Monstrous ➳ Dunbar

[ in which she drinks ]

"Please, Stiles. Why can't I go?" It was a very rare for Sydney Stilinski to beg, though later that day, she found herself doing just that. Stiles stood in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest and a stubborn look plastered across his face. Stubbornness tended to run in the Stilinski family, and when the two siblings with equal amount of stubbornness running through their veins got into a disagreement, it was usually hours before one of them gave in to the other.

But, this time, Sydney was not giving in.
"Because, one: you sneaked out in the middle of the night to go hang out with Liam, leaving dad and I a nervous wreck the next morning. And two: you're fifteen years old, and fifteen year old girls do not belong at a bonfire along with fifty-something other guys who are going to be piss-ass drunk, alright?" Stiles' voice raised a bit at the end, waving his arms around him in a very Stilinski-like manner. Her eyes rolling in their sockets, Sydney flicked her wrist, raising it to reveal her claws.
"Sometimes, you tend to forget that I am more than capable of taking care of myself," she said confidently. She flicked her wrist once more, and her claws sank back into her fingertips in a blink of an eye.
Stiles stared at his sister blankly, clearly not impressed with ability to grow claws and fangs in a split second. "Sometimes a group of desperate guys who had a bit too much to drink can easily overpower a girl, no matter how supernatural and 'perfectly capable of taking care of herself' she may be. They'll find a way."
Sydney licked her lips and nodded slowly. "Liam's gonna be there," she reasoned and grinned cheekily.
"Well, if Liam's gonna be there... definitely not!" Stiles snapped, mocking her tone and swinging his arms around once more. "I don't get if he has fancy werewolf strength and claims that he loves you and whatnot. He's still the same as any other guy."
Sydney raised an eyebrow at her brother's words, feeling a blush threaten to heat up her cheeks. "Where did love come from?"
"Oh, thank God. You're not like that yet," Stiles sighed, his hands finding their ways to the sides of his head. "If you were, I'd probably end up shoving the barrel of a shotgun down my throat- or better yet, his."
Choosing to ignore her brother's last remark, Sydney crossed her arms over her chest. "What? Like the way you are with Lydia?" She retorted and smile smugly.
"That was different, okay?  I have liked Lydia since the first grade, you've barely known this kid for more than a month. I mean, I don't like her anymore. I'm over that," Stiles rambled, the skin on his tan cheeks tinting pink as his eyes widened, clearly not expecting his sister to go there. Though, as he knew very well by then, Sydney Stilinski was very unpredictable.
Sydney opened her mouth to say something, though the sound of a motorcycle engine revving in the distance cut her off, and her lips pulled into a sly smirk. Scott approached the house at a fast pace, and soon enough, the sound of his engine could be heard even by someone with normal hearing. Stiles cocked an eyebrow as he stared at his sister expectantly.
"Oh, yeah," Sydney said, smiling innocently. "What about Scott?"

