puppy love } { of boy scouts and bad news

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Parrish: But you are still under 21 and this is a 21 or older establishment.

Laura: I wasn't even drinking.

Bartender: [totally is not going to bust her even though he's already busted for not seeing through those pretty awesome fake IDs.]

Shelley: [who is totally plastered and says the following with a giggle] You gonna arrest me, Officer?

Parrish: [to Shelley] Sorry, ma'am, but yes. [looks at Laura] if you can pass a breathalizer, I will escort you home.

Laura: Put me through the whole thing. I'll pass it.

Shelley: [shouting this time] Hey, Katie! Office Pretty is going to arrest us.

Katie: [cheers] Yesssss, and you said we wouldn't have any fun here. [pointedly, at Laura]

Laura: [rolls her eyes] I swear I'm sober.

Parrish: [trying not to look amused] I think I'm going to need backup.

Laura: Probably.

Katie: [swings over and drapes her arms around Laura's shoulders] I always love handcuffs.

Parrish: [and he is going to call for his partner to come inside and help him, and bring the breathalizer kit with her]

Laura: [and in they come while Laura sits Katie down on the stool and proceeds to balance on one foot, touching her finger to the tip of her nose perfectly with each hand] Need me to recite the alphabet backwards too?

Parrish: If you can, you'd be the first one I could hear do it sober

Laura: [sighs, before in a sing-song tone] Z-Y-X-W-V and U, T and S and R and Q, P-O-M-N-L-K-J, I-H-G-F-E-D-C-B-A.

Parrish: You taught it to yourself.

Laura: Actually I learned it from a kids movie, but whatever.

Parrish: So do you need to prove your sobriety often? [smiles]

Laura: Have you met my friends?

Shelley: [holds out a hand, like that wasn't as sarcastic as Laura made it] Hi, I'm Shelley.

Parrish: Yes, we've met. [nods to his partner to take the two drunk girls]

Laura: [and she'll start rounding them up while Laura crosses her arms in front of her chest] So are you going to breathalyze me or not?

Parrish: [and he is going to hold out the straw] Breath into the tube.

Laura: [she will sigh and lean forward and hope her last beer was far enough away that it won't register, because it's definitely out of her bloodstream]

Parrish: [and he will look at the results] Well, you're not drunk, but there is a hint of alcohol. Which means you still have been drinking. [one eyebrow raised]

Laura: Or I've just been inhaling the fumes of this place?

Parrish: [just watching her] I could get the security cam footage.

Laura: And how will you be able to tell if it's ginger ale or if it's a beer? You could waste your time and run a blood test if you want, but I'm obviously sober and the sheriff will probably not approve of the waste of resources.

Parrish: [watches her a moment] What are you studying at... [looks at her sweatshirt] Berkley?

Laura: Psychology.

Parrish: [nods] Fine, consider this a warning. Wait until you're officially 21, or take your friends drinking at a place that's 18 to party, 21 to drink so you can get your ginger ale.

Laura: Fine. Can I take these idiots home or are you going to insist on driving me?

Parrish: No, your friends are getting arrested. They are drunk and under 21.

Laura: [sighs] So can I drive myself so I can bail them out?

Parrish: Yes.

Laura: Then I will see you at the sheriff's station. [and she will grab her keys and head to her car]

Parrish: [and he will just... enjoy watching her walk out a moment before going back to work]

Laura: [and she will drive to the station, leaning over the front desk to ask the person there] Do you guys take credit or debt for bail money?

Stiles: [turns the chair around, because he was waiting for Dad to get off duty] I think they take everything.

Laura: Plastic it is. Hey, Stiles.

Stiles: Hey Laura. Who are you here to bail out?

Laura: The drunken dumbasses I call my best friends that someone they've dubbed "Deputy Pretty" has decided to bust for underage drinking.

Stiles: Ah, you met Deputy Parrish. He's kinda by the book.

Laura: Yeah. When did you guys start hiring such boy scouts? Did Jacobs finally get too many sexual harassment complaints?

Stiles: He actually transferred here. [looks to the side, and then pulls the file folder out from behind his back and holds it out to her] He was in the army, and then was like the model cop.

