at once familiar & unknowable
bicuriousbilinski:
Posters for the charity mixer had been plastered all across campus, as well as a couple of email reminders as it drew closer, for several weeks and yet the event had still snuck up on him. He hadn’t wanted to go the moment he’d seen that it was mandatory for current students but his whining to Scott had been answered with a grin and reassurance that he’d be there too, so it wouldn’t be so bad.
He could’ve arrived with the others, but given that he’d forgotten all about the damn thing, he was running it a bit late so they’d gone ahead without him whilst he spent his time dumping gel on his hair to try and get it to behave.
Dressed in a shirt with the top button popped and the sleeves rolled up, a waistcoat in parody of his usual layers he favoured, and dark grey dress pants, it was only his shoes – a battered pair of black chucks – that made him feel like himself and not a kid playing dress up. What even was ‘smart casual’? He was 23 years old and he still didn’t know and his dad’s shrugged answer of ‘I think it means you can forego a tie?’ hadn’t really helped.
He’d foregone the tie though.
Snagging the first drink that he saw that wasn’t wine – it was something colorful and it even had a slice of pineapple slotted against the rim of the glass – he used his tongue to capture the straw and pull it into his mouth as he looked around the place, humming in surprise at the flavor. Not bad. Not bad at all. It didn’t even taste like alcohol, which was probably why it went down so well and quickly, until all he was left with was a slice of pineapple to munch on.
Figuring Scott and the others weren’t out there in the sea of people, and how he now needed a fresh drink, he went off in hunt of another one; who knew, maybe that’s where the others were too.
Lydia, on the other hand, L O V E D mixers, mingling and socializing with people came naturally to her, like most things, of course. So, naturally, she had picked out an outfit weeks ago, perfecting it with the right accessories. Honestly, to this day she is not sure how her friends didn’t just disown her for talking so much about it --but on the plus side, in doing so, Allison cracked, joining in the fun of picking the RIGHT clothes, make-up and accessories for this event.
So there she was, dressed to the nines, arriving fashionably late, because, quite frankly, she could. As she walked through the crowd of people, occasionally greeting a few acquaintances along the way, hoping that sooner, rather than later, she’d run into her friends. The same friends that promised they’d be there.
Sure, a few threats may or may have not been thrown their way, but still. A promise was a promise - and to Lydia’s surprise, they were nowhere to be found.
After sending out a few texts to Allison, the redhead found herself at the bar, ordering a glass of wine, which was exactly when she noticed HIM. "Stiles, seriously? Where is everyone? They were all supposed to be here an hour ago.” Of course, she, herself, DEFINITELY did not arrive way past the time they were supposed to meet up. Nope. Never.
