2015.08.11 - The Lion in the Gym

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*Liam and Ethan finally find Scott Howard. And then all hell breaks loose.*

August 10, 2015

Beacon Hills High School Gymnasium

**Beacon Hills - Public High School - Gymnasium**

*Entering the gym, one may be struck by the sheer size of it. The gym's perimeter is made up of a 400 meter running track for speed and distance training, or simply for laps of a disciplinary nature. Within the perimeter of the track is the main area, set up primarily as a basketball court, though easily modified for other indoor sports. The central floor area can actually open, splitting down the center and sliding aside to reveal a large swimming pool. Not Olympic-sized, of course, but large enough for any high school competition.*

*Wooden bleachers line the walls, which can be pulled out for various assemblies. Above these hang numerous banners with slogans of the usual machismo, as well emblems of the school to remind what the gym is being used for.*

Ethan Carver steps out of the locker room's shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, looking more refreshed than when he stepped in after a gruelling session on the lacrosse pitch. "You actually like this sport?" he calls back toward the showers, as he heads to his locker. "Tackling isn't even allowed!"

Liam Dunbar nods and says, "But Body checking is heck I had a broken ankle last year!" Its funny how easy it is to break into the school and use the locker rooms during summer, but coach doesn't really care. He was drying off as well and gave Ethan a quick peck then stopped tilting his head, "Hey dude, do you smell that? I'm new to this but ... smells familiar?"

Ethan Carver was just spraying his pits, but pauses to sniff at the air a few times. "What? I don't smell any--...Wait. Hey, I think that's the Teen Wolf!" Clearly excited, he makes a dash for the door, sniffing some more. "This way, I think."

Liam Dunbar normally would be the one that dashed into the gym in just a towel but not after staring at Ethan as he ran that way, so he's about a minute behind him and is putting on his shorts and shirt as he runs though he's still barefoot, "Hey dude wait up!"

Classes aren't in session at the moment... so the school is fairly empty for the most part. Probably a good thing, since Scott is here trying to avoid people and also work out some of that aggression that Prince Wolfie left him with. As well as sulk a bit. So the scents of a familiar wolf mingled with sweat and beer are pretty keen to those with a nose for it. And it's originating from the Basketball Court. Scott's here... wolfed out and in his 'Beavers' uniform playing basketball with himself. When the two members of Scott M's pack enter into the gym the Teen Wolf is mid-air, leaping to slam dunk the basketball and then hangs from the hoop for a moment. Reaching up to grab a can of beer from one of the 6-Packs hanging from the backboard.

Ethan Carver's damp feet slide a bit on the highly buffed floor as he skids to a halt. "Yo, Howard!" he calls, making sure his towel is secure. "Thank God you're okay, man. We've been looking for you all over town. Have you been hanging in the gym this whole time?" He slowly approaches, glancing back at Liam a few times. "Everything okay, Scott?"

Liam Dunbar has wet feet too, and slides right into Ethan when he tries to stop. He still has wet hair but he is at least mostly dressed, though he has to put on his shirt the rest of the way. He also has already pulled out his phone and is about to txt the other Scott. "Yeah man we were worried. You said people were out to get you and on their way here, and then you poofed!" He blinks and looks at the beer, "I thought we couldn't get drunk?"

Scott grabs one of the 6-Packs down and drops from the rim of the basketball hoop, landing in the classic 'Iron Man' kneeling pose. "My name's not Howard..." He reminds Ethan, as he sits down under the hoop and pulls a can free from the 6-Pack. He remains in his werewolf form though, even with the two new arrivals. Since well... they know about his secret anyway. "Not the whole time... had to get the beer." Scott offers as he bites into the side of the can with his fangs, sending a pressurized spray of booze off in two directions before Scott starts to drink from the wounds. "I left Beacon Town because of those people.... and now they might be coming here. And then that other jerk said others would be coming. I've endangered you all." Scott still seems pretty emotionally worked up over all of that.

Ethan Carver drops down beside Scott, reaching for a beer while shrugging to Liam. "Doesn't mean we can't drink it anyway." He cracks the can open, takes a long chug, then remembers to shift the towel so it's definitely covering everything that needs to be covered. "Look, Scott...Wait, what name should I be calling you? Either way, you're not endangering anyone. You're here, and we're gonna make sure you stay safe. It's sorta what we do. As for whatever's coming, it would have come whether you were here or not. It's the damned Nemeton, man. It's a weirdness magnet. So just chill and let us do our thing, okay?" He eyes Liam again, then pointedly looks at the spot beside himself on the floor, the invitation to sit fairly obvious.

Liam Dunbar finishes txting people and quickly walks into the puddle left from where was standing, and his wet feet fall into it and he trips landing face first between the other two. Yep that's Liam, of course he totally plays it off by rolling over and lounging facing Scott, "Everything will be fine man, though we're so going to have to clean up the beer puddles. I mean scoot starts soon."

Scott doesn't seem to be immune to the beer like the other werewolves... so you can all hate him now. Of course, his usual features also make him the least likely person to get away with buying the stuff... at least without a store owner who doesn't care or one he can influence with his powers. His shoulders slump just a bit as Ethan tries to convince him that he's not endangering everyone in town. "Don't lie... I can tell." Not that he was really checking, but he's so in a funk that he's convinced himself of it. "Nameton?" Scott asks as he glances up with a perk of his ears. "What the hell is a Nameton?" He just ignores this question for now and goes back to brooding. "Oh sure... just chill. Go cower in the corner while someone else deals with my mess." Scott crumples the first beer can goes for another, but pauses with a bit of a dorky smile at watching Liam's clumsy antics.

