[ alisha has her own drink in hand. unlike stiles, she doesn't think of what could possibly be in the alcohol. she's too trusting of it — nothing is ever free in life, anyway, and when one is presented with a free feast, one goes for it. ]
[ she's standing near him, minding her own business, watching people. it's really boring, actually; this is something simon would do, stand off to the side, observe quietly and disengage from everything around him. her foot taps as she surveys the room for something … and she finds it. choking. right near her. ]
[ alisha arches her brow. ] You all right? [ it's a stupid question, but he was stupid enough to try and inhale his drink. ]
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[ she's standing near him, minding her own business, watching people. it's really boring, actually; this is something simon would do, stand off to the side, observe quietly and disengage from everything around him. her foot taps as she surveys the room for something … and she finds it. choking. right near her. ]
[ alisha arches her brow. ] You all right? [ it's a stupid question, but he was stupid enough to try and inhale his drink. ]