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skylar, stiles and lydia were walking the streets of mexico. they were in mexico to get derek back from a group of hunters.
"this doesn't seem so bad." stiles said rubbing his hands together.
skylar and stiles were a little awkward with each other now. they had broken up a few weeks ago because skylar still was trying to find herself again.
"it's not the town, it's the plan." lydia said.
"what's wrong with the plan?" stiles asked her.
"stiles, this could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with. you're aware of that, right?" lydia asked.
"i'm aware it's not our best." stiles said agreeing with lydia.
"we are going to die." lydia said.
"hey, you saying that as a banshee or just being pessimistic?" stiles asked.
"i'm saying it as the person who doesn't wanna die." lydia replied.
"okay, well, would you mind restricting any talk of death to a banshee prediction." stiles said as they walked.
"this plan is stupid and we're going to die." skylar spoke up.
"oh, thank you." stiles said as skylar chuckled.
they kept walking and skylar felt stiles' hand on her back.
stiles still cared about skylar, a lot. he was still trying to get over the breakup. he found himself hanging out with malia a lot to try and get his mind off of her.
they made it to a door and they looked up seeing a camera. there were two guys blocking the door.
"estamos aqui para la fiesta." skylar said to the men but they shock their heads.
stiles pulled out a card from his back pocket and showed the men. they motioned their heads to the camera and stiles pointed the card in the direction of the camera. the door opened and the three of them walked in.
skylar saw a bunch of people dancing. she smiled knowing kira and malia were in the crowd keeping some of the hunters busy.
stiles, skylar and lydia made their way to the bar stools and shot glasses were placed in front of them. stiles was going to pull out his wallet when a man walked up from behind them and grabbed stiles and skylars shoulder.
"no. on the house. most american teenagers don't cross the boarder to refuse a drink?" the man said.
