think we kissed but i forgot;

[hypercompetent]

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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[itsahotone]

[Throw ALL the parties, Lydia. and don't have turtle and rabbit races at them.

Also: SCOFF.] Obviously. I mean, at least there's alcohol. I've been to worse.

[intelligently]

[ Never having animal races. Any kind of them. She's too good for that ]

It's shocking they got that much right.

[ Although now you mention alcohol... she needs more of it ]

I think I need the bar again. Maybe it'll get this passed quicker.

[itsahotone]

It sure does help.

[Not that Santana's really having that bad a time. But still. Alcohol at parties = better than parties without alcohol.]

Still not down with the whole Wonderland crap?

[intelligently]

Why does everyone ask that as if it's supposed to be an easy thing?

[ Because it's certainly what it feels like, anyway. With how many people are here, already know about it. Somehow just accept it ]

It's not. Okay. And I don't look forward to being crazy.

[ Because she'd already had that ]

[itsahotone]

Some people actually prefer it here.

[Her tone implies that she finds those people super annoying.]

I've been here like, three years.

[intelligently]

Some people are idiots.

[ Not that it needed stating, but she kind of had to. It was obvious, but she was also drinking ]

I was here for two months before I left. I'd love to find out how.

[itsahotone]

[Santana nods cheerfully. She certainly agrees with such statements about idiots.]

Find out how you left? Yeah, good luck with that. No one, and I mean no one seems to know. [Distractedly...] Maybe the queen.

[intelligently]

I think I'll pass on her. Isn't she the one who brought us here?

[ Because that didn't sound like a great idea ]

[itsahotone]

Y'know, no one seems to know for sure. She's a raging bitch, so probably.

[intelligently]

Well I'm blaming her. [ It sounded better to blame someone than have no one behind it. It gave someone to put your frustrations on ] How raging?

[itsahotone]

She insists on existing and keeping us all here, shouldn't that answer your question? I mean, it was kinda badass when she returned from the dead or whatever to get rid of the friggin' jabberwocky but apparently that's not even gone for good so who cares.

[intelligently]

I might care if it was gone for good.

[ Which it isn't, and even if the queen did get rid of it forever Lydia... still might not care. She was still here ]

Instead I'm just going to drown my misery of still being here. You're having another drink.

[ Even though she wouldn't say no, she gets no choice in it. Come drink with her, Santana ]

[itsahotone]

[Santana shrugs, not mad at it at all.]

Smashing idea!

[...Yep, she said that.]

[intelligently]

Perfect. [ And while she leads the way: ] How many do you think we'll get through before the party ends?

[itsahotone]

I've pretty much lost count of how much I've already had, so you gotta catch up.

[intelligently]

[ Oh a challenge. She can do that ]

Fine. Just tell me when I'm there.

[ And hello bar. Hello drink that she's getting. And then another. And starting on the first ]

[itsahotone]

[Drunktana highly appreciates this challenge being taken up, and reacts accordingly: by giving a short wooo! cheer and a little wiggle-dance.

Drink, Lydia. Drink.]

[intelligently]

[ And Lydia does. And because apparently that one glass isn't enough, which she kind of expected, she's going to start on the second after finishing her first drink ]

You will tell me, right?