Ethan Carver gives his eyes a roll at Liam, letting out a small sigh, then suddenly brightening and saying with exaggerated cheeriness, "Gosh, you're pretty!" Then he shoulder-bumps Scott. "Screw that, man. You're gonna be helping us deal the the mess, whatever it is. This isn't the sort of pack where anybody sits on the sidelines. Even Stilinski gets a few licks in now and then, and his only real weapon is witty sarcasm." He chugs some more beer, wrinkling his nose at the taste. "Gah, you actually like this stuff? Tastes like piss. Not that I've ever...You know what I mean." He looks sideways at Scott then. "You ready to come back home and sleep in a bed, like a civilized wolf?"

Liam Dunbar backhands Ethan playfully, knowing now that he doesn't have to worry about accidentally hurting the other wolf. He does scoot closer to the hunky wolf but keeps his eyes on Scott. "If you want a pack we're here. If not well we're still here. Like Derek he's not pack but he helps us and we help him." He kinda leans into Ethan, "You're not alone anymore."

"A Stiles who isn't just into it for what he can get out of it.... this place makes no sense." Scott jokes half-heartedly as he just toys with the beer rather than opening it. "It gets a buzz on and kills your feelings. So it's good in a pinch." Scott offers with a bit of a grin. "I dunno man... I just worry about any of you getting hurt cause of me." Scott runs a clawed hand through his hair and sighs. "I wasn't alone before... but I wanted to protect people. So I tucked tail and boogied." Scott shugs his shoulders just a bit about coming back 'home'. "I suppose I can't hang around here being all wolfy... someone might see. And then Prince Wolfbutt will be back to wag a finger at me."

Ethan Carver finishes off his beer, then crushes the can and suppresses a belch. He's a guy, sure, but he's got some class. "We'll either get hurt, or we'll kick butt. Probably both. But none of it will be your fault, man. People came to Beacon Hills looking to kill us long before you showed up, and they're gonna just keep on coming, whether you're here or not. But don't sweat it, we can handle whatever's coming. McCall's a good Alpha. A -True- Alpha. He really cares, ya know? You're not gonna find a better ally, trust me. No really, trust me on that. I've looked." He stretches his legs out in front of himself, making sure the towel stays in place, then slides an arm around Liam's shoulders. The beer might not affect him, but he's feeling more mellow anyway, and that seems to translate to more affectionate as well. "Stick with us, Scott. We've got your back."

"I'll feel better when I get a chance to talk to this Alpha of yours." Scott offers to Ethan, not entirely convinced about it being okay. "Maybe you can arrange that... I think he was there the other night... but I wasn't in my right head." And Scott clearly still isn't since he seems to be so mopey about things right now. He does get up though, and leap up to grab the rim of the hoop to fetch down the other 6-Pack from it's hanging place on the backboard. Scott whewfs just a little bit while hanging. "Man, I could use a shower. But I better wait til I get back to your place." Scott drops back down to the gym floor and grins a bit at Ethan and Liam.

Ethan Carver cocks his head back to watch Scott leaping up to the basketball hoop. He's currently sitting on the floor not far from the basket, wearing only a towel, legs stretched out before himself and arm around Liam's shoulders. Liam, at least, is dressed, though like Ethan, his hair is damp from the shower. "Up to you, man. We just finished messing around on the lacrosse field. Liam's convinced I'll be joining the team this year, but...." He shrugs, knocking the side of his head lightly against Liam's. "That's not till spring anyway. You going out for basketball? You'll have to keep the fur on the down-low, ya know. But anyway, you can shower here or wait till we get home, either way. We were gonna order Chinese tonight, I think." He turns to Liam, cocking a brow. "That okay, Pup? Or did you want another pizza?"

Liam Dunbar groans a bit, "Got to go home for dinner tonight. Parents are getting ... well Parental they haven't seen me in days. So I have to make an appearance at dinner. Then I'll be coming over. I mean I can come over. I meaning you want me to." Smooth talker as always, He's dressed other than barefoot, typical teen clothes that were put on in a hurry, and his hair is a mess. "You're joining the team man. We need talent and well it’s the best way for you to come with us on away games. You know where we'd share a hotel room?"

"Oi! What's goin on out here?! Class an school are way ova! You betta have a good excuse fer--" He sets his blue eyes to fall upon Liam and Ethan. "Dunbar! Carver! You two gotta deathwish or summin?! You wanna get expelled?" he lumbers over toward them, "Who is this now?" the large man nods at Scott. He's wearing a pair of striped sports pants and a tanktop and sneakers. He hasn't done his first day as a teacher yet, but he's already playing the part. The huge man that is Brock Bryant, or rather Mr. Bryant as he'll be called when school starts up again, is 6'7" of blonde beefcake. Where did he come from? Well that's anyone's guess. He folds his arms over his chest and glares down at the boys, but then he smirks, "Whaddya think? Aye? Sure ta make the high school punks piss their pants right?"

