The Arms Hotel, Pillow Suite, Sunday night

[lovemykilt]

Priestly poured himself his -- okay, he'd lost count -- next drink, taking a sip even as he recapped the bottle. He knew he was maybe going a bit overboard with the drinking, tonight, but the thought that tomorrow he'd be back in his house in LA, facing down all the questions Selene was going to have about his trip and another week of whatever crazy idea the producers had for the show was enough to drive him a little bit mad.

"Right. This one looks simple enough. We should have all the ingredients in here, somewhere." He'd done a fairly random grocery trip earlier, picking up some basic staples along with a bottle of wine and the scotch he was currently drinking. He looked up at Dinah. "You want some meat, or should we go for a light pasta dish?"

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Dinah was at least three drinks behind him, but given how much of a light-weight she still was, she had a mild buzz going that made everything mellow. "Hmmm. Pasta. Yeah. Easy to test, easy to make," she decided, leaning against the counter and taking a small sip of her drink. "What do you want me to do? I can be Sous this time. Your arena, and all."