Laura: Yeah, I noticed. He breathalyzed me.

Stiles: Were you drinking?

Laura: No.

Stiles: [grins] Well, seeing that you're not back in the drunk tank with them, I guess that's true. Not that there's anything wrong with drinking.

Laura: I had to talk him out of giving me a blood test.

Stiles: Technically they only do that if you're being convicted of another crime.

Laura: Uh-huh.

Stiles: [innocent smile, and then looks behind her] Hide the file.

Laura: [slips it back over the lip of the desk and onto the receptionist's desk]

Stiles: [and he will hide it behind his back and tucked up under his shirt.]

Parrish: [walks in] Ms. Hale. Stiles, you're in my seat.

Laura: Leave him alone, we were just chatting.

Stiles: No, I should go. You two... have fun. See you later, Laura. [stands up, motioning to the chair] Deputy Pretty.

Laura: [grins as she watches him go] Stay out of trouble.

Stiles: Always do.

Parrish: [sighs and shakes his head] Let me guess, bailing your friends out?

Laura: You're practically a mind reader.

Parrish: Well, I do study magic. [grins]

Laura: Charming. [sighs] How much?

Parrish: [lists off the figure] Each.

Laura: [she winces but she holds out her card all the same]

Parrish: I hope they will be able to repay you.

Laura: Oh, they better.

Parrish: [and he will speak into his shoulder walkie to have the two brought up front]

Laura: Thank you.

Parrish: No problem. I am just doing my job, after all. You realize that, right? [for some reason he wants her to know that it was that, and not anything more in trying to hurt her]

Laura: I know. [she does] I'm just not used to the deputies around here being such boy scouts.

Parrish: I guess that's why the Sheriff hired me.

Laura: Guess so. People usually hear "Hale" and cut me a little slack.

Parrish: [tilts his head a bit] I don't think I understand the reference.

Laura: My family is one of the oldest families in town.

Parrish: Oh. Now I see. Do you own the land?

Laura: We own the preserve, now. We sold off most of the rest, aside from a few things here and there.

Parrish: Wow. So I take it that makes you revered around here.

Laura: I wouldn't go so far as to say revered, but we get around.

Parrish: Well, you can start fresh with me since I'm new to town. I don't have any preconceptions of you beyond the fact you're a horrible lawbreaker. [smiles, teasing in a way]

Laura: [she laughs] Oh yeah. I'm such a menace.

Parrish: Who knows how many other laws you've broken. I'm going to have to keep an eye on you.

Laura: Too bad for you I'm not spending a lot of my time in town these days.

Parrish: Too bad.

Laura: Guess you're going to have to keep an eye on someone else.

Parrish: I haven't found anyone else interesting enough for that kind of attentiveness.

Laura: I'm sure you will. This town tends to have all kinds of interesting.

Parrish: So I've been told.

Laura: Think you're up for the job?

Parrish: I wouldn't have applied if I didn't think so.

Laura: Guess we'll have to see how you do.

Parrish: You'll just have to routinely check in when you're back in town and see.

Laura: Will I?

Parrish: Up to you, but you won't be able to see how well I'm doing without actually seeing it.

Laura: That is true. Or I could just ask Stiles to feed me information.

Parrish: I don't think he works for free.

Laura: Oh, he'll do it for me. [because unlike her sister, Laura isn't oblivious to the way Stiles looks at her sister]

Parrish: [nods] Alright.

Laura: This is Stiles, though. So he will give me the good, the bad and the ugly.

Parrish: There is no bad or ugly.

Laura: There is always bad and ugly.

Parrish: Not with me. I'm a boy scout, remember?

Laura: Even boy scouts have a dark side.

Parrish: Well, when I find one I will let you know.

Laura: Really?

Parrish: Yes. But to do that, I would need contact information. Like a phone number?

Laura: [laughs softly] I guess you would. Or maybe, you could just find me on Facebook first.

Parrish: I don't have a Facebook.

Laura: You don't have a Facebook.

Parrish: No. I never was into social media.

Laura: Well maybe you should try it. You might wind up getting sucked in like the rest of us.

Parrish: I'll think about it. [and next month there will be an Instagram account with Parking with Parrish pictures]

Laura: [she nods] I just don't usually give guys I just met my number. I prefer to get to know them first.