"I'm kinda done with High School... but the gym called to me. Helped me get my head in to the right place." Even if he's still being a rather moody Teen Wolf. "So unless they need ... nothing from me .... I think finding a job is a bit more important. Not like I can mooch off your good will forever." Scott grins just a bit as he goes and grabs a towel laying nearby so he can clean up the sprayed beer. "Sides, I'm not the greatest athlete when I'm not the Wolf." Scott notes as he starts gathering his things up. "I'll be fine, I don't need a babysitter. You should go have dinner at Liam's place." Clearly this is the most logical suggestion in his head, though he's not thinking about whether Liam's parents are in the know about anything. Scott goes wide-eyed though when the huge Aussie just barges in on them... and him in his Wolf form. "Oh man..." Scott panics just a bit and flashes red eyes at the huge man and his voice resonances with a commanding 'Alphaesque' tone. "I'm uh... the new mascot working on my routine... just leave and forget you saw us." He's a bit drunkish and intimidated... and never really tried this on another shifter. Not that he's aware that Brock is one.

Ethan Carver scrambles to his feet when he hears Brock's voice, and of course, his towel slips right off, leaving him bare. Which is only fair, since he's seen Brock in a similar condition recently. "Holy crap! What're you doing here?" he demands, making no attempt to cover himself, though he's also not wolfing out. "Gah, are you just -everywhere-? This is our school, man! You can't just storm in here being all...." His voice trails off as he looks Brock over a few times. "Are you...a teacher here now?"

Liam Dunbar sighs and is supposed to be all dorky not Ethan, and stands up with Ethan and hands him the Towel, "School doesn't start for a few days, And Coach lets us use the locker rooms to store our gear and practice whenever. " He doesn't seem that afraid and actually seems a lot more mellow than the last time they met. He does step in front of Scott just to be safe and meeps at the alpha voice, though it doesn't have nearly the same effect as McCalls does on him.

Might become aware to Scott that Brock is SOMETHING as he attempts to use that commanding presence to influence him. This is the second time that Ethan and Liam have seen this happen, so they might get the jist that something is up with Brock and powers used. Do powers work on him? At all? Or is it something else. But it has to do with his hair, for sure because as Scott's alpha powers wash over Brock, his blond hair glows golden for a second. That mantle mane of protection shrugs off the force of influence, Scott might know that Brock knows that he did it, because those blue eyes lock kinda intensely onto him and a small frown. "Mmn. Ya can do it too, aye? Not as strong as Scooteroo's, but ya got that alpha influence fer sure." Brock's pretty casual about it. No harm done, he's not gonna bite Scott's head off or anything. He looks at Liam and Ethan, "Yeah. Ah'm the new gym teach, an assistant lacrosse coach. You'll be seein' alotta me from now on. I was just givin you blokes a bit of a hard time." Brock uncrosses his arms, and he takes a serious look on his face, "Listen. Ah know that there is some newness with Liam, an ah'm not sure where you are with the whole thing Ethan. An' this guy here I know nothin' about. But I'm gunna ask that ya be real careful with what ya are, mm?" He darts his eyes at the boys, making sure to make eye contact with them all. His tone is one of very genuine concern. And while he isn't that much older then him, it's very big-brothery. "There's people that hunt and kill our kind for various reasons. They're nothin to take lightly. Ah don't want anythin' ta happen ta any of ya, got me?"

"We need to get you some pants..." Scott says idly to Ethan... shaking his head a bit. "I... uh... guess you all know each other?" Scott offers when his commanding tone seems to just wash over Brock with no effect. So Scott actually shifts back to his human look, rubbing the back of his head some. He offers a bit of a nervous grin at Brock and shrugs his shoulders. "You can't fault me for trying. But pleased to meet you, Coach." Scott offers his hand to Brock as he steps up next to Liam. "Scott." He offers his name, though doesn't really go into details or offer his last name. "I know about all that. I came out here because of all that. Didn't expect to run into weirdness central though."

Ethan Carver takes the towel from Liam, quickly wrapping it around his waist. "We were just leaving," he says to Brock, as he casts quick looks to first Scott, then Liam. More softly, he mutters, "He's a cat. Lion, I think. Weirdness Central, all right." He gives another sigh, looking back to the newest coach. "So I guess we'll be seeing a whole lot of you." And he can't help but grin wickedly as he adds, "And you'll be seeing just about -all- of us." He adds a brow-waggle, because sometimes being an ass is more fun than not. His tone sobers again, however. "But thanks for the concern, Coach. Good to know you're on our side...sorta-maybe." Because Brock's true affiliations have yet to be firmly established, even if his story has earned Ethan's sympathy.

Liam Dunbar just looks sheepish, but something has definitely changes about him, he has his arm wrapped around Ethan and he seems well more mellow and dopey than angry and dopey. He nods, "I'm working on it.. and yeah thanks. Man i need to get home..." He looks at Ethan and thinks a moment hrm time to get dressed and the kissing and the jokes, then get to the bike then be dropped off a block away to keep up appearances.... yeah better just run. "See you later tonight?" Then he looks at scott, "Both of you?"

