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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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11/3/12 02:50 (UTC)Dinah shrieked-- not enough to bring down the diner, thankfully-- and hugged Jen, dancing around. "FINALLY!" Wooooooo!
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11/3/12 02:54 (UTC)"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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11/3/12 02:59 (UTC)