Parrish: [nods] Probably very smart on your end.

Laura: [she nods] College boys are an interesting breed.

Parrish: I went to the Army, so I wouldn't know.

Laura: Ahhh. Interesting choice.

Parrish: That's one way to describe it.

Laura: Hey, people are going to do what's right for them.

Parrish: That's true. [he would continue, but her friends are being led through the last room to Laura]

Laura: [she glances over and backs off with a small smile] Guess I'll see you around, Deputy.

Parrish: Looking forward to next time, Laura Hale.

Laura: [and with that, she will escort the two drunk idiots out to her car and back to probably her mom's house to crash]

Derek: [and he will not hit on his sister's friends for once]

Laura: [it's probably for the best, as they only really see him as her "cute" little brother]

Derek: [but he's focused more on flipping through his Facebook reading messages and posts and stuff]

Laura: [and once Shelley and Katie are safely asleep in Laura's bed, she'll swing back around to his door] How'd your game go?

Derek: Awesome, as always. We're in the semi-finals.

Laura: Nice! Good job.

Derek: I thought you were going to come and watch. [yup, staring at the screen still]

Laura: [sighs] Sorry. By the time we got down here, the game was already over. We left later than I wanted to.

Derek: [just nods] Yeah, I get it. [still disappointed]

Laura: [makes her way closer as she drops down onto the bed next to him] I'll make the next one, okay? Just me.

Derek: [tries to resist, but nope, leans into her] Promise?

Laura: Promise.

Derek: It's on Tuesday.

Laura: All I've got is one class in the morning. I'll be there.

Derek: And if we win, the finals will be on Saturday.

Laura: I can do that too.

Derek: Good.

Laura: Good. Anything new in school?

Derek: Not really. There's a new girl who started today... [which is what his Facebook feed is - her page]

Laura: [leans over to look and] ... Does that say "Argent"?

Derek: [bites his lip] Yeah. It means silver in French.

Laura: [yeah, no, that's not good] Be careful with her, Derek.

Derek: [and he looks at his sister fully] Why? Is there something I should know?

Laura: [deep breath] Remember Gerard? Mom tried to broker peace with him a few years back?

Derek: The one who almost killed Alpha Deucalion?

Laura: His last name was Argent.

Derek: [sits up a bit] That's.... but there are a lot of people with the same last names who aren't related, right?

Laura: Maybe. I don't know. But that's why I'm telling you to be careful.

Derek: I'll be careful. [but that wasn't cool] Laura, she said her dad was a gun nut.

Laura: Who's her dad?

Derek: She didn't tell me his name but I have a picture. [and he will go into Allison's photos and there is a nice family photo of Allison, her parents, and her aunt]

Laura: [scans the faces and she points to Chris] Him. That's Gerard's son.

Derek: Are we in danger?

Laura: I don't know. Chris is usually ... reasonable.

Derek: I could find out if her grandfather came to town with her.

Laura: Ask Mom about this first. These guys are dangerous - I don't want you to get in over your head.

Derek: I guess we should go down and tell her, huh?

Laura: I have been dealing with cops all night. You can go down and tell her. I am going to sleep.

Derek: With the cops?

Laura: We stopped for food at a bar and we got busted by one of the new deputies. It's fine.

Derek: Good job. [and he will slide out of bed]

Laura: Hey, I didn't get arrested.

Derek: Because you weren't drinking or because the deputy thought you were cute?

Laura: [shrugs as she gets up and heads back to her room] I plead the fifth.

Derek: So I take it that it's both. [going towards the stairs]

Laura: [flashes him a grin and disappears into her room]

Derek: [and he will go downstairs] Mom?

Talia: [is on the couch reading] Yes, sweetheart?

Derek: Laura says I need to tell you something.

Talia: [looks confused] What is it?

Derek: There's a new girl in my school and her last name is Argent.

Talia: [and then she straightens and it looks more serious] You're sure?

Derek: [nods] Laura looked at her picture on Facebook and said her father is Chris, and it's Gerard's son.

Talia: His son. Not his daughter.

Derek: [nods] Yeah.

