lovemykilt | Oswald Restaurant, Santa Cruz, Monday night

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Oswald Restaurant, Santa Cruz, Monday night

"You know I don't mind cooking for us, right?" Priestly asked, balking a little as Tish led him towards the restaurant door by the hand. "I even really like it."

"Priestly," Tish said, stopping and turning to look at him without letting go of his hand. "You've been working double shifts all weekend to cover for Piper while she and Noah and Julia are at Disneyland. You need a break from cooking."

Priestly opened his mouth to protest again, and Tish pressed a finger to his lips. "And you look fine," she said. "There's no dress code, they're not going to kick you out for having a mohawk, and it's my turn to feed us and I don't cook so I say we get to have dinner in a fancy restaurant."

Priestly kissed the finger on his lips. "Okay. But I reserve the right to be snooty if their food isn't as good as mine."

Tish smiled. "I'm looking forward to it, even. Now come on, I want to get a table outside before they fill up." It was a gorgeous night, cool and bright under the full moon, the earlier cloudiness having mostly cleared up.

And, well, if an outdoor table would make them more visible and easier to ~~stalk~~ ~~spy on~~ observe, then so be it.

[ooc: for the sneaky shipper spies and slow-play.]

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Karla and Momoko had been planning this for ages. The friends might disagree on several cultural issues, but there was one topic that they were in full agreement on: Dinah and Priestly belonged together and this Tish female was standing in the way.

Granted, once Tish was removed from the equation, they'd still have to make sure their friends wised up to the fact that they were PERFECT for one another, but Karla and Momoko couldn't work on that while there was still an interloper being all...interlopey.

Shut up, that was totally a word.

"I wish this was one of those weird weekends when we turned into males," she hissed, cleverly hiding under a giant hat that was also totally inconspicuous. "Less of a chance we'd be recognized."

"We'd probably turn into ponies again." Momoko frowned and lowered her own be-hatted head to glare over her sunglasses at Priestly and... her. Not!Dinah. "Besides you totally look different!"

Momoko was in a brown wig at the moment, with more stuffed into her bag. She also had other totally awesome costume disguise stuff, all ready for any quick change the two of them might need.

"He'll never know it's us, don't worry."

Priestly hadn't even noticed they were there, in fact. Tourists in big hats were somewhat less common at night than in the middle of the day, but they definitely weren't unheard of, and locals like him and Tish had long since gotten used to them.

"Two?" the hostess asked, giving Tish and Priestly a bright smile, and not even blinking at the height of Priestly's blue mohawk. "Right this way."

As she led them to their table, Tish, still holding Priestly's hand, leaned in to playfully bump his shoulder. "See? I told you."

"Man," Priestly said. "I usually at least get a double take. You warned them ahead of time, didn't you?"

"I'll never reveal my secrets."

Karla was also in a brown wig, courtesy of Momoko. She was very impressed with Momo's disguise bag, it was true.

She snorted and rolled her eyes. "Of course he won't notice us. He'd have to stop looking at Dippy McNotDinah and actually see his surroundings to do that."

Look at them! Holding their hands like that! It was disgusting.

Ugh! Momoko set her sunglasses firmly back on. "What does he even see in her? She's so... so..." Not!Dinah "Normal!" Totally worse.

"Can you hear what they're saying?"

The conversation was absolutely scintillating.

"Are you sure you can afford this?" Priestly asked, looking over the menu.

"Shut up and pick an appetizer, Boaz," Tish said. "The carrot ginger soup looks good.

"Yes'm," Priestly answered with a grin. "The abalone sounds pretty good."

"Oo, what's that?"

"Snails."

". . . I'm sticking with my soup."

Karla wrinkled her nose, glancing over at Priestly and...her. Because looking at them was super-subtle, of course!

"Snails," she said. "They're talking about snails. And soup."

COULD SHE BE ANY MORE BORING?!?

"SNAIL SOUP???" Ew ew ew ew ew!

Okay, that was hard to miss. Priestly looked over in the direction of the shout, frowning.

"See?" Tish said. "That person agrees with me."

"Heathens," Priestly snorted. "I'm so going to get you to try some abalone pizza sometime."

NOTHING TO SEE HERE! JUST TWO BRUNETTES IN GIANT HATS! TOTALLY NOT MOMOKO OR KARLA!

"SHHHHH!" Karla hissed, waving frantically at Momoko. "They'll hear you!"

That was one really loud whisper, Karla.

