Who: Allison Argent and Vince Leone What: Stupidity of an entirely inappropriate kind When: Tuesday evening during the bonfire Where: Vince's apartment Warnings: TBA
If there was one thing that people generally learned in short order it was that Allison, Erica, Malia, and Lydia were a collective force to be reckoned with and tended to get their way on a lot of things. In this particular case, it was dragging Riley out to the bonfire. The other girls had convinced Riley, while Allison was the one who'd talked Vince around to the idea that he wouldn't have to worry if his daughter went -- she'd have her very overprotective friends around, just in case.
There was also the fact that her other friends consisted of a werewolf, a werecoyote, and a banshee, but that wasn't a thing Vince needed to know yet.
Allison was the last of them to head out to the bonfire, which meant that she was stopping by Vince's place to let him know -- and to reassure him that Riley would be fine. Not that she really needed to on either count, and especially because she'd already reassured him when she'd seen him earlier, but she got a little stupider around Vince Leone than she really should and it was only made worse by how solidly she was ignoring that fact.
Which was quite, quite solidly.
And it meant that she was knocking lightly at Vince's door, pulling her phone from her pocket to check it as she waited. Nothing, save a text from her father asking about grabbing dinner soon. Glancing towards the apartment door, she shot back a text -- Going to the bonfire tonight, maybe tomorrow? Text you later. -- and ran the fingers of one hand through her hair.