"Another Scott? What, are all ya American alphas named Scott?" Brock does take Scott's hand to shake. Or rather the way Brock shakes is more manly, since he goes by the forearm. So he grips Scott's forearm, and now THIS Scott gets a taste of his normal strength that isn't so normal. He doesn't squeeze hard enough to hurt him, but from what it feels like, Brock had to pull back to NOT hurt him. He seems to have the awareness and thought to not forget how strong he is. "Nice ta meet ya, Scooteroo number two. Name's Brock Bryant. Ethan's got it right. Kinna like you blokes, but I'm a lion. Alpha myself. Jus got some differences with it comes ta certain things. If yer a friend of the other two, then if ya need anythin, just let ol Brock know, aye? Took a bit of a shinin ta these boys. Gotta look out for em, yanno. Oi, for I forget. I got this book that could be useful. S'got just about any supernatural whatever in it. Tells bout their history, strengths, weakness and the like. Should check it out sometime."

"Well, you'll be seeing just about all of them. I'm not really a student anymore. And unless you really do need a mascot.... I'm not really going to hang around a High School like a creepy pervo." Scott just grins just a bit, though he blink st Brock when he drops that 'Scootaroo' thing once again. Scott glances back at Liam and Ethan. "Why don't you two go have dinner, like I suggested. I can just crash at Ethan's til you guys are done." He blinks though as Brock fills him in more on what he is. "Seriously, a Lion Werewolf?" Scott looks a bit skeptical.... but he did seem to shrug off the whole voice thing. Plus Scott doesn't know how well it works on other shifters anyway.

Oh no, Ethan isn't letting Liam get away that easily. He grabs the smaller teen, pulling him close for a long, deep kiss. "Gonna stay the night?" he whispers, though he's sure both Scott and Brock will hear him anyway. He finally releases his hold on Liam, flashing his cocky grin. "I'll leave the back door open for you, so just come over whenever you can escape the Parental Jailers." He shoots an almost panicked look to Scott then, quickly shaking his head. "Nah, I don't think his parents are ready to meet me yet." And he certainly isn't ready to meet them! "We'll just order in Chinese or pizza or whatever. Maybe give McCall a ring, see if he wants to come over and talk to you." He pauses, glancing between Brock and Liam. "Oh yeah. I'll be joining the lacrosse team this year. Mostly for the away games." He grins again, giving Liam a knowing wink.

Liam Dunbar blushes and this time doesn't jerk away, after all, everyone here already knows his secrets anyway. He leans in and kisses Ethan hard on the lips deepning it, "I'll try babe if not I'll give you a txt. Parents might do the stupid family night thing on me since school's about to start." He then grins and as he goes to run to get his bag and shoes he gives Ethan's back door a quick squeeze then waves at the other two and.

Brock chuckles, "Joinin the ranks, aye? Glad ta have ya on board. We're gunna hit nationals this year for sure." He winks a blue eye at Ethan. "Hm?" Brock questions, looking at Scott. "Nah. Not a lion werewolf. Werelion would be more accurate." the large man handwaffles a bit, and takes a step back. He cracks his neck from side to side for a second, and with no effort or pain, he smoothly shifts himself. The large man doesn't change into a gigantic towering lionman, but a full blown, really impressive male lion on four legs. He's got this shifting thing down very well. An experienced shifter to be sure.

"Woah..." Brock gets all of Scott's attention now that he's all giant freakin' lion. Poor Ethan and Liam are just like... lost to the background as Scott takes a few steps backwards and evoking Liam, stumbles and lands on his ass. He's dressed in his Beavers Baskeball uniform (in case Stiles is joining), and smells quite a bit of beer. Which is due to all the beer cans scattered around. "Holy... woah.... Crap." Scott just is torn between surprised and astonished.

Ethan Carver grunts a bit as his towel-wrapped tush is squeezed, flashing Liam that cocky grin again, before turning to the others again. "Guess I should get dressed, so we can get going. Just gimme a minute." And he's just turning to follow Liam when LION! "Holy crap!" he cries again, stumbling back a few steps. At least his towel stays in place this time. "Man, warn a guy before you do that!" He's wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, hair still a bit damp from a recent shower, and there's a hint of beer on his breath, though not nearly as much as Scott.

Liam Dunbar was almost gone but he runs back to blow one last kiss and he sees a lion and the lion is facing scott. Without thinking he charges forard does a fancy slip and is wolfed out,standing between his boyfriend and the lion, And even manages a Roar, a small one but it was a start.

Stiles was on his way to the school, following up on Liam's text. He wandered the hall a bit, lost in thought, and was just about to text Liam when he heard that *howl*.

So, a moment later, Stiles comes barreling into the room, arms loaded with the first weapon he could find--a fire extinguisher--which he heaves at Brock with all his strength! And, perhaps surprisingly to those present, it actually sails, fair and true, with impressive power behind it for a non-shifter, and flies straight at Brock's head.

Meanwhile, Stiles shouts, "*Howard*! Get your werewolf ass *out* of there!" Poor Stiles. He's got the complete wrong idea. But he's trying to hard to help.

And of course, that's when the crap really hits the fan. Cause Scott wasn't in danger... he was just surprised as hell at the big ass Lion who was a moment ago a man. But then Stiles comes running in and shouting... and pitching fire extinguishers at heads. And Scott just leaps back to his feet and reshifts back into his 'Teen Wolf' form and tries to knock the fire extinguisher out of the way before it hits Brock. But he's a bit slow and stumbly cause he's drunk and there's a good chance that if he avaoid the fire extinguisher, he's gonna have a wolfman on his face.

