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!]

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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."

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Priestly made a face. "But she always likes the . . . you know, the preppy guys. She has not dated one punk since I've met her. Not even a crazy surfer."

She'd barely dated anyone, actually. She mostly just had sex with people.

"Which, I mean, yeah, so that doesn't disqualify me, but I gotta approach it right, you know? Figure out the right t-shirt slogan and hair color."

Or use overthinking as an excuse to continue to not be brave for a bit.

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Dinah stared at him a moment, then hugged him. "Just... be yourself. Okay?" And she meant that on every single level possible. "You're the one that told Jen that looks don't matter. And just proved it. Do what you have to do to be confident, but .. you don't actually think the T-shirt will make a difference, do you?"

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"Well, the 'no one knows I'm a lesbian' one might just be in bad taste. . . ." Priestly sighed. "I know, okay? But this is totally different! Jen already knew Fuzzy liked her as a person! Tish and I mostly just yell at each other."

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Dinah squeezed him, and pulled back a little to look at him. "Some people are like that, though. And you've been yelling at her just as much, am I right? And you like her. A lot. For ages." She gave him a serious look. "This may be the bravest thing you'll ever do. I know that."

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"Going to Mongolia? Way easier." Priestly shrugged. "I'll try. Okay? And you're here all week, so we've got plenty of time. Plus, we gotta find you that fling." He frowned. "If only I knew some actual guys."

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Dinah slung her arm over his shoulders. "Start small. And yeah, you were going to work on that, and Trucker's all taken, and I am not hitting on Mr. Julius..."

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"Although that would be pretty funny."

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Dinah rubbed at his mohawk. "A world of no! C'mon. Let's go inside and make Tish and Piper help us make a list of where I can pick up awesome surfer dudes to fling with. And tell them that I have red boots to wear."