Clothing optional… Alcohol essential
"Hm, no clothes and alcohol?- Doesn’t sound like a very good ending."
“So I have a question to ask. I always wondered this. Do you women use their periods as an excuse to be emotional? I’m just curious”
Alissa shrugged. “Uh, I suppose they could be an excuse.” She smiled. “Unless people are really getting on our nerves then it kind of does have something to do with our period.- You know, I’ve always wanted to ask, when guys are dicks, do they blame it on their dicks?”
“Hopefully not my cause of death.” Stiles paused, taking the weapon in a moment. “Are… Are you an Argent?”
Alissa shook her head, placing the arrow back into her boot. “Why, yes. I don’t look exactly like Allison for nothing.” She smiled. “We’re twins.”
“A little too much,” He said, huffing a laugh. “Are you new to Beacon Hills or…?”
Alissa shrugged. “If you want to say that, I’ve been in and out of here.” She sighed. Reaching into her boot, pulling out a small arrow. “So, you know what this is?”
“Good! I miss you. It’s been a long time.”
Alissa smiled. “So I’ve been told- Missed you as well. How’s everything been?”
“Don’t sound so sarcastic, you have been missed.” He shook his head a little and then tilted it to the side. “What’s got you so stressed?”
Alissa shrugged, shaking her head. “Oh you know, teenage stuff.-Um, the towns’ new residents.”
“Alissa! I thought you died or something!”
"Nope, definitely not. Still alive and breathing, and frankly doing well."
“That’s my name, don’t wear it out. Haha, nice to meet you, Alissa.” Stiles smiled.
"Right— How much do you know about this town?"
yeah, i’m really unsure why I even try with roleplaying anymore, no one replies to me, i mean it’s like i literally don’t exist…