Brock was not expecting for things to jump straight into chaos. Surprise he expected, and maybe the stumbling, but Liam's overreaction and Stiles making an appearance to throw a fire extinguisher at him... no. Needless to say, in all of this mess, Brock, who is a lion wearing clothes, like some little girl dressed him, receives the force of that object clocking him square in the head. Not too much of a problem, but it kinda startles and stings a little. Making his lion-face wince. Looks like Scott didn't make it... What follows is a roar from the lion. It's not a normal kind of roar either. This is where the group discovers the actual power behind the werelion's roar. It's not JUST sound. It's sonic sound. It's actually physical! It pushes out from him like a shockwave, a sonic boom to be exact, sending objects and probably even people flying back from the force. Brock shakes his maned head vigorously and his body shifts and returns to his human form, with his head hanging, arms holding up his body. "Bloody hell! REALLY mate?! Fer the love of--" Growling in a light bit of frustration, Brock lifts his head, the red of an alpha within them, but it fades away back to blue. He pounds a fist on the floor and then jumps to his feet, "Alright, first thing you blokes gotta learn is some self control! This is gettin outta hand!" he barks firmly. He's not pissed, just a little frustrated. He just got clocked with a fire extinguisher.

"Crap, Stilinski!" Ethan shouts, and unlike the others, he doesn't shift, though he does leap in an attempt to intercept the flying fire extinguisher. Unfortunately, he leaps at almost the same moment Scott does, and the two slam into each other mid-air. WHAM! Ethan ricochets off, rolling along the floor a few times before jumping to his feet. And miraculously, his towel stays on! Giving his head a shake and rubbing the back of his neck, he tries to position himself between Stiles and the lion, holding up his hands. "Everybody just chill!" How does McCall handle this uncoordinated pack? To Stiles, Ethan growls, "That's Coach Bryant. You know, the lion guy we met the other night?" To Scott and Liam, he calls, "And shift back, geez!" Silently, he thanks whatever God is out there that he's not an Alpha anymore.

Liam Dunbar Blinks and is so confused but that roar shifts him back to human automatically at the aplha roar. He then hides behind Ethan and looks scared with his back pack over his shoulder and a clueless look on his face. "What huh what happened?" He says with that patented scared Liam look on his face. "Stiles?" he was soo confused now.

Well, first Stiles feels good that he's helping. Then he feels terrified that he just threw a heavy object at a massive were-lion's head. Then it hits, he has a momentary flash of satisfaction--and then he's sailing through the air to land sprawled on the the ground, staring up in wide-eyed surprise at all of this. Ethan's words reach him hazily, and as he sits up, he rubs his head, calling out, "Wh-whaa? Coach? But he was, like, about to eat Howard!" It seems that, sonic book or no, Stiles is okay. Just... looking even goofier than his usual average. By quite a fair margin. He raises a hand to wave at Liam dazedly. "Hey, Pup," he greets.

Poor Scott. This is not his night. Between his sulking and drinking and the other problems on his mind. He's also now trying to defend the Werelion from a flying fire extinguisher attack from Stiles. And then he's getting slammed into by Ethan and then thrown backwards from the brunt of the Werelion's roar. Shifting back to human form even as he cracks his head on the bleachers. His entire body going all ragdoll and splayed out on the ground. "Owwwww.... number of that.... bus." Scott offers half-heartedly as everything goes black for now.

Ethan Carver stabs a finger in his ear, jerking it back and forth a couple times. "Can we all just stop howling and roaring, before we attract every hunter in the county?" He takes several deep breaths, trying to keep himself from shifting now. Wrapping an arm around Liam and drawing him to his side seems to help. "Let's all just...When did I become the reasonable one? You guys are gonna ruin my bad boy image. Stiles. Coach Bryant was just telling us that he's our new gym teacher and assistant lacrosse coach. And showing us his full-on lion-liness. Liam was just about to head home for dinner with his folks, and I was about to get dressed. Oh, and we found Scott." In case that wasn't obvious. He looks in Scott's direction and realize the kid's down for the count. "Who it looks like I'll be carrying home to sleep it off." He rubs the back of his neck again. "Are we all caught up now, or did I forget something?"

This just went from bad to pretty bad, and Brock's frustration continues. His accent gets so bad that the words he strings together, filled with swear words, are too difficult to follow, unless you're an Aussie yourself. He marches over to a downed and blacked out Scott, and the large man scoops him up off the ground, and takes him over to Ethan, "Fer once, yer the only one that's kept his head in the game." he tells him as he hands Scott off to him firmly. He jumps around on his feet, turning to face Liam and Stiles, "You!" he points a finger at Liam, "Dunbar! Before the season begins. Before ya even get yeurself back on that field, you an me are gunna spend some time trainin together. Get yer alpha's permission, cause yer gunna learn how ta meditate. Get yer brain ta link up with ya reflex. Ain't gunna have ya rippin into somebody cause ya can't keep yer wolf in yer pants when the moment gets hot." He whips his hand to point over at Stiles, "You! Stilinski... You pick that up and go put it back." Brock points firmly to the fire extinguisher. "Consider yerself lucky. An ah wanna see you at tryouts front and center when football season hits."

Liam Dunbar is actually more in control than he ever has been, that was the first time he wolfed out on purpose, he saw a lion about to eat his boyfriend! " He then growls at Brock. Okay he might be the newest int he pack and half that new werewolf smell, but he wasn't about to start taking orders from a lion thing. He doesn't wolf out though his eyes to glint for a second before he closes them briefly to stop it, "If you want me to do shit talk to Scott. ER McCall. And if he tells me to I'll think about it. Only 2 people get to tell me what to do. And that's My dad and Scott.. Okay And Ethan... And my mom.... And teachers at.... Well you're not my Alpha I mean and um I" Liam looks helpless apparently completely lost in his train of thought.

