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#1 NETFLIX AND NO MORE CHILL (FOR PARTY / march 16th)
Ghoul doesn't have a ton of regular contacts around London, so who knows if anyone has even noticed his absence. He'd up and vanished on the 13th. Just disappeared from the face of the planet. But now, days later and in the middle of the night, he turns up on Party's doorstep.

And maybe not looking so great. He's hardly dressed for a chilly night, which would explain why he's got his arms wrapped around himself and his teeth are chattering. The boots are all right but there's not a jacket in sight, and the tatty ringer tee and skinny jeans aren't doing much to conserve the warmth in 40 degrees. It's the same outfit he'd put on back on Monday, in fact, but hell, who's checking. His hair is a limp mess, there are dark circles under his eyes, and he smells vaguely of mildew and stress-sweat. What a gross stray.

"Can I stay here?" He's spent enough time at the mill lately, thanks much.

#2 STICKER SHOCK (OTA / late march, various locations)
The wolves are up to a bunch of ignorant bullshit again. This time, it's a continuation of stealth testing. With a little less breaking and entering this go-around, because last time that hadn't worked out so well for Party.

Both of them are armed with sticker sheets, all in the name of friendly competition. The goal is to plant a sticker on an unsuspecting victim's back. Whoever manages to land the most stickers without being caught wins.

And everyone is fair game.

( for this prompt, specify in your subject header whether you'd like a sticker drive-by from GHOUL, PARTY, or EITHER! )

#3 THE SPRITES OF WRATH (FOR EAMES / late march sticker run)
The sticker exercise is going pretty well, actually, and it's even more fun than he thought it'd be. When he sees Eames in the distance on some random street, however, he gets a god damned brilliant idea.

He turns to grab Party, giving him a little shake. "Wait, wait, fuck the score, we're doin' a sudden-death thing right now." He points at Eames, explaining the terms as, "Whoever gets one on that motherfucker wins it, hands down. You try first." And with a grin, he shoves Party forward.

He ain't gonna get it.

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There are stranger things, she supposes as she reaches behind and pulls the pug sticker off her olive green parka. And she looks at him with a furrowed brow, a bemused grin threatening to tug at her lips.

"Is there a reason for this or are you spreading dog awareness or what?" she asks, not crumbling the sticker but putting it on her thermos instead. Much better.

There's a little quirk to his lip when she puts the sticker on her thermos. At least some people appreciate awesome stickers.

"Um, well... one, everyone loves dogs 'cause they're the best and two..." How does one explain a werewolf game to a stranger? It seems easy enough to just not bother explaining it at all. "I thought you were cute."

"Seriously?"

She raises her eyebrows, the two of them nearly disappearing beneath the swoop of brown hair that falls over her forehead. "I guess I've been ... hit on in worse ways," Allison concedes with a bob of her head. "I am a dog person, though. Never been one for cats."

He grins like an idiot, because anything that isn't a complete failure is a success in the world of flirting. "I have a complicated relationship with cats lately, but dogs are the best."

Really, it's just one cat, but Party's about ready to punt Mogget into the river.

"My name's Party."

Your name is Party? Not that this is something she would automatically blurt out. Names are names but that had simply been unexpected.

As far as flirting/nonflirting goes, bonding over dogs > cats is somewhat acceptable. Allison, though capable of a kind brushoff, gives him a chance. "Allison," she introduces herself with a light nod of her head. "What have cats done to offend you these days?"

"They're just kinda selfish, you know? Dogs'll come see why you're sad, but cats don't give a shit." Also they dole out orders Party doesn't want to follow and criticize his opinions, but he's pretty sure that will just make him sound nuts if he says it out loud.

Okay, that makes her laugh lightly as she brushes her hair away from her eyes. "I can't argue with that. Most cats I've encountered seem to only care about themselves. Dogs would probably do anything for you. Most things within reason." She isn't even talking about wolves! Dogs are clearly the best.

"I don't have any pets, but I kinda wish I did."

"Don't have much of a lifestyle for it, myself, but I've had some good experiences with dogs lately." He smiles and glances around. "Recently had a stray come around for a bit and he's real sweet when he wants to be."

With his focus moving back to her, he rambles on. "What kinda pet would you want?"

This seems to be the nature of Allison's fledgling friendships in London – random conversations struck up in various bustling public places. From a fireworks display to this random sticker incident. She supposes that she doesn't mind. Trying things out on her own gets, well – lonely.

"I think I'd like a husky," she muses, rubbing her chin. "a bit like wolves."

Haha.

"You like wolves?" Don't mind his eyebrows slowly inching their way up his forehead, but who doesn't like meeting a wolf enthusiast?

"They're kinda wild. Not everyone can handle a big dog like that." He hopes his grin is suitably flirty.

There is a nonchalant shrug of both shoulders as she replies cooly, "Wolves are pretty cool. I started learning more about them in high school."

Ha ha ha ha. Allison, you're only hilarious to yourself right now but that is okay. She's busy with her own in-joke and almost misses the way he's grinning at her.

"What? You're doubting me?"