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lovemykilt) wrote2011-12-27 02:18 pm
lovemykilt) wrote2011-12-27 02:18 pm
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Beach City Grill, Santa Cruz, Tuesday afternoon
"Everybody relax!" Priestly burst into the Beach City Grill with his usual fanfare, which involved a lot of shouting and five seconds of random dancing. "I'm here!"
Tish smirked at him. "And you are . . . ?"
"Tish, you wound me. Right here." Priestly pressed his hand to his chest. It was his first time back in the grill since he'd left for points abroad that summer. He'd gone straight to his mom's when he'd finally made it back to Santa Cruz on Christmas Eve, so it was even the first time he'd seen Jen since then.
Which would explain the giant grin she was wearing as she restrained herself from rushing out from behind the counter to give him a hug.
"Did I offend your delicate sensibilities?" Tish asked. "However will I make it up to you?"
"Well if you're taking suggestions --" Priestly cut off as the apron Tish threw him smacked him in the face. "It's good to be home."
He briefly considered trying to vault over the counter for extra cool points, but decided that would end badly, and instead edged past Tish and Karla while heading for the back room.
Then he froze, eyes going wide. Karla? He turned around and pointed at the woman in question.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" he squeaked. He turned to Jen. "What -- why -- who let Karla near a stove?!"
Jen and Tish exchanged "Priestly's gone crazy again" looks. Trucker came out of the back room, caught sight of the look, then raised an eyebrow at Priestly. Karla looked between all of them, looking lost.
"I'm Piper," she said. "I work here." Priestly blinked.
"Right," he said. "The Dean thing."
Because that made sense to anyone but him. Time to obfuscate the problem with brash ridiculousness.
"I wasn't notified. Why wasn't I notified?!"
Trucker smiled. "Priestly. I hired someone new while you were gone."
"Thank you!" Priestly said, tying on his apron and looking for a spatula. "I swear, we need a staff email or something."
"Or a cook who doesn't randomly decide to move to the Philippines," Jen offered.
"Hush, minion."
It was good to be home.
[ooc: and canon is kicked off! Mostly establishy, but as always open to phone calls or emails or texts and things.]
Tish smirked at him. "And you are . . . ?"
"Tish, you wound me. Right here." Priestly pressed his hand to his chest. It was his first time back in the grill since he'd left for points abroad that summer. He'd gone straight to his mom's when he'd finally made it back to Santa Cruz on Christmas Eve, so it was even the first time he'd seen Jen since then.
Which would explain the giant grin she was wearing as she restrained herself from rushing out from behind the counter to give him a hug.
"Did I offend your delicate sensibilities?" Tish asked. "However will I make it up to you?"
"Well if you're taking suggestions --" Priestly cut off as the apron Tish threw him smacked him in the face. "It's good to be home."
He briefly considered trying to vault over the counter for extra cool points, but decided that would end badly, and instead edged past Tish and Karla while heading for the back room.
Then he froze, eyes going wide. Karla? He turned around and pointed at the woman in question.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" he squeaked. He turned to Jen. "What -- why -- who let Karla near a stove?!"
Jen and Tish exchanged "Priestly's gone crazy again" looks. Trucker came out of the back room, caught sight of the look, then raised an eyebrow at Priestly. Karla looked between all of them, looking lost.
"I'm Piper," she said. "I work here." Priestly blinked.
"Right," he said. "The Dean thing."
Because that made sense to anyone but him. Time to obfuscate the problem with brash ridiculousness.
"I wasn't notified. Why wasn't I notified?!"
Trucker smiled. "Priestly. I hired someone new while you were gone."
"Thank you!" Priestly said, tying on his apron and looking for a spatula. "I swear, we need a staff email or something."
"Or a cook who doesn't randomly decide to move to the Philippines," Jen offered.
"Hush, minion."
It was good to be home.
[ooc: and canon is kicked off! Mostly establishy, but as always open to phone calls or emails or texts and things.]