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"Thanks for the ride, Scott." Sydney handed the boy his helmet before hopping off of the back of his bike, smiling thankfully. Though Stiles wasn't very happy about it, her brother finally allowed her to attend the annual Beacon Hills bonfire, but only if Scott promised to keep the girl in sight at all times.
Scott chuckled lightly, his voice barely audible over the loud music, even though he was practically screaming, "No problem." His gaze drifted over to the edge of the crowd, where Liam and Mason sat at a picnic table, a smirk playing at the older boy's lips. "What are you waiting for?"
Sydney cocked an eyebrow, though she couldn't help but feel some sort of energy already tugging her towards her two friends. "What about your promise?" she questioned.
Scott smiled- this time an actual smile instead of his usual, cocky smirk. "'Letting you out of my sight' doesn't mean that you have to be right beside me, holding my hand the entire time. I can still keep an eye on you from over there," he said and cocked his head towards the two boys once more. Smiling thankfully, Sydney immediately began making her way over to the picnic table. The smell of alcohol was strong as she passed by a group of guys, and she couldn't help but feel a bit thirsty. Placing her hand over her chest for dramatic effect, she decided to use a bit of her Stilinski-charm to win her a free drink or two.
"Man, I sure am thirsty!" she said loudly. Almost immediately, a dozen cups were held out in front of her, the guys who were holding them practically had drool hanging from their chins. Giggling slightly, Sydney took the nearest cup out of the guy's hand, filled to the brim with some clear, alcoholic liquid.
"Thanks." She smiled and took a swig of the drink, cringing a bit at the strong taste of vodka. She swallowed, the liquid burning her throat and filling her stomach with a dancing sensation, before she began heading towards Liam and Mason once more. She was completely aware that, as a werewolf, she was unable to get drunk, but that didn't stop her from drinking. She did it simply because she enjoyed the taste- some more than others, however. But she couldn't help but feel left out, as she would never know what it would feel like to be drunk, or to have her first hangover.  Sydney stumbled lightly over a few empty solo cups littered across the ground, though other than that, safely made it over to her friends.
As she approached them, she noticed that Liam was busy taking a huge swig off of a spiked bottle of Coke- too busy to even noticed her sitting beside him. She pursed her lips, shaking off the feeling of disappointment, and turning to Mason instead. Her and her best friend hadn't spoken all day, and she couldn't help but feel a bit guilty because of it.
"Hey." She smiled at her friend and took another swig of her drink, savoring the strong taste before swallowing it.
"Hey, why aren't you hanging with your date?" Mason asked and laughed as his eyes traveled over to the crowd of students dancing and stumbling around the bonfire. Sydney raised an eyebrow, a signal for her friend to further elaborate.
"We both saw you arrive on McCall's bike," he explained, wriggling his eyebrows in a teasing way. "You starting to go for the older boys now, huh?"
"He's not my date. Stiles wouldn't allow me to go unless Scott promised to keep an eye on me the whole time, so he was my ride here," Sydney said with a roll of her eyes, completely aware of Liam's gaze burning into the side of her head. Though, for some unknown reason, she couldn't find herself to look at him. Perhaps it was because she knew he was thinking the same thing Mason was- that Scott was her date to this bonfire.
"You're not gonna tell me to slow down?" Sydney's head snapped towards Liam as he spoke, expecting him to be addressing her. Though, instead, his gaze was now focused on Mason, as if she weren't even there. Throwing her now empty cup on the ground, she rested her chin in the palm of her hands, not even bothering to cover up the sigh that fell from her lips.
"Actually, I was going to say keep drinking," Mason responded with a shrug. "I think you should get drunk. And I mean stumbling down, fall on your ass, passed out with your face in a toilet drunk."
Sydney found herself smiling as Liam let out a high-pitched laugh, raising an eyebrow and looking at his friend. "Why?" he asked.
Sydney suddenly felt light-headed and stumbled a bit, leaning onto Mason for support. Her fingers ran over her glossed lips, which still burned with the fresh taste of alcohol, as she found herself thinking of the events of earlier that day. She found herself smiling and giggling uncontrollably at the thought of hers and Liam's little make-out session in the library, and for a moment, she was sure that what Derek had told her was wrong, and werewolves were actually capable of getting drunk. But, almost as quickly as the feeling of blissfulness had come over her, it was gone, and she was snapped back into reality at the sound of Mason's voice.
"Maybe then, when I ask you what's going on, you'll be too drunk to lie." Her best friend's gaze drifted from Liam over to her, his eyebrow raised and a look of seriousness stretched across his face. "Both of you."
Suddenly feeling extremely awkward, Sydney's eyes landed on the empty solo cup in which she had discarded on the ground, and she stood up quickly, stumbling a bit as she did so. "I'm going to get another drink," she announced loudly, pointing to the mass of students crowded around the bonfire. Rubbing her head as she felt the beginning of a headache coming on, she scrambled away from the awkwardness and tension that was hanging over Mason's head like a storm cloud. Though before she was even ten feet away from the boys, she felt a pare of arms wrap around her waist and the taste of alcohol in her mouth as someone pressed their lips against her, shoving their tongue down her throat. Pushing him a good three feet away from her, Sydney recognized him as the guy who had handed her the drink earlier. Drool was hanging from his lips, in which he wiped off with the back of his hand, and his eyes were bloodshot and shining with hunger. There was no doubt that he was wasted, and lunged towards her once more. She suddenly felt lightheaded once more, stumbling into the boys arms as his hands gripped her waist again. His fingernails dug into the exposed skin on her hips and she felt his lips run down her neck, biting her skin roughly here and there.
Her vision then went black, and the next thing she knew, she was in Mason's arms, her head lolling against his shoulder lazily as her vision slowly came back to her. The guy was on the ground, Liam on top of him and throwing punches left and right. His eyes were glowing yellow, though thankfully no one except she could see that, and his face was scrunched in a look of rage. The guy's nose was bloody and twisted at an awkward angle, and bruises were beginning to form around his eyes and across his face.
The last thing Sydney saw was two security guards tugging Liam off of the guy, who was beaten to a pulp and barely conscious, before her vision went black once more.