She was on her way back to Boston after meeting up with Stiles on a messy case in North Carolina. She tries to tell him that she's not a psychic, that being a banshee doesn't mean she can magically tell whether or not a body is supernatural or caused by Monroe. Banshees are an early warning system, not a divining rod after the fact.
Still, she indulges him if only because sometimes there's some thread they can pull on. And sometimes Stiles just needs someone to talk a case through with.
What are friends for, after all?
She was intending just to head back to his apartment in DC and crash for the night before flying back to Massachusetts, but a torrential downpour caused a massive pile up on the highway, which diverted her to back roads that hand unfortunately been washed out, trapping her in this tiny town in the middle of nowhere.
She grew up in the tiny town in the middle of nowhere. Nothing good ever happened there.
But, she was starving and out of options, so she pulled off to the local bar, hoping to get a drink to stave off all the vibes that set off her death radar. Making her way inside, she pushes up onto one of the bar stools, sending Stiles a quick text to indicate she got delayed, before looking over to the bartender.]
i just watched let the right one in and i'm stealing the weather
She was on her way back to Boston after meeting up with Stiles on a messy case in North Carolina. She tries to tell him that she's not a psychic, that being a banshee doesn't mean she can magically tell whether or not a body is supernatural or caused by Monroe. Banshees are an early warning system, not a divining rod after the fact.
Still, she indulges him if only because sometimes there's some thread they can pull on. And sometimes Stiles just needs someone to talk a case through with.
What are friends for, after all?
She was intending just to head back to his apartment in DC and crash for the night before flying back to Massachusetts, but a torrential downpour caused a massive pile up on the highway, which diverted her to back roads that hand unfortunately been washed out, trapping her in this tiny town in the middle of nowhere.
She grew up in the tiny town in the middle of nowhere. Nothing good ever happened there.
But, she was starving and out of options, so she pulled off to the local bar, hoping to get a drink to stave off all the vibes that set off her death radar. Making her way inside, she pushes up onto one of the bar stools, sending Stiles a quick text to indicate she got delayed, before looking over to the bartender.]
Seven and seven.
[There's a beat, and her stomach rumbles.]
Also, a menu.