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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What Jen was saying got completely lost to history as everyone heard the sounds of crashing, grunting and yelling from outside.

Trucker was up first and stalking for the door, Dinah right behind him in a rush that almost had her, Piper and Jen smushing together into the doorframe. The second she could see what was happening, Dinah sucked in a breath in shock, and yelled. "Priestly! Get off of my friend, you loser!"

Then things got interesting.

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Priestly wasn't currently super great at following what was happening -- it was possible part of him thought Tad was a zombie -- but he did catch Dinah yelling, and Tish punching Tad.

She was so awesome.

Unfortunately, all the punch did was piss Tad off further, and he smacked her again.

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Dinah was striding forward, then abruptly running into Trucker's outstretched arm, vision going red. "Hey, asshole. I am going to professionally kick your ass! Priestly--!" He was down and looking very very pained and Tish was looking half-concussed and damnit--

Hunh, Trucker was stronger than he looked. Which kept her from getting any further, but not from spontaneously aiming a vicious TK jab at Tad's knees. Bastard!

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To everyone else, it probably looked like Tad just randomly lost his balance and flailed his arms as he dropped to his knees. He wobbled his way back up and glared and kicked at Priestly, as though he was the one who'd just kicked him. Priestly got an arm up in time to block the kick and just blinked back.

"Go check on Priestly and Tish," Trucker said softly, turning his head back towards Dinah, Jen, and Piper, but not taking his eyes off of Tad. "I've got this one." He strode forward, his arms held out. "Hey shit head. Why don't you try the old hippie?"

"Trucker," Tish called. "Don't."

"What is it with you people?" Tad stared at all of them. "She's a cheap piece of ass, who cares about her?"

"That's it, pretty boy." Trucker flexed his arms and settled into a martial arts stance. "Keep talking."

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Dinah would have completely objected to this, except she recognized that stance. That was not an amateur, Drunken Karate, goofy Chuck Norris-imitation stance. Plus she was mentally still muttering "shit shit shit" under her breath at Tad's reaction to her telekinesis. Not the desired outcome!

She skidded forward to her knees next to Priestly. "Are you okay? Are your ribs broken?" She looked up to see Jen already with an arm around Tish. "Are you okay? Nice punch."

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Tish looked down, nodding, then staring wide eyed back at Trucker -- who was seriously kicking Tad's ass, not a wasted movement in his punches, blocks, and throws. "Yeah, yeah, I -- yeah."

That about summed it up. Priestly would be nodding, too, except ow, his head.

"He kicked my arm," he said instead. "Asshole."

Piper knelt down across from Dinah, carefully taking Priestly's arm and helping him start to sit up. "You were really brave," she reassured him.

Trucker slammed Tad face-first into the dumpster, then when Tad was on the ground, pressed his shoe into his neck. "Listen to me, you dickless yuppie. Tish is a lady, and she's my friend. And if I ever see you near her again, they're going to be running your picture on Unsolved Mysteries!"

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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.