Beach City Grill, Santa Cruz, Thursday

[lovemykilt]

"Let the people rejoice!" Priestly slammed into the sub shop with his usual fanfare. "I have arrived!"

Tish threw an apron at his head.

"So, are you just, like, late every day?"

Priestly considered this. "Not every day."

Jen smiled. "Sometimes he's super-late."

"Only when class runs long." Priestly tossed his bag into the back room and turned to the grill, rubbing his hands together. "Okay, special today: foie gras on whole wheat!"

The verdict on that one was a unanimous "No."

"Steak tartare?" He looked around for some support. "Ratatouille." Jen made faces at him. "Come on, French provincial subs by the inch! It'd be the new wave of portable gastronomy!"

"New wave," said Tish, "should stick to music."

Priestly gasped and pressed a hand to his chest. "You wound me, Tish. Right here."

She flicked a dish towel at him. "I can't believe people let you near a stove."

"On a daily basis." Priestly grinned. "Well, except with the steak tartare."

And thus began another beautiful day at the Beach City Grill.

[ooc: open for phone calls]

Comments

[lovemykilt]

"I know, right? But she's so . . . cool. And she's got a wicked sense of humor and -- oh man, Dinah, I got it bad."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Awww, Priestly." That so blew. "You guys can be friends until she realizes how awesome you are? And not when you get a preppy Malcolm makeover. Or, or, I dunno. I just don't want you to be a pleasure drone! You're worth a ton more than that."

[lovemykilt]

"Plus, I have way more self respect." Well, a little more, anyway. It had been awhile since he'd had sex.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yes! And now that you know she does that, well." What? "You can feel sorry for the drones. 'Cause they don't know they're drones. I mean. Nothing against that, I guess, but... it's a little empty."

Even if she kind of wished there were sex in the offing for herself somehow. Constant frustration with Jaime hadn't helped.

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah. I almost feel a little bad for her about that."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"There you go." Where, exactly, there was, Dinah wasn't sure. But, yeah. Something to say. "Otherwise she's still cool? Still cool with Jen, and Trucker, and other people?"

[lovemykilt]

"Oh yeah. She fits right in."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Then if it's gonna happen, it's gonna happen. I have faith," Dinah said stoutly. And if she could have faith for him, maybe there was some hope for her. "Tell her I said 'hey'. Even if she doesn't know me." She took a breath. "And I'll e-mail you after I talk to Kyle. Let you know how it goes."

[lovemykilt]

"Good luck, hon. I have to go see if we have any brie."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, Priestly. Love you. Transcontinental transdimensional virtual hugs are being sent to you right ... now!" She hugged herself, and snickered. "Later, gator."

[lovemykilt]

"Chameleon," Priestly corrected again with a grin. "See you around, Dinah."