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         ”But———— I wanted to learn…”

"Just...just be careful ok. You need to work up to it."

  "It’s run by some very good friends of mine. Not a bad place to mingle in when you’re new to Starling."

"That sounds like a blast actually. I need to meet some new people, my days are spent working and my nights with Netflix."

  "It was. Very good, Allison." Tommy grinned wide, leaning forward slightly from where he was seated in his wheelchair. "Have you been out to The Glades yet? There’s an excellent club down there that I think you’d love."

Allison smiled at him. "Actually I haven't yet. I think i know what club you are talking about though, everyone has been wanting me to check it out.."

  "Sure, sure." He gave her a smile before pausing. "Depends on how old you are, sweetheart."

"I'm 21 if that's what your asking." She said laughing. it was interesting, Allison moved to Starling for a new start and she ended up getting a really good job right off the bat. She figured she could celebrate. 

  "Hello, Allison. Pleasure’s all mine. Call me Tommy."

"Nice to meet you Tommy. I can't wait to start working with you. So tell me, what's the best thing to do in the city? I just moved here and I haven't gotten out much."

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  "Yeah, well. What are the odds a ‘damn killer’ is gonna come out and slaughter us? Probably super slim." Stiles’ eyes flickered about, taking in the scene. "Besides, it’s just a house. People sleep in houses all the time. This one’s just a little worse for wear." Stiles toed at the creaky floorboards, trying to bring some light to the situation. He lived for this — searching for dead bodies, investigating haunted houses… But that didn’t mean he wasn’t a little scared, too — or a lot scared. He looked over at Allison, a spark of curiosity lighting in his eyes. Coach was right; his interests were rather morbid. “Something actually happened here? Like a murder or something? Nah, never heard about it. Do you know?”

Rolling her eyes, Allison turned towards Stiles as she walked backwards. "A family died here Stiles." she said turnig around. The hallway looked like it was something out of a rundown hospital, and the rooms had furniture that was covered with white sheets. It was a place to stay out of the storm sure but why did it have to be this place. "They were hung in the backyard. No one knows what happened to the youngest child. though." She said. Walking into one of the rooms, she opened the closet and tried to look for some light. "We need some candles."

  "Oh, well. I got no idea."

"Well I'm Allison." She said holding her hand out. "I'm actually kind of new tot he city."