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These drabbles can be read chronologically or not. Dealer's choice. I'm writing them in a progression style but they all pretty much stand alone.
****-Erica isn't dead. Erica is not dead.
Derek thinks he's going to throw up.
And it has nothing to do with the beer he's drinking or the greasy pizza he's been forced to consume because it's the only thing here. He's going to throw up because of this stupid party.
He had actually been surprised that Stiles had invited him to his birthday, saying, "No, dude! You have to come! It's a pack only party, so you have to come. Don't be such a sour wolf!"
Derek had almost yelled at him for saying words he didn't understand again, but let the pack slip slide and agrees to come to the party.
Later, he would find out, that it would have been a little hard to not come to the party since the party was at his house. He still very confused and angry as to how that happened, he suspects something to do with Erica and Stiles's snickering after he said yes (it was stupid of him not to get suspicious after that), but by the time it has already happened it's too late to stop it.
He may be a morose, bad tempered, hermit but he wasn't so much of a jack-ass as to stop a birthday party just because it was an inconvenience to him.
Besides he could appreciate that everyone needed to let off a little steam in a positive way. There has been a lot going on, more to come, and it was nice to forget everything if only for a few hours. The world could wait for just one night.
Scott, Stiles, Allison, Lydia, Erica, Boyd, Isaac, and even Cora are all huddled around the lone sofa in the loft, scattered amongst the cushions and the floor and anywhere else they can attempt to sit comfortably but still together. Derek sits in his desk chair, near the group but still far enough away to be outside, watching them laugh and joke and carry on like hooligans. He thinks he even sees Cora crack a smile. It's nice to see her happy after all this time.
After all the greasy pizza is consumed Stiles asks for his presents like a king demanding tribute. When asked where Derek's gift to Stiles's is he looks at the group with a quizzical look before surveying his loft to remind them that this was his gift. Scott gets him a new video game. Allison and Lydia split the cost of a stick for lacrosse. Boyd gets him a gift card to an electronic store. Isaac gets him a bag of candy. Cora gets him nothing, but at least apologizes half-heartedly with an 'I was locked in a bank safe for 3 months, but Happy Birthday'. And Erica, god both bless and damn Erica, she got him a handle of vodka for his birthday.
Derek took that as his cue to leave.
So he snuck off with the six pack he bought yesterday, not dumb enough to leave his alcohol unattended around them, and head upstairs.
He can already hear them all getting louder, drunk off the excitement than the actual liquor for now, and he guzzles almost half his beer before he hangs his head to try an tune them out.
"Hey," Derek looks up seeing Isaac in the doorway, the light from the other room silhouetting his figure while the soft light of the moon brightened his eyes.
"Hey," He returns, surprised when Isaac comes in and sits next to him. "Shouldn't you be downstairs with your friends?"
Isaac chuckles a little. "They're your friends too." He reminds him because sometimes Derek forgets that they really are his friends too. "Besides, it's getting kind of loud down there."
Derek scoffs. Loud was an understatement. He rolls his shoulders and leans back on his bed one arm, handing Isaac a beer with the other.
The beta looks surprised, but Derek shrugs it off and tells him, "Don't tell anyone I shared with you," before sipping his own.
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