Stiles gingerly picks himself up, groaning, and glances warily over at Brock. He pauses to call back to Liam, "Relax, dude. He told you to ask Scott first, so it's not like he's asking you to do anything wrong." He grips his shoulder, rolling his arm exaggeratedly, and shoots Ethan a *look*. Then he starts forward, slowly, and regards Brock with another uneasy expression. "Right. Tryouts. I, uh, guess I'll make sure to be there, then. Coach." Well, at least nobody's trying to bite his head off or anything.

Ethan Carver grunts softly as he takes Scott in his arms. Not that Scott is particularly heavy, but grunting seemed the most appropriate response to the situation. "Liam, grab his stuff, wouldja?" He nods toward the still-unopened beer cans, because he's not about to leave that behind, then heads for the locker room again. He still needs to get dressed before he can carry the blushing bride home and over the threshold. Over his shoulder, he calls to Stiles, "Let McCall know we found him? He'll be sleeping it off at my place, if you guys wanna come over later." He pauses for a moment just outside the locker room door, then turns back again. "And if you're inviting the whole gang for a party, I expect nice hostess gifts. Just because I don't have parents looming around doesn't mean it's a Roman orgy whenever you guys feel like it."

Liam Dunbar follows even though he's so going to be late and is stil trying to work out where his logic went wrong. He grabs the cans and puts them in a spare bag and hands them to Ethan. He can't help whisper t him, "Is it a roman orgy any time *I* want it?" Yep he's definitely getting over his issues with Ethan. He then kisses Ethan on the forehead, "Hope to see you tonight?"

"Yeah?" Brock looks up challengingly at Liam. He looks like he is gonna snap at him for a second, and give him rebuttal, but then he just sighs. "Alright, don't make me be a dick about this..." he appeals to Liam while shaking his head, "Got a responsibility ta keep the team winnin, an ta keep em safe. Finnstock don't know about ya I'm gunna guess, so he don't know what ya can do. He also don't know how dangerous ya are if ya lose that lil temper of yers. Now..." Brock moves, his large body strolling toward Liam, and he comes to stand and pretty much tower over him. His hands are clasped behind his back, so Liam doesn't get any ideas that he might be intending to attack him. Brock seems to know all of the body language etiquette for this feral stuff. "Blackmail ain't normally my style. Ah prefer the direct approach. But if ya don't do as I say, get Scott's permission ta have some personal trainin with me before the season starts? Ah jus might have ta have a little sit down with Finnstock and talk about who's sittin on the bench and why. An believe me. Ah can be VERY convincin. Be a pal and dun make me do it, aye?" Brock lifts a brow at the boy. He then sighs again, moving to go pick up the stuff he knocked over from roaring, muttering while he does.

And then, there's an LJ, opening the door to the gym with a stack of papers in one hand and a folder under the arm of the other. Well-dressed, of course, and very official-looking. A single brow raises, and he just looks at those assembled, perplexed. He doesn't say a word, but his thoughts are clear in his expression: "Do I even want to know?" or alternatively, "You folks are very loud." Pick your favorite.

Stiles is left to retrieve the fire extinguisher, which he hefts with a bit more effort now that his adrenaline has calmed down, and then turns to carry it back out of the room and return it to its normal place. Clearly feeling sheepish, for once he's left without a witty line or anything. All he manages is to shoot Ethan an awkward, apologetic look, and then steps out the door to put the extinguisher back in the hallway where it belongs. As he passes LJ, he offers a tight smile... but says nothing. Nope. Nothing to see here. Move along.

Ethan Carver grins at Liam, eyes sparkling with affection. "Roman orgy, English tea party, teddybear picnic, whatever you want, babe. But just so you know, I'm not wearing lederhosen, no matter what we're roleplaying. Those things look dorky as hell." Then he leans down to steal another quick kiss, before Liam is drawn away by Brock, and Ethan slips into the locker room. Still carrying Scott, of course, as well as a bag containing beer cans.

Liam Dunbar can't help it his eyes flash again, "Don't threaten me. Not ever." His voice lost that usaly dopey quality that was there and didn't even have its cocky aspect it was pure menace, which coming from a 5'4 teen wouldn't normal be intimidating, but this kis is built as heck and is a werewolf, "I'm going to pretend you didn't say anything. And that *YOU* will ask Scott to ask me. " His eyes keep glowing, and his claws were out he was digging them into his hands to keep the change from going any further. Don't threaten a kid with IED... Its just not a good idea.

