lovemykilt | Beach City Grill, Santa Cruz, Sunday evening

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Beach City Grill, Santa Cruz, Sunday evening

Priestly was just about buzzing. He was hanging out in one of his favorite places with three of his favorite ladies, and his best friend would be arriving momentarily to spend a whole week hanging out. He was pretty sure he'd gone from excited to completely obnoxious about three hours ago, but even Tish was just looking kind of amused at him.

When he was distracted enough to burn the sub he was making for Piper for dinner, he groaned sheepishly. "Sorry," he said. "I'm a little. . . ."

"It's cool." Piper grinned back. "I'm excited, too. I'm really looking forward to meeting her."

"I told you you look like --"

"Your friend Karla, yeah," Piper said. She patted him on the shoulder. "So I'm all set for all the weird looks that Dinah will give me."

Priestly doubted that.

[ooc: for one. Content warning: homophobia, misogyny, and domestic violence, and other bits of nastiness. Tad sucks.]

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Dinah finished putting a butterfly bandage on Tish's forehead, where the last hit into the wall had caught the side of her face. She gave the ibuprofen to Tish as Piper handed over a glass of water. "That work?... It's like you're a superhero. And we never even guessed, jeeez."

Priestly snorted softly. His world had superheroes!

"It's really not," Trucker protested, sounding tired. "I got drafted. Found out I was a sneaky son of a bitch, good at killing people before they even knew I was there. Did three tours, lost count of the bodies." He sighed. "If anything, I was the supervillain."

"Supervillains don't regret anything," Dinah told him, getting up to sit by Priestly, and re-adjust the veggie ice-bag on his wrist. Look, she was allowed to fuss. "And... that sounds rough." Yeah. That's all she had for that, really.

Priestly leaned in against her, admittedly partly because then he could prop his arm on her shoulder to hold the brussel sprouts to his head. But mostly because she was awesome and called Trucker on the supervillain crap and was here.

He was feeling very possessive of his girls right now. All of them. Tish came to sit on the other side of Jen, between her and Piper, and Priestly wished his arm was long enough to hold on to all three of them.

Trucker nodded slightly at Dinah. "Either way, God knows how many souls I've got to face, some day."

"So when was Trucker born?" Piper asked.

"Well, when I got home, I started taking long walks on the beach." Trucker started to smile a bit, then. "Met some crazy ass surfers. They made me smile, you know? For the first time since I'd gotten back. So I bought a board, and I changed my name. But I swore that I would never hurt another human as long as I lived."

Tish swallowed and pushed herself to her feet, going over to sit next to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry I made you break your promise."

"Oh no, Angel," Trucker told her. "I said I'd never hurt another human. So we're good."

"Definitely a goblin. Possibly a troll." Dinah paused, realizing how geeky that sounded. "...anyway."

She hugged Priestly's side very carefully, thinking about that, studying Trucker with even more respect. To just walk away from the fighting, when you were really good at it... And then to still step up without a thought when Tish and Priestly needed it, well. Face it: Trucker ruled.

Priestly would point out that he already knew that. He'd picked the guy for a surrogate father before he'd ever even left for Fandom, after all, though he'd never put it into that many words to himself.

Trucker took Tish's hand. "Promise me something?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said.

"No more shitheads. Date a nice guy."

Tish looked right at Priestly at that. "Problem is, nice guys never ask me out."

Priestly's eyes went ever so slightly wide at that.

"Well," Trucker said, looking Tish in the eye. "Maybe ask the wizard for some courage."

Dinah's eyes didn't just widen, they went huge. And she sent Jen a sideways look of Zomg not just me, right? Right? Tell me there is subtext happening!

Jen grinned back, and looked over at Piper, who looked between Priestly and Tish and nodded slightly.

Priestly and Tish remained oblivious.

"I need a beer," Priestly decided. "Anyone else want a beer?"

Yes! Dinah assumed her most angelic expression. Which lasted three seconds.

"You got hurt! You do not get a beer for that!" She snorted. "Trucker gets a beer. I'll get it."

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"But -- I -- beer!" Priestly protested.

"Concussion," Jen countered, wrapping her hand in his sleeve so he wouldn't try to get up. "No beer till you're in the clear."

"That's it, isn't it," Piper said thoughtfully, looking down at the yearbook in Jen's lap and idly flipping a few pages.

"Beer?" Priestly asked.

She smacked him gently on the knee. "No, courage. That's why Trucker won't ask Zo out. You're afraid of what she'll think of your past."

Dinah came back in holding three beers, handing them out to Trucker, Piper and Jen. "But don't you think-- I mean, if she's as cool as she's always seemed, wouldn't she understand what happened? And how you changed." She sat back down next to Priestly, and handed him another frozen vegetable bag. She tilted her head onto his shoulder. "Ice cream when we're back at your place, dude."

Priestly huffed. "Fiiiine." He could settle for Dinah-cuddling instead of beer. This time.

"But she's all about the love," Trucker said. "I just don't know how I'd even be able to explain it to her."

"I'm . . . not sure you'd have to," Jen said, staring down at the page she and Piper had flipped to. "Trucker, Zo's in your yearbook."

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Dinah felt her jaw drop, and she leaned further against Priestly to see. "No way!"

"What?" Priestly tried to lean over, too, but Jen was already getting up, going over to show it to Trucker. "Hey! We wanted to look! Injured, here!"

"Hero, here," Jen countered. "Look, see? Zoharet Rosen."

"Oh my god," Trucker grinned. "It's really Zo."

Tish, still crouched next to him, pulled it closer. "She's cute!"

"Come on," Piper said, taking pity on Priestly, who was trying to make his injured hand do grabby gestures and mostly just grimacing. "Pass it back!"

Dinah had to sit on one hand to not TK the thing into hers and Priestly's laps. "Pleeeease? C'mon... wait. Waaait. So-- she's known your secret identity? All this time?" She turned to blink at Priestly, then back to Trucker. "Awwwwwww!"

"You're really into the whole superhero thing, aren't you?" Tish noted. Priestly pouted at her.

"No teasing my geeks."

Tish raised her hand. "I think it's firmly established now that I have terrible taste. So no teasing from me."

Dinah was turning pink at that, but Priestly's immediate defense and then Tish's disclaimer gave her back her equilibrium. "Tastes can change... So hey. You can date a white-hat from now on." The one she was leaning on, for instance. If she appreciated him enough and didn't leave him a wreck who'd date anyone named Selene.

She turned to look back at Trucker, eyes hopeful. "So Mr. Wizard? Are you going to ask out Glinda? Or at least offer her some coffee?"

"I thought Mr. Wizard was the science guy on TV," Jen said.

"That's Bill Nye," Priestly corrected.

"I think maybe I'll have to," Trucker said, grinning. "I'm all out of excuses, right?"

"Yes," Piper, Tish, Priestly, and Jen all said simultaneously.

"Alright, alright." Trucker threw his hands up. "I give up! I'll go over to her shop in the morning."

"Right on," Priestly said, glancing over just briefly at Tish.

If Trucker could ask out Zo, then he could totally try asking out Tish. Right? She was sending signals, he wasn't hallucinating those.

. . . Right?

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