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.]

Comments

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was totally not actually hiding behind Dinah. Nope.

"Yeah. You know you're welcome to come hang out here."

Maybe they could fake an emergency and only sell prepackaged foods for a day?

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah resisted the urge to glare at Priestly. But she still reached back without looking to poke him in the side, lightly.

"There's tons of other stuff to catch up on, hon-- want me to call on Monday, when the crazy stuff is over, and I can give you all the details?"

[glacial_queen]

"Yeah," Karla said, nodding over the the computer screen. "I can tell you about all the crazy shenanigans from the weekend and you can fill me in on your fling--" keep smiling, Karla. Keep smiling. "--and Priestly's date! I can't wait for all the details."

SO THEN SHE COULD CALL MOMOKO AND TELL HER HOW WRONG YOU BOTH ARE!