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"Are we really doing this?" Stiles asked as he looked at Hayley.

"Come on it will be fun." She replied, dragging him by the arm into some stranger's house. They entered into loud music and flashing lights. The house was full with dancing teenagers, drunk with not a care in the world.

Hayley had dragged Stiles, Scott, Isaac, Lydia and Allison to a party she heard about nearby. She insisted they needed a break from everything supernatural after the stress of the motel and found the best solution she could think of.

Getting drunk.

It was Hayley's plan anyway. Her dad dying still lay heavy on her chest and she needed something to distract her. Someone pushed into Hayley almost knocking her over, she scoffed at them. "Still think this is a good idea?" Stiles teased, noting the annoyed look on her face.

She turned to him, adjusting her dress, "Yes I do." She huffed, "What's got you all moody anyway."

"Are you kidding me right now? Do you just not remember yesterday or something? Cause I do, pretty clearly might I add." Stiles said, annoyed.

Memories flashed through Hayley's mind, "Yeah I remember." She agreed, "We all do. That's what I've been trying to say, let's just have a break from it all. Just one night where we can be normal teenagers for once. Please, just one night."

Stiles looked over at her, the flashing lights sending pinks and blues over her face. He thought she looked beautiful, she had a short, dark green silk dress on with black heels and had winged eyeliner on her eyes. Her hair was natural, as always, the curls flowing down her back in ringlets. He felt the urge to run his hands through her hair but refrained, scolding himself for the thought.

"Okay." He agreed, realising he made the right decision from the smile that grew on her face. "I am just warning you, you're not ready for these amazing dance moves."

He moved his hands round spastically, his limbs flailing around almost hitting the people around him. People turned and stared, whispering to their friends nearby but it seemed Stiles didn't have a care in the world; Hayley admired it, he never cared what other people thought of him.

"It looks like you're trying to swat a fly away." Hayley laughed, "You're not ready for my moves." She started moving her shoulder back and forth, and them up and down, slowly she wiggled her arm, "I- I can't control it." She lifted her other arm and wiggled it around.

Stiles snorted and Hayley lifted up her arm as she danced quite terribly and slapped him on the cheek lightly, "Hey!" Stiles said, feigning annoyance.

"Not me, it's the arms blame them!" Hayley shrugged.

Stiles snorted and grabbed her dancing arms, guiding her over to the rest of their friends. They stood by the drinks, chatting with red plastic cups in their hands; most likely with alcohol inside. Well, besides Scott and Isaac seen as them being werewolves means they can't get drunk.

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