Beach City Grill, Santa Cruz, Sunday evening

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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 was coaching under her breath, "Left, low, ohhh, nice one, Trucker," as the fight progressed, incredibly relieved he really knew what he was doing.

She put an arm around Priestly and muttered, "What Piper said. 'Cause I know how much you don't know about fighting." And through her fingers on his forehead, Don't move too much, though. We'll get you some ice.

Then Trucker finished with Tad.

"Whoa." She restrained the urge to applaud. Then thought, what the heck. Dinah stomped her feet and whistled. "And we'll give him the alibi!"

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Trucker gave his foot on Tad's throat a final shove, then turned, shaking his arms out and breathing a little hard. He flashed Dinah a tight smile, then looked to Jen and Tish, who were still against the wall, and Piper and Priestly who were mostly just staring.

"Uh, wow," said Priestly, because while he didn't know fighting too well, he knew enough to recognize that Trucker clearly really really did. "Anyone else think Trucker has some 'splaining to do?"

Trucker rubbed his forehead. "Let's go to my pad. I've got a first aid kit."

And explanations, yes.