Toxic Waste

4. Darts and Daggers

They were still there. He always had hope that one day he'd wake up and they'd be gone but they were still there. Sighing, Stiles tore his eyes from the mirror, from his scars, and put on his shirt before opening the door to his room. He walked out into the hall and leaned over the railing to overlook the mush hall below. The room was empty, except two people, causing Stiles to furrow his brows. They were sitting at a round table in the center and he instantly recognized one of them.

"Where the hell is everyone?" He asks while bounding down the stairs, the room echoing with his voice.
"Tuesday's and Friday's are work days." Lydia mumbles before taking a drink of what looked like a smoothie, her eyes trained on a magazine. He concluded that she looked adorable. Strawberry blonde locks messily thrown into a bun on her head, a baggy long sleeve tee handing off one shoulder along with pink vertical striped pajama pants and matching pink fluffy slippers.

"Cute." He actually chuckled out loud. As he sat next to the girl (after she gave a disapproving grunt), he began to examine the boy across from her. He was small, very clearly younger than the two of them. Sixteen? Seventeen? They were all the same.
"Liam Dunbar and no I'm not in middle school." The boy speaks as if he could see Stiles' train of thought.
"I was guessing fourth grade." Stiles grinned.
"Very funny. I'm a junior." Liam rolls his eyes.

Stiles scoffed. Lord how he hated high schoolers. So instead he turns all of his attention to Lydia. The girl pays him no attention, flipping a page in her magazine to read the latest gossip. Poking her exposed left shoulder, he grins.
"Oh yeah, I remember that one." He eyes the slowly fading hickey with pride causing Lydia to yank up her sleeve. The morning was slow. The three of them sitting there with no conversation whatsoever and occasionally Stiles debated making a sexual comment but decided against it. Eventually Lydia says she has to get ready for the day and makes her way to the elevator without so much as a second glance at the boys.

"You play darts?" Liam asks.
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"An end of the week party." Stiles laughs. Liam nods with a grin, chucking a dagger at a target. When he had said darts, he hadn't actually meant darts. He had meant throwing knives at a large target taped to the wall in his room.
"See originally," Liam begins to explain as Stiles takes the daggers out of the target for his turn. "work was Tuesday's and Thursday's. Parks changed that about a year and a half ago to Tuesday's and Friday's. People were beyond pissed but Lydia said they should throw a huge party after work as a 'job well done' kinda thing. And it stuck ever since."

Stiles shakes his head in disbelief before launching a dagger towards the wall. Lydia was too uptight, that's all he thought, Lydia would never do anything like that. He failed to remember in that moment what she looked like slamming shots, tangled next to him in the bed sheets. He was bad at the daggers though, The younger boy snatching the knives before showing him the proper way to do it. And so the day went on lazily with games of daggers and a nap or two until exactly 3:47 when Isaac came bursting into Stiles' room with loud and profound excitement.

"THERE BE BOOZE TODAY!" He yells in improper grammar. "BOOZE AND BOOBS ON BITCHES!" Stiles would've thought he was already drunk, laughing until his side hurt and Isaac was coughing from how loud he had spoken. He was the first to return, the two boys sitting on the railing in the hall to watch the others trickle inside. Some of them had carts of beers from Europe and Indonesia, the liquor all sorts of exotic colors.

Isaac would lean over to Stiles, pointing someone out and giving him a bit of information on them. For example, he learned that Jackson Whittemore had a nasty sized hole in his leg from a job he'd been on five years ago as a newbie. Kira Yukimora and Malia Tate (as he had earlier met) were inseparable and could even be seen together as Isaac pointed them out.
"Definitely lesbians." He had proclaimed.
"Oh definitely." Stiles had agreed with a laugh.

Vernon Boyd-more commonly known just as Boyd- had apparently ripped a man's head off at the age of thirteen, Erica Reyes was, according to Isaac, decent at giving a blow job, and– "Lydia?" Stiles asked out of curiosity. Isaac had tsked him. "Oh no, you'll have to find that out yourself." He laughs. Stiles had already spotted her amongst the crowd of course. She was next to Scott and Allison with laughter on her lips and a beer already in her hand.

The concessions area of Mush Hall had been turned into a low maintenance dj booth, large speakers on either side. Tables were being moved this way and that way as they usually did at meal times and drinks were being served out of the upstairs rooms a few doors down from a Stiles' own.
"So you don't know?" Stiles continues.
"Of course I know. I'm just not allowed to tell." Isaac winks. "Oh and as a warning for tonight, you're very attractive and some of these girls are a few years horny. Watch yourself.
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Authors note:

So I went to Universal and totally died at Hogwarts😍😭
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe
(Btw, for those wondering, I'm Gryffindor)