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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[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!