in my younger days, i would have taken this gin bottle and thrown it against the wall.

[altercate]

CHARACTERS: allison argent + derek hale
LOCATION: floor 009 kitchen.
WARNINGS: will update as needed!!
SUMMARY: awkward kitchen encounters!!

[ tyke's up and out of bed. derek thinks briefly about loitering outside of Security's offices, but he doesn't think that would go over well. he takes himself up to the ninth floor instead. without tyke, he's abruptly at loose ends. it feels strange, the absence of her. and up until this moment, derek hadn't even realized how tired he was. he wants food and he wants to sleep. that he can do, until tyke's finished with whatever errands she's taking care of.

of course, the first person he finds in the kitchen is allison. allison who derek still doesn't quite know how to behave around. they're allies but they're not exactly friends. and scott's gone. derek doesn't know what to do with her. he isn't even sure his presence is welcome right now. ]

Allison? [ a little stiffly, questioning as he takes a few steps into the room. ] I'm--I needed to get something to eat.

[ like clearly he has to explain what he's doing in the kitchen. smooth. ]

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[overdraws]

[ Most things do. And she's been through enough crap in the past months to know that 'routine' doesn't mean boring or that it's good. Routine back home was fighting for the lives of her friends on a regular basis while trying to maintain decent grades and a healthy sleep schedule. Her grades had started to tank pretty regularly after she'd started following in her family's footsteps, and the sleep thing, well.

She was here, sharing ice cream with Derek Hale in the middle of the night.

She nods, squaring her shoulders a bit. She's terrified of the idea, but she's not going to show that to him. In fact, she really doesn't want to show that to anyone. ] I know. The hard part is just getting there.