One Night

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    Jackson and Danny had shown up not long after school ended, seemingly skipping practice to rush over. Allison had made Isaac seem worse then he actually was, proving the surprised looks from Jackson and Danny was enough to make the others laugh. Jackson muttered ungratefully and annoyed as he charged toward the kitchen in a stomp, returning with a cup of whiskey Allison was sure he should have never found in the ten minutes he was gone. This pulled another laugh from the group- with the exception of Derek and Jackson as one was a brooding alpha and the other just a total ass.

    "Right! So we're staying here for the night and I only have two guest bedrooms." Allison announce as she fell down on the couch besides Scott. The two with surprising resolve and almost no awkwardness.

    "Well whatever the matter I'm staying in Allison's room," Lydia starts. "I don't need to fight for a bed." She chuckled to herself in a stuck up manor.

    "Got it Barbie." Jackson retorted flinging his head back about to speak.

    "I call a room!" Scott pipes knowing stiles could bunk with him, them being brothers and all.

    "I'm not sharing with anyone." Derek grunted out already claiming the second room and earning a low growl from Jackson.

    "At least the couch is comfortable." He muttered as Danny lounged on a reclining armchair.

    "I'm taking this." The new human announced as he leaned back the chair with a happy smile. Isaac pouted at the sight and looked around the room.

    "Looks like a triple bunk then." He said calmly and shrugging his shoulders at Scott and stiles. Who know wasn't wearing Derek's jacket and had a knife holster attacked to his thigh.

    "Scott called the room he gets the bed." Stiles answered the silent agreement between the three. Scott fist bumping the air at his best friends politeness, and mouthing out a yes. Silence fell over the room once again after the small conversation that was half unspoken. Lydia cleared her throat and nudged Scott aside to sit next to Allison.

    "Movie and popcorn?" She asks lightly as the dark brunette looked at her with a smile. Then grinning and kicking her feet off the couch to stand up, the long two barrel gun she'd chosen for herself that was slung behind her back sliding down onto the couch.

    "Do your thing." She says passing over the remote to her best friend who can easily figure out a movie everyone will be comfortable watching. Allison disappears into the kitchen happily humming.

    By the time Allison returned she had a soft smile and two bowls in her hands. Argent stood in the hall staring at the abundance of teenagers and single adult in the room. His eyes scanning from Lydia bundling her legs up on the couch next to Scott at the end, Jackson on the other side of her with an open space waiting for Allison. Isaac leaning against the couch in that open space for Allison, Danny sprawled across awkwardly on the armchair(despite Chris not knowing his name), stiles on the other armchair looking at the parent sheepishly with his knees tucked up to his chest. Derek though, stood at the window looking back at Chris as if he'd just been looking out the window.