Scott McCall & Open
It was a bittersweet moment for Scott to be at this party without Stiles. The Jeep was parked close enough that it served as a reminder of how he'd always expected to share this day with his best friend, but Scott tried to shake it off. Stiles had been miserable here. He'd kept saying he wanted to go home and Scott couldn't really blame him for that, even if he though being here was kind of nice sometimes. It felt like he had more chances to just be a regular kid here, even if he really missed his mom and his friends.
He sat near the fire, finishing off a hot dog and washing the last bite down with a long swallow of his drink and allowed himself a small smile as he looked around and what seemed to be a pretty good party. He was really glad he and Raf had decided to run with this. For everyone else, if not for himself.