The Drummer's Girl - A Scallison AU

Tonight

There ain't a reason you and me should be alone tonight, yeah baby
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We've got tonight... Who needs tomorrow?
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"It's pretty cool of your dad to let you do this, Allison," Stiles said, arms swaying by his sides. The two of them were walking down the hallway in search of a vending machine, "Letting you stay here overnight, I mean. Two nights, actually."

Allison shrugged and tucked a rogue curl behind her ear, "Ever since my Mom left, he's been more lenient... He said he always believed a little teenage rebellion never hurt anyone, and I guess he probably didn't want us driving home late at night either."

"Yeah, I feel that." They reached the machine, and Stiles stuffed a quarters in and typed in the code for nacho cheese Doritos. Allison was just inserting her own money to buy a Snicker's bar when she spotted a flash of black leather out of the corner of her eye. She slowly turned on her heel, and realized she was right. It was Scott.

"Stiles," she bumbled over her words, "I'm going to head into the lobby... I need to pick up some stuff."

"Girl stuff?"

"Yup."

He wrinkled his nose, "Ugh. I guess I'll just head back by myself then. I'll see you back there, alright?"

"Yeah, I won't be long," she answered, and waited for him to make his way out of her sight. Once she was gone, she retrieved her candy bar and turned back towards the little bar. Just a little ways inside the door, she saw Scott sitting on a stool and drowning his sorrows.

She took a deep breathe, fixed her skirt, and walked in, confidently sitting down next to him.

"Nursing your wounds?" she murmured, tapping him on the arm.

He flinched, and then froze when he saw who it was. He had clearly already had a few drinks if he was letting his nervousness show around her.

"Are you here to scold me? Tell me that this isn't the way to fix things? That it's only a temporary kind of happy?" Scott took a sip and gestured with his glass, "Trust me, I've read the pamphlets."

Allison furrowed her brow, "Actually, I was gonna order a few rounds, but if you'd rather that..."

Scott shook his head a chuckled to himself, "Nope, I'll pass. Here," he called the bartender over, "A Cosmopolitan for the lady."

She smirked at him as the bartender began mixing the drink.

"Thanks," she chirped, picking up the glass, "Cheers to a hell of a show and promise in our music careers!"

Scott clinked his glass against hers and let out a whoop.

They finished their drinks in a slightly more comfortable silence, probably did to the buzz.

Allison tipped back the last of hers and gave Scott a sidelong glance, "Look, I know you were trying to be a gentleman and all, but I sorta just wanted to do shots and forget about stuff."

He was so down for that, so they ordered a couple rounds, cheering as the took turns, competing to see who could do the most.