lovemykilt | Beach City Grill, Santa Cruz, Saturday afternoon

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Beach City Grill, Santa Cruz, Saturday afternoon

Priestly checked his reflection in his jeep's review mirror one more time. Clean pants, no holes: check. Button down shirt (with the sleeves torn out): check. Plain, inoffensive t-shirt (black, nice contrast to the red button down): check. Facial hair: trimmed. Eyeliner: straight and unsmudged. Hair: swept back into a high, short pony tail with a slightly emo-bangish bit going on in front, died dark, almost subtle purple.

"I don't know," he said, tugging on the swoopy bang before shooting a glance at Dinah in the passenger seat. "Maybe I should change my shirt again."

[ooc: for the permissably modded Dinah in Santa Cruz, or others via phone.]

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"No," Dinah said very definitely. "It looks good." And it would be the zillionth change in a few hours. "Formal version of you, but still you. Go. Now. Conquer. Win. Already. Please?"

"Are you sure? What if I --" Priestly got a glimpse of Dinah's expression and nodded. "-- keep stalling until you hit me, apparently. Okay. Okay! I can do this."

He didn't get out of the car.

"Nnnngh." Dinah got out of the car and went around to the other side, opening the door. "Either you get out, or I drag you out. Is that the impression you want to make?"

"Alright, alright! You're bossy," Priestly grumbled. But he at least got out of the car. And proceeded to try to straighten his shirt the whole walk around the building to the front door of the sub shop. "Crap. They're all here. What the hell? Since when is it busy in the middle of a beautiful Saturday afternoon when most people are off work and have the spare time to enjoy subs?"

"I don't know, Priestly. Maybe since there are people wanting food and you just answered your own question?" Dinah cocked her head and sighed. "They're your friends, they love you, this will be okay, and remember, if it's not, I owe you epic amounts of ice cream and hugs." Not that she was worried about paying up. "Saddle up, cowboy."

"Stupid people with their taste," Priestly muttered. He took a deep breath, then walked in, for once not announcing his presence to the world as loud as possible. He tried to make like any other customer, just walking up to the counter.

"What can I get you?" Tish looked up to take his order, then gave him a once over and a small smirk. "Well, look at you, all snazzy."

Priestly smiled back, a little less subconscious, and cleared his throat. "Ms. Matheson," he said, all formal. Tish held up a hand.

"Hold it." Priestly opened his mouth to protest as Tish leaned over the counter. "I think we both know what you're going to ask. But I think there's one thing that we need to clear up, first."

Priestly stared, then shot a slightly despairing look at Dinah, and over to where Jen and Trucker sat, and Piper stood in front of her mural in progress. "Um, okay. What?"

"What's your first name?"

Son of a bitch.

Dinah gave him a wincing look and fists clenched together that he wasn't going to lose his nerve over this. C'mon! she mouthed. It was scary, but-- You can do it!

Damn, Dinah really wasn't going to let him back down. He looked back at Tish pleadingly, but she just leaned her chin on her hand.

"Oh come on. I bought new pants and everything!"

"Spill it."

Priestly heaved a sigh. "Boaz."

Tish huffed a small laugh. "What was that?"

"Boaz, alright?" Priestly said at full volume. "My name's Boaz."

Behind him, Jen and Piper both shot Dinah wide eyed, giggly looks, mouthing Boaz?!

What? Dinah mouthed back, eyebrows up. Then grinned. He did it! He'd done it! The rest of asking her out couldn't be nearly as hard!

She sent Tish a pleading look not to laugh. Even if that was everybody's first impulse.

Karla was snickering at people on the island and decided to call Dinah. Because that was what you did when people were crazy, all right? You called other people and were happy that you guys weren't!

Ring ring!

Tish was smirking up a storm, but she wasn't laughing, no. "Well alright, Boaz." Perhaps a bit too much emphasis on the name for Priestly's tastes, but what could you do? "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Uh." Priestly glanced over at the others again, then leaned over. "Sure."

