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lovemykiltSo. Spending Sunday as a girl had been pretty easy -- Jen was scheduled at the grill, but Priestly wasn't. He'd managed to slip out without Jen noticing his temporary new bits and had a grand old time playing tourist in his own hometown. But then he was still a girl when Monday came. And that was . . . a little bit more difficult.
For one, he had to call out from his pastry class. And attempt to do a growly boy-voice on the phone with his professor. He was pretty sure he hadn't fooled anyone and would get harassed for being hung over and making his roommate call him out or something, but it was deal-able. And then he was scheduled for the evening shift at the Grill. It wasn't like he could fake a growly boy-voice at Trucker.
Thank god the man had shown up for graduation.
Priestly snuck in the back around the time he was pretty sure Trucker would be getting in from his morning surf time and managed to corner him before Jen or any of the regulars spotted him.
Trucker was . . . taken aback. There was staring.
"I can still work," Priestly insisted. "We'll just tell them I'm . . . filling in or something. I'll probably be normal in a few days." Trucker raised an eyebrow. "Okay, normal for me."
Trucker nodded slowly. "Yeah," he said. "We can do that." He started out of the back room, then paused. "What the heck should I call you?"
Priestly grinned. "Dinah and I decided last time that I totally looked like an 'Audrey'."
Trucker shook his head, smiling. "Audrey it is."
And so Priestly took up his usual position at the grill, trying his best to pretend that he totally didn't already know just about everything about Jen, or what Mr. Julius' usual order was.
And then the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen walked in the front door, attitude emanating from every pore, to ask about the "Help Wanted" sign, and Priestly proceeded to make a total ass of himself.
"Oh, you're totally hired."
The woman smiled. "I'm straight," she said.
"That's perfect," Priestly said, forgetting himself even as he pushed his currently long and pink hair out of his face. "So am I."
And that was how Priestly met Tish, the girl he'd be mooning after for the foreseeable future, and made just about the weirdest first impression, ever.
[ooc: Oh, come on, this was totally the perfect time to play canon catch-up. Open for phone calls and such.]
For one, he had to call out from his pastry class. And attempt to do a growly boy-voice on the phone with his professor. He was pretty sure he hadn't fooled anyone and would get harassed for being hung over and making his roommate call him out or something, but it was deal-able. And then he was scheduled for the evening shift at the Grill. It wasn't like he could fake a growly boy-voice at Trucker.
Thank god the man had shown up for graduation.
Priestly snuck in the back around the time he was pretty sure Trucker would be getting in from his morning surf time and managed to corner him before Jen or any of the regulars spotted him.
Trucker was . . . taken aback. There was staring.
"I can still work," Priestly insisted. "We'll just tell them I'm . . . filling in or something. I'll probably be normal in a few days." Trucker raised an eyebrow. "Okay, normal for me."
Trucker nodded slowly. "Yeah," he said. "We can do that." He started out of the back room, then paused. "What the heck should I call you?"
Priestly grinned. "Dinah and I decided last time that I totally looked like an 'Audrey'."
Trucker shook his head, smiling. "Audrey it is."
And so Priestly took up his usual position at the grill, trying his best to pretend that he totally didn't already know just about everything about Jen, or what Mr. Julius' usual order was.
And then the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen walked in the front door, attitude emanating from every pore, to ask about the "Help Wanted" sign, and Priestly proceeded to make a total ass of himself.
"Oh, you're totally hired."
The woman smiled. "I'm straight," she said.
"That's perfect," Priestly said, forgetting himself even as he pushed his currently long and pink hair out of his face. "So am I."
And that was how Priestly met Tish, the girl he'd be mooning after for the foreseeable future, and made just about the weirdest first impression, ever.
[ooc: Oh, come on, this was totally the perfect time to play canon catch-up. Open for phone calls and such.]