choose to use her powers for the best things. Very practical, she. The blonde wears her ridiculous curls in a long tail. Her clothing is simple, fitted, and equally at home in a classroom (well, maybe a college classroom, high schools being uptight as they are) or a club: vintage black jeans and a slinky aubergine tank with corset laces up the back. She slips through the crowd, fingers seeking the first tasty-seeming beverage she comes across, regardless of whose hand it might be in.
Of course they're around the fire. Of course they're drinking underage. Why can't they just, you know, get bitten by a supernatural creature and stalk the night looking for dangers to the normals? Soo, he of slightly ambigious gender and questionable fashion sense, is also in the rail yards, and off to one side of the bonfire. His longish hair, now a rich plum color that looks almost its natural black in the firelight, is pulled back into a fishtail braid, and the werecat is wearing a pair of black leggings that have been positively shredded at the knees, combat boots, and a several sizes too-large maroon t-shirt that leaves one shoulder exposed, the word 'ADULT-ISH' emblazoned on his chest in white.
Does he know most of these people? No. But he doesn't want them hurt, either, and he knew there was a party to be had, and Soo feels... vaguely responsible for the normals of Beacon Hills now, thanks to being around the Pack for so long. Stupid werewolves.
New people are taken in through a half-lidded gaze. Jock? Check. Boobs in heels? Check! Person who didn't get the memo that tights are /not/ pants? Check. One by one the standard troops appear and one by one they are checked off as Theo looms in the doorway of his railcar, relaxed and entirely to comfortable stalking people with his eyes.
There's the scent of another wolf in the air, and Liam tenses for a second. Then he sees Erica and he relaxes. Of course she'd be here. That makes a lot more sense than Liam being here really. Liam starts to head towards her. Not that they've really had much in the way of direct interaction. They're passingly friendly, but they both have had things to keep them busy. For Liam it was being bitten, then learning control. Then realizing he liked both dudes and chicks. And so on, plus there was that time after Ethan left where he didn't leave the house for like months. Stiles still doesn't let him live that one down. Neither does Soo.
Speaking of Soo, Liam has scented the feline of course. He just doesn't overtly acknowledge him. Soo will do what he wants, hes a cat its in their DNA. As he walks up to Erica he's still looking around. He's pretty sure he smells something else, but maybe its just all the fumes from the alcohol and fire?
Boobs and glorious blonde hairItalic text in heels. That's a slightly more nuanced description of Erica Reyes. Drink thusly acquired, she grins at the person from whom she liberated it, and finds something to perch on. She hops up to sit on the edge of an open train car, dark eyes scanning the crowd. "Liam." Her voice is pitched low and lazy as she greets younger. "Past your bedtime?" The tease is light, but the blonde seems to be in good spirits. It lacks bite. Her gaze tracks to Soo, following Liam's, and she nods, lips part to say something, which she doesn't actually get to yet. And then she, too, glances around again. She takes a low, slow breath. Hmm.
"Oh, yeah, no, I totally love Foghat." Soo mumbles absently to the odd young man he's been humoring in conversation for a few moments, and then he feels eyes on him. A quick glance spots Liam and Erica, and Soo raises an eyebrow. "Hey, I gotta go... be somewhere with people I'm... not growing to hate..." He flashes a quick, awkwardly apologetic smile, and then he's moving almost supernaturally fast through the teens, circling around to appear at Erica's side.
"Okay, for serious. If that guy follows me over here I might punch him in the throat." a pause. "Is that rude? I think that might be rude." He seems a little genuinely concerned at the idea. "Dig the heels." is offered casually to Erica, his amber eyes bright in the firelight.
Theo Raeken is listening, and even chuckles to himself as the trio carry on. He drags his teen over his lower lip, thoughtful and perhaps a bit uncertain. To speak, or to wander away into the yard. The end result is neither, and instead he drags his phone out of his pocket and flips through it lazily. Busy movements. That's what these are, busy movements to act completely oblivious to the fact he might be scented out before he's even spoken. Lucky for them, acting casual is what Theo does best.
"I haven't slept since Lydia became my Tutor." He's joking. Maybe? He also doesn't know it yet, but hes going into his senior year. Long story short Lydia had given him a list of classes and assignments, and was going to tell him to pick one and work on it all summer. Instead he'd had a bout of nerves when most of the pack had vanished the week before graduation, and did all of them. After tht Lydia had worked with him, and his parents and he'd skipped a grade and applied for scholarships. All without actually knowing. Its amazing how clueless he can be sometimes. "It wasn't rude. It was very Soo. And don't punch him you might hurt your hand... Does anyone else Smell anything?"