Talia: [she nods slowly before taking another sip of her tea] Chris at least follows his family's code. He shouldn't cause any trouble if he is in town, but at least now we're aware.

Derek: Should I avoid her at school then?

Talia: Have you already been talking to her?

Derek: Kinda. [totally]

Talia: Don't make it seem as though you're avoiding her. We don't want to blame her for something that isn't her fault, and she might not even be aware of the family history. But be careful, Derek.

Derek: Maybe my being her friend could help? I could spy on the inside... know if something's coming our way?

Talia: [shakes her head] No. Don't give yourself a reason to be on Chris Argent's radar.

Derek: So... I guess hitting on her is out too then, cause that was kinda where I was headed...

Talia: Absolutely not.

Derek: [whines, disappointed]

Talia: Derek, we need to be careful with these people. They're dangerous. You know what her grandfather did to Deucalion. [there's a beat] You can be a school acquaintance, a friend at most, but no more than that.

Derek: Ok, Mom.

Talia: Good. [does she trust him? Not really, he's a teenage boy. but she'll give him a little leeway and hopes he understands the gravity of this]

Derek: [rubs the back of his neck, heading back to his room slowly]

Talia: Anything else?

Derek: No, that's it.

Talia: Alright. Goodnight, Derek.

Derek: Night Mom. [and he is going to go up to his room... and probably sneak out his window to go walk through the woods]

Talia: [sigh of course he is]

Derek: [and he is going to just find the tree he likes to perch in, looking down at the town and just thinking]

Cora: [goes to try and find him in his room and when he isn't there she heads out to the preserve to check on him]

Derek: [sighs] I'm up here.

Cora: [glances up] Why are you up there?

Derek: Thinking.

Cora: About what?

Derek: Things.

Cora: Things. [very helpful, Derek]

Derek: [sighs] There are hunters in town.

Cora: Where?

Derek: [slides out of the tree to land next to her] Allison Argent's family.

Cora: The new girl at school?

Derek: Yeah.

Cora: What did Mom say?

Derek: That I need to be careful.

Cora: She's right.

Derek: I like her, Cora.

Cora: I know. But if her family is out to get us than you need to be careful. It isn't just about you, Derek.

Derek: I know that, Cora. It's just... I don't know.

Cora: [sighs as she leans against the tree] Let me guess: you think she's different?

Derek: When I saw her walk into the room, I just...I felt something.

Cora: She's pretty. You're a teenage boy. I'm pretty sure every boy that wasn't Danny in that room felt something.

Derek: It wasn't like that, Cora.

Cora: Then what was it like? You've known her all of a day.

Derek: I know, and it's like I want to know her more.

Cora: Did Mom say you couldn't?

Derek: She said I could be her friend, but that was it. Only because I've already started to.

Cora: But she doesn't want you to date her.

Derek: She's not looking to date anyone right now. She's new and I think she'd moved around a lot.

Cora: So if she doesn't want to date anyone, and Mom doesn't want you to date her, then what's the problem?

Derek: [sighs, crossing his arms] Nothing.

Cora: [sighs] You're getting worked up over nothing. It's not like she's forbidding you from seeing her.

Derek: You wouldn't get it.

Cora: Why wouldn't I get it?

Derek: You barely even notice when a guy is trying to flirt with you.

Cora: Who wants to flirt with me?

Derek: You haven't noticed how much Stiles pays attention to you in like, the last three years.

Cora: [her gaze narrows] It's Stiles. He's hyperobservant about everything.

Derek: Seriously, Cora he got you three presents for your birthday.

Cora: He also can't make a decision to save his life.

Derek: [facepalms] Cora, really.

Cora: What?

Derek: This is why you can't understand.

Cora: [rolls her eyes] You know what, fine. Do what you want. But don't expect me to cover for you. Not when it comes to hunters.

Derek: [sighs] Cora...

Cora: No, forget it. [and she'll turn to head back to the house, because she was starting to feel like she was being made fun of, and she didn't like it]

Derek: [and he is going to turn and punch the tree because he could feel that he hurt her]

Cora: [but she's just going to climb back into her room and go back to the book she was reading]

Derek: [and eventually he will come home and go back to bed]