Yep! Just two normal people enjoying a California night!
Momoko ducked her head quickly, casually running her hand along the side of her sunglasses (HEY! It was a very bright evening, okay?)

"Then stop saying totally gross things!" Hissed the girl who ate fried octopus as a snack.

The two had definitely now grabbed Priestly's attention -- he'd mentally dubbed them the Hat Whisperer and Shades of Noir -- but he was of the school of thought that it was rude to pay more attention to two people at another table than to one's date, so he tried to ignore them.

It was hard when one's date was so amused by the two people at the other table. "I think we have fans," she said. "Must be the mohawk."

"Or we're just that hot," Priestly decided, flashing her a broad grin.

"Don't you eat tentacles and suckers?" Karla protested, because that obviously needed to be pointed out. "You can't flail around about snailes and attract all the attention ever when you eat tentacles!"

This argument was to...establish their cover. Yes. See how they're not even paying attention to the couple across the way? So just continue your date, nothing to see here!

...Except, you know, an argument about tentacles. Ew.

Tentacles and... AH! "Octopus and squid?" TOTALLY for cover, yes. Totally. "Not the same thing at all!" For one thing, not gross! Momoko harrumphed at Karla. She was totally going to make the younger girl eat some now.

"And I am not attracting all the attention! I am trying to pay attention. You keep talking about gross stuff."

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Tish leaned forward, setting her menu to one side. People-watching was one of her favorite activities. "What do you think?" she asked Priestly. "My money's on first date."

Priestly tilted his head, trying to subtly look over at them. "I don't know," he mused. "That doesn't explain the hats."

Mother Night, Priestly! The hats were awesome and also completely stealthy.

"Right," Karla drawled, "because octopus and squid are any less slimy and gross than snails." Commence epic eyeroll. "They're also all bulbous and tentacle-y." She waggled her fingers in front of her mouth and stuck out her tongue at the same time.

She made a very charming picture. Really.

He was just jealous because his date was so boring and stupid.

Momoko eyerolled- not that you could see, but it was totally in her voice. "Oh that's so like an octopus. Have you even seen one?"

"See? That is totally a lover's spat right there," Tish said. She frowned. "Wait. Is that -- is that Piper?!"

Priestly's eyes narrowed as he looked closer, then widened. Then squeezed shut as he ran his hand down his face. "No. No I think that's probably Karla."

". . . You friend with the unicorn fetish?"

"Of course I've seen an octopus!" Karla snapped. "Don't you remember the school trip to the--umm..." Maybe they shouldn't have been talking so loud?

Because now everyone else was looking at them. And Priestly looked like he was facepalming. Or maybe he had a headache.

Oooh! That would be good.

"Pssst!" Because, yes. She obviously had to hiss to get Momoko's attention. "Does Priestly look like he's in pain? Maybe Trish is giving him indigestion!"

See? They were whispering now. Totally stealthy.

"Wait, what? Have they even ordered? I totally didn't see them order," Momoko hissed back, taking a moment to lower her glasses and glare questioningly at the table next to them ~ What are you looking at? "I wanted to take notes on what she eats! You know, to compare."

"Wait, if that's Karla, who's her girlfriend?" Tish was leaning forward and peering back, now, also whispering.

Priestly looked over again. "Uhhh. Momoko? I think." Then she lifted the glasses. "Yep. That's Momoko."

"Dinah's cop friend?"

"Dinah's and mine, yeah."

"Uh-oh."

Priestly was looking directly at them right now. And not that casual kind of looking, the way you did when you were waiting to order. But looking-looking.

"I think he may have spotted us. Abort! Abort!"

And they hadn't even gotten their breadsticks, yet!

Momoko turned back to the table she was supposed to be watching... "EH?!" She shoved her glasses back on and reached for the brim of her hat, pulling it back towards her face. "Oh no! Quick! Plan B! Go!"

She was totally glad she'd packed some chocolate buns in her disguise bag. "Bathroom?"

"Are your friends actually spying on us?" Tish asked.

Priestly was definitely facepalming now. "I have no idea. It would explain the hats."

Of course they weren't spying! They just happened to be here! Having dinner! With giant hats and wigs!

Shut up, Tessa!

Karla nodded frantically, then got up and bolted for the ladies' room. "Don't eat the snails!" she yelled as she ran, holding her hand over her mouth like she was about to be ill.

See? Now they had a reason to be running! A good cover was in the details.

The waiter bringing their breadsticks and sodas looked very confused as she dashed by.

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