lovemykilt | Loft above Luke's, Sunday evening after the fans leave

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Loft above Luke's, Sunday evening after the fans leave

As the fans' power sources were removed and they were escorted off the island, the slew of machines going *PING!* in Priestly's apartment vanished without a trace. Priestly's shirt reappeared, and his ~~comma~~ coma lapsed into regular sleep.

Up to and including Priestly's usual faint snuffling and mumbling, and him rolling over to snuggle deeper into his pillow.

Really, he'd always preferred sleeping on his stomach or side.

[ooc: BDE wrap up BDE wrap up, let's finish our giant plot dears. BDE wrap up BDE wrap up, 'cause now the aftermath's here! Expecting one, but open for anyone else who's up and has a reason to show up.]

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Dinah gaped as the machines disappeared, but before she had a chance to panic, Priestly was rolling over and doing his little snort-snore thing.

She might have started giggling hysterically.

Well, that was rude, he was trying to sleep here! Priestly snorted harder and grumbled into the pillow, before blinking his eyes open.

He blinked sleepily over his shoulder at her. "Dinah? Why're you watchin' me sleep?"

Give him a moment, it'd all come back.

"You-- because you--" Okay, that was enough to make her pick up a pillow and whap him with it. "Dude, how many times are you going to do this?!"

Priestly scowled at the thwapping. "What? I didn't do anything! I just. . . ." He trailed off as he thought back over the course of the last few days. He let out a teeny little wail and slowly tried to escape under the covers.

Whap! Whap! Whap. Whap?

Dinah collapsed on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "You can't hide under there forever, dude." Panting for breath, she propped herself up to stare at where his head would be under the covers. "Are you okay?" And if you're not, she's really sorry about the whapping.

"No," Priestly said, rather piteously, really, even when muffled by his blanket. "I'm not okay, I'm a horrible person."

Dinah sighed. Then crawled up the bed to start tugging on the sheet. "You are not a horrible person. And if I'd been less weird, I would've called you on being crazy sooner."

Priestly pulled the blanket down just far enough to peer at her over the edge. "I called you 'babe'. Repeatedly. I said Jak was a 'pussy' for not wanting to fight me. I made Dean cry, and April crush my balls."

He may never come out from under those covers again.

Any lingering genuine hurt Dinah had over some of his comments was quickly being erased at that reaction. "She did? Holy... And he did? I mean..." Gaaah! "That person you were being had it coming, but you didn't, because I know you, and you would not say that crap."

The covers crept back up over Priestly's head. "I don't even know why I was saying it! Like, as I was saying it, I didn't know why! I just randomly turned into a raging douchebag!"

"You were also in a random coma after a seizure until two minutes ago," Dinah pointed out, hugging him through the covers. "Not. You." But yeah, had to be massively upsetting.

"Wait, what?" Priestly peeked out again. "I just remember getting a headache."

And then blacking out.

"Was it because I wouldn't wear a shirt? Was it some shirtlessness disease?"

Dinah was laughing again, even if it was a bit strained. "Noooo, I think it was... I dunno, some way to increase drama between me and that girl you were talking to. Or me and Jak.... Jak."

Aaaaack!

"... but yeah, you had a massive seizure and then passed out..." She frowned. "And then we were here. Okay, that's even weirder. Why weren't you in the Clinic?"

Don't look for the logic, Dinah.

"Maybe they don't take assholes?" Priestly groaned. "How did no one punch me in the face? I was practically asking for repeated punches in the face."

Dean had threatened everything Priestly held dear.

"I am going to have to apologize to so many people."

"Yeeeeeah." Because even knowing it was random island crazy, he had a been a massive, massive jerk. "But. Pretty sure they'll forgive you right after that." Dinah sighed. "I'm really, really glad you're okay." But she wasn't apologizing for the pillow-fighting. Nope.

Priesty would hold still for her to hit him even more, if she felt the need. "What the hell was that? I mean, that wasn't even soap opera cliches. Soap operas make more sense than that."

"I got here when you did." Dinah flopped next to him, and stared up at the ceiling. "I called Momoko and she tried to talk sense into me, and I wasn't even hearing it. Who does that?" She sighed, then whapped him with another pillow. Just because.

Priestly accepted the whapping as his due. "You weren't . . . the heir of a dry cleaning dynasty, were you? Except that even that made more sense than this."

Something occurred to him. "Is my kilt okay? It was practically a miniskirt towards the end of . . . whatever day that was."

Dinah started giggling again. "You were nearly flashing people, I don't know how you didn't when you fell down..." Cue hug. Because that was not a fun memory. "And Momoko asked me the same thing! No, I was just-- showing really poor judgment and no spine and what the hell do I say to Jak?" More hugging, but a bit more for Dinah's benefit this time.

