lovemykilt | Beach City Grill, Santa Cruz, Friday

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Beach City Grill, Santa Cruz, Friday

Priestly was even bouncier than usual today, taking up space in the sub shop like a giant hyper active ferret.

His cheer was contagious. It even got Trucker grinning, and he'd dealt with early morning crappy waves. Everyone was just pleased to see him look so happy.

Well, except Mr. Julius. Mr. Julius was rolling his eyes every five minutes. Especially once Priestly started trying to rearrange the pots hanging over the stove for "more optimal flow".

[ooc: for one in particular, hurray!]

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Priestly shot her an appalled look. "Am I gonna have to talk to Alfred about making sure you get properly fed when you get home?" He shook his head -- he knew Alfred would make sure of that whether Priestly talked to him or not. "Gimme five minutes and I'll have something hot for ya."

"You rock. But no talking to Alfred! He's already convinced the dorm food will be bad for me and I should have all meals with him and Barbara," Dinah protested, taking a seat at the counter, and shucking off her leather jacket. "I just. You know." Leaving day. Even if she wasn't putting it like that in front of Jen. "Got distracted. And then just wanted to get here."

"Yeah, yeah," Priestly muttered, flipping a spatula one handed and taking up his usual spot by the grill. "And, hey, that might not be a bad idea. Alfred and Barbara are good people."

Mr. Julius leaned over towards Lucille. "When did he become the reasonable one?"

"I heard that, Mr. Julius."

Jen smirked, and Trucker, sitting in the corner looking over the books, just smiled and watched it all with that serene, hippie way of his.

"Well, yeah. And I plan to mooch meals there whenever the cafeteria gets to be too much." Dinah grinned, spinning on the counter stool. She snickered over at Mr. Julius. "He's always reasonable! And often sensible."

Keeping in mind who was talking.

Another spin, and Dinah stopped to wave at Trucker. "Hey. I'm back. And kidnapping Priestly for parts of this week."

Trucker nodded. "So I gathered. Maybe it's time I hired on another employee or two."

"Hey, you can't hire someone without me!" Priestly protested. Everyone in the sub shop gave him a long look. Jen slowly raised her hand. "Okay, so you can't hire someone without me now that I'm on this coast."

Dinah was giggling. "Can I get a vote too? As a concerned customer?"

"Hey now," Trucker said. "Who says hiring is a democratic process?"

Jen, Priestly, Mr. Julius, and Lucille all raised their hands.

". . . Well fine, then."

"Yaaaay. Motion carried." Dinah gave another spin on her stool, and grinned over at Trucker. "Sooooo. Talked to Zo lately?"

Distraction from her own break-up woes was so much easier.

Trucker's eyes went sideways and slightly dreamy. Priestly laughed softly. "He's still working on consistently making eye contact."

"This is good!" Dinah said encouragingly. "Progress!" Sort of? "You'll be saying 'hi' to her really soon, I'm sure of it."

"That's 'really soon' on a galactic scale, right?" Priestly grinned. Jen smacked him. Trucker cleared his throat.

"Isn't there cooking to be doing, Priestly?"

"You say that like I can't cook and tease at the same time."

"He multi-tasks," Dinah confirmed. "Didn't you hire him for that?"

Having finally admitted that food was good, she was now eyeing the little creamer cups like she wanted to drink them. And the little jam packets too.

Jen noticed and set an apple down in front of her.

"I think he hired me for my hair," Priestly decided.

"That was definitely a factor."

"Jen, you're a goddess," Dinah decided, and bit into the apple with a ravenous expression. "Nom nom nom nom..." Crunch.

"You still have the best hair. Nobody showed up to challenge you for that title back at school." A little stab of homesickness. "We'll see if anyone in Gotham's acquired fashion sense since last June when I go back."

"Well, that whole question mark outfit might be hard to beat." Jen frowned and stared at Priestly and Priestly shrugged back. "Think I'll always be the mohawk guy back at school?"

"Oh, probably, to the ones that never got to know you," Dinah said. "Until you show up as the next Food Network star, and then all those food addicts in the Common Rooms will be addicted to your show." She grinned teasingly. To Jen, she said, "Weird guy on the backpacking trip in my hometown. Do not ask. He's in jail anyway."

"Was he locked up by the fashion police?"

Priestly snorted. "Jen, if the fashion police locked people up, we'd all be in jail."

"He should've been... and hey! I have new boots!" Dinah stuck out a motorcycle-boot clad leg, and protested, "Thanks to Momoko! I'm not even a misdemeanor today!"

"You definitely stand out," Jen said. She leaned over the counter to look at the boots. "Those are cute! Is cute what you were going for? Should I say they're badass?"

"Cute and badass." Dinah grinned at her. "Someday I'll have to choose, but not today. And hey. Dress tough, feel tough." Especially today. "Think I'm too biker for Santa Cruz?"

"No," Priestly said, rolling his eyes. "We're practically Sturgis, around here."

Jen smacked him with a dish cloth.

Snickering, Dinah bit into her apple again. "So what are we going to do tomorrow? Do you have to work then? Beach, maybe? Drive around in your jeep? Oo! Jen! You have to get a ride on my bike!"

Jen's eyes went very wide. Priestly laughed. "She's not really the biker type. But I think we'll find something entertaining to do."

"Before I leave," Dinah mock-threatened Jen. "And cool. And I gotta visit Zo too while I'm here." She gave her sandwich-in-preparation a yearning look. "I'll buy the pizza tomorrow."

Edited 2010-08-27 22:28 (UTC)

"Huh, food I don't have to cook." Priestly grinned lazily. "A novel concept."

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