At last, Erica sneezes, squinting before she takes a huge swig of the drink in her hand. She frowns and sets the cup aside, but only after it's emptied. It smells vaguely of strawberry lipgloss, not hers. Ya crowdsource your bevs and ya takes your chances. She smiles at the comment about Lydia.
"A punch in the throat is really just a firm hello," Erica says. Encouraging, right? She sticks out her foot and gives her ankle a roll, showing off the thin line of her boot's heel. "Thanks, kitten." She reaches over, fingertips brushing just a whisper above Soo's intricate braid without actually touching it. "I like."
Again, Erica's gaze skims over the crowd, more slowly this time. She notes Theo, the blue glow of his cell's screen illuminating his features for a moment at least. She keeps scanning, then her gaze tracks back to blue eyes. With this many folks around, she may directly associate the scent to him, but something catches her attention. You know, it just might be that t-shirt. "I smell college boy."
"Soo is rude, Liam." he stops, just for a second, brow furrowing, trying to place that odd scent. But then Erica's showing off her boots, and Soo's attention is caught by them. "I can't wait to see you beat the hell out of someone while wearing those." Soo offers, grinning. When his braid is mentioned, he shrugs a little. "Lydia." Worried about his safety while fighting, no doubt. Soo follows Erica's gaze, and he cocks an eyebrow, his head tilting slightly.
"He's cute. Kind of... douchey? But like. Cute douchey. You should get his number." His eyes slide to Erica, his smile mischiveous and encouraging.
Liam looks down noticing the shoes. Even after dating Ethan, and a brief period of dating Lydia, he still has 0 sense of style, and just doesn't notice things unless is attention is pointed to them. Then he looks at the shoes and whistles. "Wow I wonder if I could even stand up wearing those?" Then his attention is again redirected to Theo and he lets out another whistle, "He's hot... for some reason I want to punch him." He doesn't know why but he really does. Maybe its just one cocky smug personality reacting to another. He was oozing so much confidence and charm it was literally possible to smell it.
Erica's smile brightens considerably at Soo's intonation of enthusiasm regarding her boots and summary abuse of other persons. "That's the sweetest thing anybody's said to me all week."
"Cute," the blonde muses. "Yeah, his hair's really..." Perfect? It's definitely something. She seems to either have trouble finding the right word, or has lost interest in descriptors altogether. "If you'd like to try them on," she slips off of her perch and grins. "That can be arranged." This is to Liam. Erica tips out of her lean against the car and stalks on those towering heels across the way, saying around step three, "Don't wait up." Theo's soon to have company, really whether he likes it or not.
An eyebrow is raised at Liam, the werecat grinning. "I could run in those for at least an hour without stopping." He tilts his head a little. "Don't ask how I know. It was a /really/ weird night." Another glance toward Theo, and Soo shrugs his bare shoulder, watching Erica start her strut. Shooting a glance at Liam, he smiles. "I could almost go bi for that girl. But she'd dump me when she realized it was mostly to get my hands on her shoes. I think we're the same size." He glances down at his own combat boots and shrugs. "Wanna play look out from a distance, make sure he isn't like a creepy bumpy forehead vampire that's going to try and drain her dry?"
Theo was too good looking maybe that was it? He was still staring at Theo, and almost didn't hear the line about shoes. Then he blushes. He might be bi, but he totally couldn't pull off those shoes, he was a muscle pup non androgynous that was Soo's job. He shake his head again to clear it then to Soo. "Stalking our friends for their own safety? Sounds like fun. We haven't had to do anything like that in a while. Though for the record I'm pretty sure if anyone is gonna drain anyone..."
Seemingly oblivious to the cross talk regarding her shoes and various fluid sexualities of the lads in her wake, but, of course, totally aware, because wolf-hearing, the blonde rolls up on thusly dubbed College Boy, aka Hot but Douchey, aka Theo. The dude doesn't even say anything, and Erica doesn't either. She's about three stalking steps away when he looks up, blue eyes on her for a beat, before he turns and makes his way into deeper shadow, moving quietly for a college kid. Don't you just know it--the stilettos follow after, deep into the shadows of those still, empty trains, looking for all the world like somebody's getting mugged tonight.