"Tish? Is short for 'Platisha'."

And it was Priestly's time to smirk. "Platisha. That's a good one." The tension was, indeed, well and truly broken, now.

"Now." Tish smiled. "Would you like to take me to dinner sometime?"

Priestly grinned. "It would be my honor." He started circling the counter, reaching for an apron. "Oh, there's something you should know first, Platisha. You see, when I'm with a girl, I've never --"

Tish pressed a finger to his mouth. "Don't try it." Then she followed it up with a kiss.

"Eeeeee!"

Dinah shrieked-- not enough to bring down the diner, thankfully-- and hugged Jen, dancing around. "FINALLY!" Wooooooo!

Jen hugged her in return, while Piper applauded from atop her step stool.

"Would you look at that?" Priestly said. "We already have a fanbase."

"I think they're just glad you're finally going to get laid."

"Well, I didn't want to assume --"

"Yes, Boaz," she said. "You're really probably going to get laid."

Dinah was still spinning, but she could spin and answer the phone at the same time. She was talented. The phone was trilling Witch Doctor, so she answered it and grinned. "Karla!"

"Yes!" Okay, that was probably not appropriate. Dinah snickered. "Being quiet now!" Whew. Dude. A year and a half of a crush and finally it was all settled! "Man, I'm so relieved." Everyone was paired up!... now she really needed to find that fling.

"Dinah!" Karla replied with similar levels of enthusiasm. "Yay! You're you!"

And even though it probably didn't need explaining, she added, "Weird weekend again."

"Ahhhh," Dinah said wisely. "I think I'm horrendously relieved that Priestly and I both missed that. It would've been really, really inconvenient." She shuddered. Then grinned and called, "Priestly! Guess who's on the phone!"

"Jennifer Lawrence?" Priestly guessed.

Tish whacked him in the chest with a towel.

"Oooh, you're with Priestly?" Karla asked, now excited. "Just a visit? Hanging out? Anything, you know, cool happen?"

Like, say, maybe a kiss? A date? Their admission of undying love and togetherness?

"So much cool stuff. There's been one two three four different romances started or confirmed just since I got here!"

Way to get her hopes up, Dinah.

"Hey, Jen, can we get the webcam up and running? I want Karla to see everything and everyone here." She grinned over at Piper.

"Ooo, yes, definitely!" Priestly said. "Please, Jen?"

Jen looked at Trucker, who shrugged. "Sure," he said. "We're not going to get a whole lot of work done today, anyway."

Jen grinned and hopped up. "Great! I'd like to meet more of your friends." She went over to the computer and opened the video chat program. "Tell her to message ladybuggger. Three g's."

Piper hopped down from her stool and came over, too, wiping a bit of paint from her hand onto her forehead.

"Oooh?" Karla asked, trying not to squeal. "Romances? Anyone I know?"

Like, say, Priestly?

And of course she was messaging that account. She was hoping that maybe she'd get a video of, say, people kissing. Specific people.

PEOPLE SHE WAS SHIPPING, FOR EXAMPLE.

Dinah bounced, waiting for it to come up, then beamed as soon as she could see Karla. "Hi you! See, Jen? Tish, look, didn't we tell you?" She pointed to Jen. "She just got a boyyyyyfriend. A really nice one! Priestly set it up!"

Keep hoping, Karla.

And Karla was now greeted with the sight of Priestly, snazzed up in his Priestly way, waving happily at the camera while Jen and Tish gaped.

"What?" Piper asked. "Let me see!" She squeezed around the counter, stepping up between Tish and Priestly to peer over Jen's shoulder. "Oh my gosh."

"Yep," Priestly said, rather proudly. "And now you see why I was weirded out."

"Hi!" Karla said, waving at Priestly's friends. "I'm--"

And then Piper's face moved onto her screen. And Karla was just going to gape. Had she been saying something? Because she had no idea.

"Hell's fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness have mercy."

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