Scott McCall & Open Scott was glad Hope had decided to have a party. He'd gotten to know her a little when they'd all run together on the full moon and while he didn't know her super well, she seemed like a cool person. Definitely someone who deserved to have a good birthday and it was honestly nice to have something like this to do. It had been nice, being in San Fransisco, to be able to live life like a normal teenager who didn't have to constantly worry about his and his friends lives being in danger.
So, party. He hadn't had much trouble convincing Stiles to come and he was committed to having a good time at this thing. It didn't hurt that the food was amazing and that it was basically in New Orleans somehow. He still didn't get how the entire French Quarter was just here on the outskits of the city, but he also wasn't complaining. It was cool to actually have the chance to see it.
He'd lost track of his best friend after a quick trip to the men's room, but Scott wasn't worried. He leaned against the wall and just tried to look cool while he sipped his drink. The operative word here was tried.