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Feast Days

Notes: Drunktuesdaze and I were discussing a world where Derek was a rich hermit unsocialized weirdo who didn't know how to express affection so he bought Beacon Hills and made the currency feature Stiles's face, and I made it weirder by having Derek declare mandatory feast days in Stiles's honor.

Everyone knows that Beacon Hills is almost entirely owned by the Hale family, but it's not like anyone ever sees any of them. Stiles has heard, of course, that most of the family lives in New York, a few in Europe. Probably there aren't even any Hales living in California. Probably.

Which makes it extra weird that the Hale's lawyer posted an announcement in the Beacon Hills Beacon about a new festival which just happens to fall on Stiles' birthday and involves a Curly Fries Smackdown.

"Scott, you don't understand - twelve different kinds of curly fries to try, and then you vote for the best one and every restaurant in town has to put it on the menu for a year. Until the next Curly Fry Smackdown!"

Because Scott has wrong tastebuds, he mostly just looks confused. "Don't you think this is a bit... weird?" he asks, gesturing at the paper.

"I think you mean awesome," Stiles corrects him, generously. "It's literally a festival of my favourite things." He skims down the list of activities again. Lacrosse, obviously, except for some reason there's a rule that people with 'jack' in their name aren't allowed to play. Free coffee at the coffee tasting tent. A tent for a LAN party of just dungeon raids in Stiles' favourite MMO. "Best. Birthday. Ever," he adds.

Across the coffee shop, hot hermit dude looks lost in thought - he's got to be staring at nothing because otherwise, he'd be staring at Stiles and that's pretty much impossible. Stiles waves at him and hot hermit dude startles, snapping out of it and turning bright red before hurrying out of the shop, leaving his coffee behind.

Oh well. Who knows, maybe he'll see him at the festival and finally get to talk to him.