"What was he even doing back?" Not that Priestly didn't care about the guy, but . . . well, honestly, he kind of forgot about him. Sorry Jak. "I mean, he hasn't been here in years."

"I don't even know! We talked on Friday night, but it never even came up. He was just back. And wanting another chance. And..." Dinah frowned. "You know, my memory goes fuzzy after that. I think we just made out." She poked at him. "What was with you and that girl I saw? Baby-daddy?"

"I told her whatever I thought she wanted to hear to get in her pants." Priestly covered his face with his hands. "I think she's a student. I'm a terrible person."

"Whoa." Okay, Priestly definitely had it worse. "I... Uh. At least nothing actually happened? Right?" And another poke. "You are not a terrible person. You were someone else who is a terrible person, but they're gone. Yaaaay."

"I feel so dirty," Priestly groaned. "Also, who the fuck goes running wearing only a kilt?"

"Scotsmen?" Don't giggle. "Um. Berserkers?... sexy badasses?"

Okay, that was a lot of giggling now.

"Assholes," Priestly concluded. "That either requires epic abilities to handle chaffing and . . . flopping . . . or absolutely no foresight or knowledge of human anatomy."

Hey, wait a minute, there was something to that. If Priestly could just put his finger on it. . . .

"Owie!" And snicker. Dinah sat back up, next to him, petting Priestly's hair. "There was other random craziness, I guess, from what the Radio said... something about astronauts and cavemen?"

"Astronauts would totally win," Priestly said idly. "Superior technology." He shook his head. "Unless they were all turned into douchebags, too. Was anyone else turned into a douchebag? Or should I just let the whole island line up to punch me in the face?"

"Um, I think there were some badly-thought-out hook-ups, and some random mooning over people in the coffee shops. So no. Cut it out. It sucks. But it was *not* your fault. " Dinah frowned. "And who the heck was that chick who wanted you to sign her boobs? Not cool, damnit."

"She was a fan," Priestly said. He knew that much, anyway. "She and some of her friends apparently watch us as a tv show in some universe? This one was talking about how she shipped me and Dean or me and the mayor, and -- FUCK."

Priestly beat his head into his pillow.

There it was.

"A fan? A TV show? The hell? Stop that!" Swear to Heaven, Priestly, she was gonna start tickling you. "... you and the mayor?" What?

"Fanfic," Priestly said. "Fucking fanfic."

Dinah's jaw dropped. She made fish-faces for a second. "Nuh-unh!"

"Sometimes, when a fanfic writer really wants to hook up Lt. Tawny and Tech Sergeant Fred, they turn Taggert into a raging asshole. I mean, it's not hard, because Taggert kind of already is an asshole, but still, that way, no one argues when Tawny dumps him for sweet, kind, stoner Fred."

Which . . . did that mean that shippers of whatever the fuck TV show was modeled on Fandom already thought of Priestly and Dinah as a foregone conclusion?

Goddammit.

Dinah's forays into fanfic had been of the 'erotica' version, and a few longer epics that had to do with superheroes. Nothing of this genre. And now she was glad of it.

Spluttering, she said, "But that's, that's, -- I don't even know what that is, except pathetic! And... oh my god, someone out there wants me back together with Jak?" Or thought she was already with Priestly? Meep.

"I don't know how the hell they would do it, but if the trope fits. . . ." He shook his head. He was getting a headache again. "I always hated those fics."

Dinah tried to process all that, and realized that the whole astronauts vs. cavemen thing was an internet trope too. "Nnnngh." She rubbed at her eyes and then looked at Priestly. "Drinking. So. Much. Drinking."

"The world's hottest shower," Priestly said. "And drinking."

"Fair." Dinah looked thoughtful. "We're good, though, right?"

Usually she wouldn't even have to ask, but. God, this had been a weird one. And she was pretty sure Priestly wouldn't be able to bring himself to ask.

"Dunno," Priestly said. "Do you need to beat me over the head with a pillow some more. Or punch me in the face."

A beat.

"Please punch me in the face."

Dinah snorted, and grabbed his jaw, shaking it from side to side. "This face? How could I hurt this face?... well, I could if Dean were attached to it, 'cause sometimes he needs smacking. But I think we missed our window of asshole-ish opportunity there, champ." She booped his nose. "We're good."

Make it so!

Priestly pouted at her. Which was really just further proof that the event was over, because if it were still going it, it'd be a sexy manly scowl.

Dinah pouted mockingly back, and bounced off the bed. "Go shower. I'll start the mojitos and guacamole."

"Can't I just have an entire bottle of liquor?" Priestly requested. He was tempted to pull the covers up over his head again. "And possibly a copy of the Feminine Mystique."

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