Beach City Grill, Santa Cruz, Saturday afternoon

[lovemykilt]

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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[lovemykilt]

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."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"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.