entrancelogs | think we kissed but i forgot;

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think we kissed but i forgot;

who; YOU, WONDERLAND. and stiles stilinski and scott mccall.
where; scott and stiles' game room on the ninth floor, and outside on the beach. or anywhere, you know, we don't judge.
when; new year's eve!!!
what; kickin off the new year, teen wolf style!
rating; can range anywhere--it is new years ~~if we ignore this is backdated~~, after all! ;D

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[He huffs, surpresses a laugh, lips quirk up.]

Your drink, while you, you know. Mop up your arms. I think if you keep on trying plan A, you're gonna end up spilling it and that'll technically be my fault too, so...

[He wiggles his fingers expectantly at her cup.]

Oh.

[She frowns, then holds out her cup.]

Sure, whatever. [After a couple swipes of the napkin:] You wanna get me a refill of what?

[His smile twitches, and he shakes his head at her.]

I'm gonna, but just to be clear, it's out of sheer guilt. Not because I'm, you know, one of those dopey guys that really likes to be bossed around.

[With that established, he's effectively bossed around.

He disappears into the crowd, and he's back a second later, holding her drink out and sipping from his own.]

[...Well, that just says to her that he pretty much lives to be bossed around, doesn't it. Drunk or not, Santana will remember this tidbit.

Anyway, she's got her arm as not-sticky as it will get without a shower by the time he returns, and she swiftly trades her new drink for the bunched up napkin.

Cue the sweet smile~]

Thanks.

[He totally doesn't live to be bossed around, okay, he's just so easy going that he's easily... bossable.

Dang it, Santana.

He shoots her a wry look at the napkins, and deftly shoots them like a basketball into a garbage can. It bounces off the rim and into the bag, and he fistpumps.

Yessss.

Anyway back on topic, she gets an interested look from him over the rim of his cup.]

So- hey, you're that network girl, right? I didn't catch your name.

[SAME THING, BRO.

...Because she is drunk, Santana does a little arm motion that looks like half a cheer move. Because it is.

Napkin-basketball = sport, okay?? It's deeply ingrained into her drunken system.

ANYWAY.]

Network Girl's totally my name, good guess!

[Snerk snerk.]

Santana.

[Noice. Cheer squad. That's what he's talking about. He bites his lip and jams in approval for a second or two.

Skills.

Santana, that rings a bell. He searches his brain, then snaps his fingers when he finds it.]

Ohhh, I know! Are you with that one girl with the... she's blonde, and a little... out there? Like, she talked about sewers and didn't really... math...

[...Oh, sweetie. Instantly, Santana's easy-going overall mood switches. She glares at him warningly.]

Brittany is not out there. She's everything that's good in this world, so if you said anything to make her sad, Imma have to cut your eager-to-please ass.

[Then she takes a dainty sip.]

[He doesn't seem particularly perturbed by the mood change, just holds up one conciliatory hand.]

Yeah, no, she was totally helpful, it went fine. I'm not dogging it, she was cute. You guys are probably great together. No need to get with the cutting. I'm pretty sure we bonded over having girlfriends and breadboxes or something.

[Santana calms again, which wouldn't normally happen, so thank the alcohol gods, sir. She also doesn't seem at all thrown by the random breadbox mention, because she is practically fluent in Brittnese.]

We're amazing together.

[...That came out rather suggestive, actually. Oh well!]

So what's your name, assuming you have one.

[Thank you alcohol gods. He's probably not going to be suckered into any fights regardless, but not having to vacate the premises immediately is pretty good.

He smiles a little more widely, holds out a hand.]

Jesse. I'm Jesse.

[Get ready for another mood change. It's not to anger this time, just a weird kind of annoyance.]

Oh my god, why is like every guy I meet named Jesse?!

[...Total exaggeration. Shh.]

You're not a backstabbing spy, are you?

[Wooooow girl jumps tracks like a shark. This is beyond Beca levels of aggression.

It's a good thing he's equipped with unlimited levels of mellow.]

Pretty sure I'm not a backstabbing spy. But the thing is, if I was, I probably wouldn't mention it, sooo...

[Joking, joking, casual shrug.

But just to clarify:]

No, though, I'm definitely not.

[Do sharks jump tracks? DO THEY?]

Yeah, you better not be. That douche has been here enough times already, don't need another one.

[They do on Happy Days.

He studies her for a minute, points thoughtfully.]

You're, like, a little volatile aren't you? Is that, like, always, or is it just an alcohol thing?

[Santana gives him another smirk and not-quite-hobbles over to him. She slaps a hand on his shoulder. Pat pat.]

Always.

[It's really part of her charm!]

[A hand comes up like he wants to steady her, but stops just shy of touching her. One does not simply support a girl after she already thinks you're a molesting backstabbing spy.

Way 2 hobble.]

Heyyy, steady, no tipsies. That's good to know. I'll keep that in mind if I ever need someone, like, really scary.

[Psh, she's totally over the molesting part of that already.]

Good, you do that. I'm super helpful for revenge schemes.

You know what, I'm not really a revenge guy, but I'll take your word for it.

[He responds seriously, though that smile doesn't really fade.]

Might change your mind if you're here long enough.

[It's so true.]

You know, you're kinda cute for a total dork.

You know what? Not the first time I've been called that.

[He responds, pointing at her matter-of-factly. Cute and dorky. He's pretty okay with both.]

Your girlfriend?

[Her hand is still on his shoulder, by the way.]

Actually, yes.

[Weird as it sounds to say Beca ever complimented anything about him ever.

...Hey look at that, he totally forgot, and he glances down at it and then back up to her again.]

But I think she mostly preferred nerd and weirdo, so...

[Shoulder wiggle. U gonna let go, buddy?]

Those work, too. But really, there's a difference between a nerd and a dork, so. I knew plenty of both.

[This is very important information, bro. And no, she's not going to let go, because this allows her to lean juuuuust a little weight towards him and therefore off her feet.]

[Well, he's not about to pull off and send her falling to the floor. That's not a very gentlemanly thing to do. Instead, he's just going to start casually walk-guiding her toward a chair, without even tipping off that's what he plans to do.]

Oh yeah? What, is one, like... really into star wars, and the other's just really smart? I never did figure out the difference.

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this thread is the greatest :'D

mucha gustaaaa

lol my icon keywords are fitting

clearly this was meant to be

BESTIES NOW

5ever?

but of course!

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