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lovemykilt) wrote2012-03-10 08:44 pm
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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.]
"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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"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.
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Dinah shrieked-- not enough to bring down the diner, thankfully-- and hugged Jen, dancing around. "FINALLY!" Wooooooo!
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"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."
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