Motel California

[She's taken a couple of days to regroup. Between Allison that isn't Allison and Stiles that has no memory of them, or of home, she's had a lot to work through. Because the two of them are the two people she misses the most now that Dahlia has been around again. And she wishes they were there, whole. Because even though Stiles is-- everything feels so wrong with him.

So for the most part, she's been doing her best to avoid them. And pretty much everyone else. The only people she's been proactively seeking are Scott and her sister.

After two full days, however, she feels like she needs to do more. She needs to come up with a plan to help Stiles and-- she needs to make sure that Allison isn't just in the same situation as him. Because if she's somehow been kidnapped too and her memories were replaced, then she and Scott need to do something about it soon.

It's still early in the morning when Lydia makes her way over to the restaurant for breakfast. And about half an hour later, she heads for the library where she plans on spending the rest of the day with research.]

Room Spam; for Thomas or whoever would like to knock.
Alex had stayed up late reading in the library, and now was laid shirtless face down on his bed. His boots and jeans still on like he had just passed out half undressing on the pillow bear his head was his cellphone which had somehow not died it started playing a midi version of his favorite Eagles song. It was pushing 11am when the song started.

His hand reaching up for the phone. "Yeah?" he spoke as he flipped it open realizing their was no voice just the silence he pulled it back seeing the alarm screen. He forced himself to sit up, his hair full of static all around as he looked half asleep for his cigarettes on the bed.

"Tommy? You around?" He asked in a sleep thick tone.

Outside

He didn't bother with food he just got a cup of coffee from the restaurant and made his way outside. His strange jacket whipping in the breeze as he sat down on one of the steps ignoring the cold as he drank the rapidly cooling black coffee looking out at the mountains.

"You'd kill for this view you bastard." He muttered to himself thinking of his cousin, how he left him there in LA while he ran with Soda's car, he had tried not to think about the terrible thing he had done before getting here, but as the days passed the more he worried about the book. It was gone with his suitcase, even though the clothes from the suitcase were there. He sighed some taking another drink.

The Bar
It was around 10 when Alex could be found sitting on one of the stools at the bar, packing a box of cigarettes against his palm. "Come on, one more." He spoke over to whoever kept the bar. He had only had two drinks but it seemed as good of an idea as any. Pulling one of the cigarettes out he flicked his zippo open on his jeans and lit up as the next mug of beer was placed before him.

"This was a lot more fun when I was sneaking in bars under aged." He spoke as if anyone cared.

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