"Peter! Peter? I need your advice on the newest…what…" Derek stared at what lay before him. Peter sighed and silently cursed his bad luck.

"Peter! What the HELL are you doing?" Derek stared wide-eyed at his uncle. Peter stopped in his tracks and stared at his nephew like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Why are you in my apartment?" Peter asked, like nothing was going on.

"What ARE you doing?" Derek persisted.

"I am unaware of what you are referring too; now please go back to that abomination you call a home." Peter pressed, wanting to be left alone.

"What are you wearing?" Derek questioned, waving his hand frantically up and down to emphasize his question.

"Now nephew, calm down, you're starting to look like Stiles." Peter chided as Derek stood, mouth gaping. Derek shook his head and left, not wanting to deal with his uncle right now. As soon as Peter's door closed he turned around to Chris Argent and Deucalion.

"Alright, where were we?" Peter said, looking at Chris, who was wearing an outfit very similar to a warrior from the game EverQuest whilst Deucalion was dressed similar to a berserker from the same game. Peter, knowing that the only probably class from the game he could dress as is a dark elf rogue. They had finished their costumes the day before, keeping it secret from their groups.

"Will Derek tell?" Chris asked nervously.

"Who is going to believe him? Come on Chris, think about it." Peter said grabbing his Styrofoam sword. They continued to play until midnight where they changed in different rooms and hid them in Peter's house, after all, they were usually the only ones who visited Peter after all.