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Violet walked round the house in dire need of some alcohol. She's just been hit on by some jerk who needs puberty to hit him like a train because there is no way he was in high school.
" Lydia where is the Tequila?" The strawberry blonde raised an eyebrow at the girl but handed her bottle that was right in front of her.
" How hammered are you?" The brunette shrugged and left the blonde to the job of being host as per usual.
Her secret make out buddy who will remain anonymous for sometime watched her as she smiled and laughed at something a pubescent teen was saying, his grip on his bottle got tighter as Violet touched his arm. His eyes stayed on her as she walked out the door.
She walked out into the front garden, her eyes catching the full moon that shines perfectly, when she was younger she always use to watch the moon and the stars that sat along side it. It had something about it that made her comfortable and safe.
" Violet?" The girl turned her head to find know other than Derek Hale.
" If it isn't Derek Hale. A little old to be hanging around a teenager filled party aren't we?" It wasn't a question more like her sarcasm shining through.
" A little young to be drinking aren't we?" He fired back, she mirrored his smirk.
" Oh. I like you."
" Good to know." He watched her as she tried to taking her heels off but kept stumbling all over the place. " How drunk are you?" He questioned as he wrapped his arm around her waist to stop her from falling.
Giggling she raised her bottle and took a swig of it making the man roll his eyes. " Allison!"
The new girl turned to individual who called her name to find Violet wrapped in his arms and drinking a bottle of Tequila. " Is she okay?"
Derek glanced at the intoxicated girl. " She'll be fine. I'm Derek. I'm a friend of Scott's."
" And Violets." The Stilinski girl spoke making Derek and Allison smile slightly.
" And Violets too apparently. He asked me to take you home. Both of you."
Allison nodded unaware of his intentions but looked towards Violet who was to intoxicated to make any decisions and to intoxicated to think about her safety she agreed to let the Hale man drive them home.
" But Violet is staying at mine tonight." Allison said as they all got in the Impala.
After an awkward drive back to the Argent house, Allison helped the Stilinski girl into the house.
" Allison? Is that you honey?" A voice echoed through the entrance way making the girl mentally curse to herself.
A man possibly her father came into the hall, his eyes widening at the sight at not just his daughter but a face from the past.
