Priestly's apartment in New Gotham, Sunday night

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Momo's Valentine's Day flowers had been received and enjoyed. Mostly by the excitable red panda who stuck his snout into the blooms and then proceeded to spread their pollen all over the apartment.

Which would explain -- eventually -- how Priestly and his pansexual, polyromantic roommate Tia ended up on the couch, splitting a bottle of rum and a fair amount of spit while they waited for Dinah and her drunk friends to arrive.

Also, that pillow Stevesie had claimed was never going to be the same again.

[ooc: for the ones invited, or phone calls, etc.]

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There was a knock, knock, knocking at the door. And some singing.

"Biting at the bit
Swing at every pitch
Coach put me in like
Forget the bull in the china shop
There's a china doll in the bullpen-- Prriiiiiiestlyyy. OPEN UP!"

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"Coming!" Priestly called.

"Not yet, I hope," Tia said with a smirk. Priestly laughed harder than the joke was worth and made his way over to the door.

His shirt was a bit more rumpled than "sitting on the couch watching movies" would usually cause, and he had lipstick smeared on his cheek.

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Dinah tumbled in the door, champagne in one hand and purse in the other, smack into Priestly. "You smell nice," she informed him, a little muffled against his shoulder. Pushing back she said, "Oooo. Lipstick. Is that Berry Me?"

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"Venom," Tia said, waving from her spot on the couch. "Urban Decay."

"Is it my color?" Priestly asked, automatically clinging to Dinah and holding her up. "I'm not good at lipstick shades."

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"Hmmmmmm." Dinah got real close to study it, then staggered back a bit to head for Tia and the couch. "I think you need something with more coral in it, maybe? Don't you have make-ups for Sentience yet? Not that you need it. Stupid pretty lips boy. Hi Tia!" Dinah beamed at her, and waved back with the hand holding champagne. "I won a bottle offa guy!"

Three, two, one... "...Did I interrupt makeouts? Awwwwwww."

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"Hi Dinah!" Tia said. "Would you rather join make outs instead?"

"Nope!" Priestly said. "She's drunk! That's a consensus issue. Consent. Thing."

"We're drunk, too," Tia pointed out.

". . . We should maybe all take a cold shower."

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"Together?" Look, the conclusion was there to be jumped to. Or, well, stepped into. Dinah was wearing the boots for it.

"And yiss I want kisses, I wasn't gonna ask, but if they're on offer then yup, and I know Priestly's a good kisser but you don't mind? You're sure?" Hmmmm. "Everybody's sexy on Valentine's Day."

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"I would argue that's because everybody's sexy all the time," Tia said.

"How big is our shower?" Priestly asked.

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Dinah swayed a little bit, and blinked at him. "It's your shower, dude. I've never used it. Tia?" She clambered very clumsily over the couch and shucked off her leather jacket. "Ooooo, chocolate. My favorite, yiss. Well. Chocolate and kisses. Chocolate kisses?"

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"I didn't see any hersheys," Tia said apologetically. She sorted through the pile of chocolates on the coffee table. "Sorry."

"Hersheys is no good. I got the good chocolates. Giaradells or swhatever. And Cadbunnys."

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"Kisses flavored with chocolate? Ooo!" Dinah started rummaging in her purse. "I have chocolate-minty lip gel!... I want some Ghiradelli please and thank you. C'mere, Priestly. I gotta put lip gel on you."

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"You just want an excuse to stare at my lips," Priestly said.

He was not objecting, mind you.

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"I don't need an excuse," Dinah said in her loftiest tones. "'Cause... everybody does. Back me up here, Tia." She leaned forward, lip-gel tube at the ready. "Pucker up, buttercup."

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"Looking's not really my thing," Tia said, grinning. "I'm more of a tactile learner."

"You got to tactile my lips already tonight," Priestly said, and puckered up obediently.

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"Priestly's a really good kisser though," Dinah said, smearing sparkly chocolate-mint gloss on his mouth. "But you know that, 'cause you put Venom on him." She kissed his cheek, leaving a sloppy imprint of Crimson Glory. "Now kiss!" She gestured at Tia to come closer.

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"Dinah," Priestly said again, full of regret. "You're drunk, honey."

"So no going past first base," Tia said. "That's the drunk rule. Make outs but nothing under the shirt or below the belt."

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"Awww, but we've done more before!... well, we weren't us, but... Wait." It filtered through Dinah's drunk brain that Tia was saying kiss the guy and she brightened back up. "Kissing!" She popped a chocolate in her mouth and chewed it up, saying indistinctly. "Tia, kiss? Watch Priestly, if I can kiss Tia, I can kiss you!"

Champagne logic at its finest.