Beach City Grill, Santa Cruz, Tuesday evening

[lovemykilt]

If Trucker hadn't wanted his young staff giving a chorus of "awwwwww"s and fluttering their lashes at him when he came in, he shouldn't have paused to kiss Zo goodbye in front of the windows.

Okay, so Priestly might be the only one who did the eyelash flutter. But everyone else definitely joined in the "awwwwww"ing.

"Alright, alright," Trucker said, lifting his hands. "And thank you. Now, what did I miss?"

As usual, Jen took on the post of shop reporter. "Well. Tish got a clean bill of health --"

"Except the lovely bruises," Tish noted, rubbing her cheek.

"-- Priestly's trying to get people to sign his wrist brace --"

"Why should casts get all the fun?" Priestly asked.

"-- And Piper has managed to make peace with Noah and Julia, despite their entire relationship being based on a lie."

"Hey!" Piper pouted. "Okay, yeah, it wasn't the best plan. But we agreed, from now on, all honesty."

"So, wait," Priestly asked. "I'm missing a step. Is Julia yours or not?"

"Not biologically," Piper said. "But I love her, anyway."

"Right on."

"And as for me and Dinah, we've been working on our tans at the beach," Jen finished. "That's everything, right guys?"

[ooc: for one, or for phone calls. We are so very near through canon, woo!]