Beach City Grill, Santa Cruz, Tuesday evening

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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!]

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"Oooo, yes," Dinah said, returning the look out of Tish and Priestly's eyeshot. "You guys deserve good people. And hey, I told Karla I'd try the fling thing. I've never done that." She grinned at Piper, biting her lip.

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"No place better than a beach vacation," Piper said.

"Though as you've already seen, there are some terrible guys around here," Tish said.

"And good ones!" Priestly protested. "Let's not let the douche-twins ruin an entire gender, here."

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"Exactly," Dinah said, nodding. "As was just proven twice over, right here... although I wouldn't mind finishing the beat-down Trucker gave if either of those two showed up again." She snorted. "And adding Trucker to the list of good guys." She flashed him a grin. "I want to learn that elbow strike."

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Trucker looked up from his paper work.

"Oh no. I'm not teaching any of you how to fight. You want forms to use for meditative purposes, sure, but no fighting."

"I approve that man's message," Priestly said. "Nonviolence for everyone."

"Says the guy who tackled someone in the alley two days ago."

"Only after he forever proved his massive dick-head-itude."

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"I'll take what I can get," Dinah decided. "Since I have to meditate all the time anyway... for headaches." Right. Not to keep touch-telepathy under control. "And Tad started it. I'm all for balancing out the violence that way."

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"Tell you what," Trucker offered. "Any of you who wants to, come down to my pad before the surf gets started in the morning, and I'll show you a few forms."

"Can we get an actual clock time on that?" Priestly asked.

"Nope."

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"I might stay up all night so as not to miss that," Dinah threatened, then hopped over the counter. "Right. Graffiti! Wanna see it."

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"Sure!" Priestly grinned. "Okay, but first you have to acknowledge that spray-paint as a medium is not the easiest in the world."

"It's not that bad, Priestly," Piper said. "Just . . . different."

"It doesn't even involve pissing on anyone," Trucker noted.

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"I acknowledge the challenge of the medium," Dinah said soberly, then grinned at Trucker. "Good, 'cause I might find that content hard to critique."

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"So it wasn't always his preferred style of art?" Piper asked.

"No, that would be cooking," Priestly said. "Now, visual arts. . . ."

It was probably best that Tish threw a balled up napkin at his head.

"Alright, alright, we're going! Come on, Dinah, it's out back this way."

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Dinah waved over her shoulder, and followed him outside, snickering. "I'm fully confident you can be as good a graffiti artist as you are a chef." Really!

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"You always were foolishly optimistic," Priestly noted. He paused in front of the back wall, a good twenty feet from where Tad had cornered Tish.

It was . . . very brightly colored. And hopefully abstract.

"Here we go!"

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That it was. Also, fuzzy at the edges. Dinah stepped closer, then backed away, then tilted her head, then moved to the other side of Priestly.

"...what's this bit here?"

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"That's you. See? It's all swirly."

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"You put me in there? Awwwww!" Dinah slung an arm around his shoulders, looking at it. "I like it. I have no idea if it's art-good or not? But it's bright and overwhelming and bold. I call it good."

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"Yeah?" Priestly's grin could light the whole street. "I'm pretty sure it's actually art-terrible, but you're very kind."

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"Or I have no taste," Dinah admitted. It kind of looked like fingerpainted art on a T-shirt, but she did like it. And not just because Priestly had mad e it and put her in there, though that didn't hurt. "...looks like I'll be breaking out the red boots."

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Priestly threw his fists in the air in V arms.

"Is it okay if the girls come by while you're wearing them? I think Tish really does wanna see it."

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Dinah snorted and folded her arms. "Yeah, sure. And maybe I'll loan them to her, hmmm?" She gave him Significant Eyebrows Look #27. "Since, you know. She's approving of you at the moment."

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Priestly shushed her. "Don't jinx it! I'm working out the best way to make use of my new hero cred."

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Dinah punched the air with both arms, then slapped her hands over her mouth. Then peeled them away to say, "You have to do it while I'm here. Pleeease. I gotta see this." Also, he might lose forward momentum! That would be horrible!

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"I've got a time table, now?" Look, Priestly really really really really was pretty chicken shit about this sort of thing. Seriously. His one girlfriend he managed to ask out accidentally. "But -- grand gesture! Those are required, right? I have to sky write it or something!"

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"Priestly!" Dinah yanked her voice back down but was still vehement. "You already did the gesture! You stepped up when someone was hurting her! And got hurt for her! Anything else is overkill and..." Dinah waved her arms in the air. "And she knows you! Really well by now. Come on! Just... talk to her!"

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"I didn't do that because I want to sleep with her," Priestly pointed out.

Which didn't invalidate it as a grand gesture, of course, but he was busy being a moron, here.

"I woulda done that if it was Piper or Jen, too. Or you, but then you'd just get really mad because you're better at fighting than me."

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"Which is why it's even cooler, and she knows that." Boys. Gah. "She just saw the best of you. She doesn't need anything else. Or if she does, then... she's the wrong girl." Dinah folded her arms. "But considering she said she wants a nice guy, and just blew off a jerk, I think you're on solid ground."