When they are joined by LJ, Brock has to wonder who *isn't* at the school when they aren't supposed to be. He's guilty of this himself, but it's going into party time! Brock looks up with a raised brow and smirks, the large dude striding over to him. In a display of how cats are weird with each other, Brock leans his maned and bearded faced down to firmly bump his forehead to LJ's, and give him a cat rub in greeting. The action is pretty out of sorts for human behavior, and much more animal. The greeting is interrupted when Liam goes to continue the little debate. Brock's eyes open and he gives another exasperated sigh through his nostrils. He never had this much of a problem with his little brother. Brock is wiping his hand over his face as he comes to turn to face Liam. Stress pretty evident. When he opens his eyes to look at Liam, Brock is smiling with one of those 'I'm smiling like this because I'm trying to be nice, but I really wanna bop this kid on the head' smiles. "Yah pretend what you want, pup. Ah'm not yer alpha, that's true. But ah AM an alpha. An ah know a lot more bout what *I* can do than you know bout yourself. Now I'm kindly offern ta help ya with that, cause I'm good at it. And outta respect ta Scott, I'm restrainin mahself from thumpin yer ass. Inna wild? I'd have already done asserted my dominance. But I'm tryin ta not be THAT guy." Brock sucks his teeth a second, "Yer arrogant youth is rapidly makin me reconsider this stance. My declaration still stands. Let's just be diplomatic about it aye? Take the civil route. If ya don't complay? I'm gunna have ya benched. If ya think ya can take me? Go ahead and take a swing. But ya remember... ya threw the first punch." Brock stares him down. "Stilinski!" He calls to the departing Stiles, "How bout ya talk some sense inta yer friend here for me?"

LJ doesn't seem to mind the cat-greeting, and even returns it, though it doesn't crack his composure. He still wears that extremely perplexed-to-skeptical look, and exhales sharply, with a puff. OK, he seems to say to himself, walking into the gym proper, and striding right over to the Liam-Brock tango. "Violence on pause for just a moment, please," he says, with the most arid of deadpans to the pair. "Take this, if you would," he says to Brock, extending the file to him. "Hello Liam," he says to the boiling teen. Polite! Then, back to Brock "Administrative paperwork. It's yours to sign. It needs to be done tonight. I appreciate it." Then, he turns to hand one of the fliers to Liam, "I'm making a request," he says to the young wolf respectfully, the words touched with mental magic, but only very subtly so. Just a little nudge, to quiet Liam's rage. "Please take this into the locker room and place it on the door, as a favor to me. They need to go all over the school, if you'd enjoy helping. I'd really appreciate it." Wacky Panther Wuju! He then smiles, genuinely, leaves a stack of fliers on a nearby bleacher, and then promptly exits.

Liam Dunbar seizes up on the excuse to leave and literally runs away so he doesn't hurt one and runs to the locker room where he slaps the flier up then runs to the showers turns them on full cold and stands there trying to not break them. Big deep breaths mild cussing and cold water still in full clothes... Then he remember and he calls out his werewolf voice, "Ethan HELP." Before going back to clawing on his hands to keep himself from doing stupid shit.

The truth of the matter is, Brock has and is showing great restraint since the very beginning. If he were his father, or some other alphas, he would have dove well into the violence right now, not even giving any of them time to react. He would have long used his alpha presence to force them. But Brock has so far proved his show of respect to another alpha by not really using his powers on them... well... intentionally. The roar thing was sorta an accident. Even now he is holding and hoping that this does not escalate further, for fear of having to possibly cause harm and making other people mad for doing what is natural of him. So when LJ hands him off a file, and moves Liam away to a task, Brock exhales in relief. "Brodie'd a charmed it right outta him." Brock mutters, a large hand scratching the back of his head. "Gotta have a chat with Scooter. Bitta one on one." he watches the teens go, then remembers, "Oi! Where the hell'd LJ go?!"

Ethan Carver had just gotten his shoes on when he hears Liam barrel through the locker room, and soon after, the shower starts and Liam is calling for help. Without even thinking, Ethan rushes into the shower, sliding to his knees and wrapping the smaller wolf in his arms. So much for dry clothes. They can both put their smelly lacrosse gear back on later though. "Sh, calm down, Pup," he says, pitching his voice as soothingly as he can. "Deep breaths. Remember the stream, the cold water on your toes. Just relax. What's got you so worked up this time?"

Liam Dunbar takes a few deep breaths but all it really took were those arms around him. He smiles and kisses Ethan on the cheek, anything more and he would probably wolf out again. Then he looks down at his watch and goes, "Shit. Hun Love you gadda go I'm late for dinner!" And he tears out but out through the other door that goes directly to the Lacrosse field and then dries and he runs the 3 miles to home.

About then the door opens and Stiles peeks back in. Seeing only the coach around, he puts on a serious face and walks up to him. "You know," he declares with a show of confidence he doesn't even come close to feeling, "You shouldn't push the kid around like that. He's still a very new beta... just learning control. And he's got anger issues to boot." He folds his arms across his chest and fixes Brock with a firm... well... look. It's not a glare or anything. Quite. "So, yeah. You're the big scary alpha daddy. And you're our coach. But those are my friends, and I will *find a way* to make anyone who hurts my friends pay." He puts on a little smile then, adding, "Y'know. Just so we're clear." He hardly even seems himself right now, too grim and dour... but it's been a really long week. (Oh, god. Is it really only Monday? ...Dammit.)

Brock closes his eyes, the large man sighing, "Yer loyalty ta yer friends is somethin ya should never give up. Ya SHOULD feel that way bout it. What ya jus gave me bout the kid an his problems? Is an explanation; not an excuse. "Stead'a worryin about what *I'm* gunna do when the kid puts me an himself in a situation, ya should be worryin bout how ta KEEP him from those problems, and not enabling him because of em." Brock stands and crosses his arms over his chest, shaking his impressive mane of hair, "Not everyone is as restrained as me. Lotta guys close ta my kinda strength that I know wouldn't think twice about rippin the kid's throat out cause he can't get a hold of his anger. Or he ain't got friends to keep him from actin on it." He hitches a thumb back towards the bathroom, "When kids make mistake, cause of poor impulse control, and someone gets hurt by it, there's gonna be raised emotions and frustration. But what we have as a responsibility as authority figures is ta seize control of the situation. Ta take charge an correct. Think about it Stiles..." Brock holds up a finger, "If we're at a game, and we're on the field, the crowd screamin, the lights all on em, his adrenaline pumpin, the smell of violence and tension in the air, callin ta that unstable beast inside em. And let's just say, for an instant, one of the opposing team's members ain't quite the sportsman, and does a little somethin that tugs at those wolfy feels, and because Liam there, ain't got his self right, goes all wolfshit and jumps on this guy, tearing em apart in front of everyone. Cause he can't even hold himself together when his coach took a tone and got a little firm with em before about gettin em ta learn control. Aye? Bring a little perspective?"

And just as quickly, Ethan is alone again. And his clothes are drenched in freezing cold water. Getting to his feet, he shuts off the shower, then casts his eyes heavenward with a classic 'Why me?' expression. Shuffling damply back to his locker, he suddenly remembers why he puts up with all of Liam's antics, a grin forming as he mutter, "Gosh, he's pretty." At least his shirt is still dry, since he hadn't gotten around to putting it on yet. And his leather jacket, that's still dry as well. Once he's toweled off as best he can and fully dressed, he makes his way back to the gym to see if there's any more drama he can get himself into the middle of. Because he's still conscious, so obviously he hasn't had enough drama yet.

"I don't think," Stiles says, shaking his head, and folds arms across his chest. The tension is visible in his whole body. "I don't think I really explained that well, *Coach*." He bites out the last word as though, for some reason, taking it personally. "I *know* Liam has problems. I'm not even against you benching him if he needs to be benched. Actually," he shrugs, " it's kind of a relief having a coach I don't have to *lie to* about him." He tilts his head a bit, expression still hardly seeming himself--grave, stretched thin in some way. "I'm not saying you're *wrong*. But I'm saying... don't. Fuck. With. My. Friends." He bites out each word, as if he had the fangs to make it stick. "You want to coach him, fine. You want to ask Scott if you can train him? I support it. But if you turn out to be dangerous to him? Or any of us? I'll do a lot worse, next time, than a fire extinguisher." He spins on his heel, then, to stalk away, nearly snarling over his shoulder, "Maybe we'll start with full-body immolation and go from there."

Brock listens, at least. He has a look on his face, one of slowly depleting patience, and that inner struggle against the animal that he is. He has to ball up his fist at his side and take in a deep breath for a moment. He fights back the impulsive words, and instead... "Stilinski!" He calls to Stile's back. "I am dangerous ta all of ya. But so are they. We're what we are, an we're all gunna be dangerous to eachother. Part of us are wild, predatorily animals. There's gonna be that naggin instinct ta just let loose and tear into whatever is nippin at us. If it came down to it, right now, based on what ya've seen? Who would ya trust ta not give inta that naggin little voice? Aye? Maybe ya should work on gettin as close ta me, as ya feel about him. Cause in perspective? Let's say the blokes that are holdin' mah kid brotha put me in a situation... If we remain at a distance at each other, an' they provide me with an ultimatum. Kill you, or mah brother dies. We keep reaminin strangers stead of bosom buddies that ah'd do just about anythin for? Which side of the fence do ya think I'd be on with that one? At least ah'm here, tryin ta make it right, extendin my hand. Steada' puttin up threats? Maybe ya take the more positive route with it, aye?" Brock does sound serious, and he isn't putting up a threat, but rather a hypothetical. "Don't make a mistake that ya could easily avoid, mate."

Ethan Carver stops just inside the gym, blinking as watches the shouting match between Stiles and Brock. He lets out a small groan, then rubs his temples. "Why did I get out of bed today? It's still summer. We could have spent the whole day in bed watching TV and making out. That's what summer days are for. Instead, I'm in the worst dick-measuring movie ever made, and there's not going to be a fun moneyshot." He takes a few long, deep breaths, still massaging his forehead and hoping the two really do walk away from each other, at least for now. Oh damn, he forgot about Sleeping Beauty, and after being sure the lion and human won't be at each other's throats, he does an about face, going back into the locker room to get Scott.

Stiles turns to glare after Brock's departing form. He stands there for a moment, so frustrated that he's shaking, and then whirls around, lashing out with his foot, to kick a trash can with all his strength. At least it has the decency to sail a few feet, being mostly empty and plastic, and then roll the west of the way across the gym floor, spilling the remains of someone's coffee in a long streak across the floor. Turning to shove his hands against the door's push bar, he forces it open and then stalks off. Why does he always end up bullied by were-creatures?

Oh yeah. Beacon Hills.

"Pick that up please, Mr. Stilinski! The janitor has enough ta clean up already! Thank you!" Brock's voice reaches from outside of the hall, carrying an 'I heard that' tone to the way he drones it out.

Really, Stiles should listen. But he doesn't. He just keeps going, making for the parking log and his jeep as fast as he can reasonably walk without feeling like he's running away.

Ethan Carver heads out the same door Liam used earlier, the one that opens onto the athletic fields, so he doesn't have to carry Scott damsel-style through the whole school to get to the parking lot.