Room 211, Tuesday night

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Priestly was all set up for a good night of relaxing drinking with Dinah. He had the booze, some snacks, and his computer set up for some tunes.

And this time, he didn't have to worry about the other person binging too much and then spending the evening madly kissing all the girls he could talk into it.

Well, he hoped.

[ooc: for Dinah, but also open.]

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Dinah knocked on the door, hands full of Evian bottles. Somebody didn't want a hangover. "Priestly! It's me! Here to be inebriated!"

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Priestly opened the door. "Say it a little louder, why doncha." He waved her in. "So, what's your poison?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Not beer. And I think not tequila?" Dinah said, putting down the water bottles, and giving him a cheerful smirk. "Whatever tastes okay and gets the job done. I so didn't get to do this at home."

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"Rum," Priestly decided. "I could probably make some mohitos or something."

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"Coooool. Did you just buy this stuff from Caritas? And did you know that when you hit someone there, you teleport?"

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"Nope," Priestly said, not going into where he actually got it. "And, uh, really also no. Seriously?"

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"Seriously! When I was, uh, her? She tried to grab a criminal in Caritas." Dinah sat down on the floor, on the theory that she wouldn't fall down if it *really* got to drinking time later. "And both she and the supervillainess in the cat-suit ended up in the pond out in the middle of town."

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"So, wait, the person you hit teleports, too?"

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Dinah did a little pantomime in the air, trying to remember how that happened, and said, "I think maybe she tried to hit back. Or I had a grip on her. It was very confusing," she admitted sheepishly. She peeked up to see what he was doing. "Just bamf! SPLASH!"

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"Man. That's crazy. Does it happen every time?"

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"I don't know. We could test it?" Dinah said, maybe a little too hopefully.

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"By what?" Priestly finished mixing up a mohito and held it out. "Going over there and hitting each other?"

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"Well, or find someone who wants to hit us. I don't mind ending up in the pond if it's warm out." Dinah accepted the mojito with glee and took a careful sip. "Ooo. I like that!" Aaaand another big sip.

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"Go a little easy, there's a lot of rum in there." Priestly thought about this. "I don't know, I mean, that's still a lot of hitting people. Hey, maybe Arthur'll be there and I can hit him?"

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Dinah slowed down a little bit, trying to hold the glass elegantly. Or not-dorkily. "Heh. You could try?" She looked wistful. "He'd probably see you coming, and then try to hit you, then end up in the pond!" Her voice rose at the end to show how much she liked this idea. Another sip. "He's teaching me stuff. He just has to be snarked at and told he's a prat sometimes."

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"So he's not being too much of a dick?"

It should be noted that Priestly had actually never met Arthur.

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"He's... he's...." Dinah realized that Priestly might actually get one of her comparisons, unlike Merlin, and said, "He's like that coach who *is* a jerk, but he makes sure you win when you really want to win? For you, not the team. And he'd take you home if no one showed up at the game and make sure you were okay if you got hurt. He's mostly just a prat on Wednesdays, when he's drunk with power on the Radio." Another big sip of her drink.

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Priestly had actually had a coach like that, back in junior high. He considered this while sipping his own drink. "Huh. Okay, so maybe I won't hit him on sight, then."

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"Yeah!" Dinah toasted that, and then took another big slurp of her mojito. "So, okay, who do I have to hit for you? Now that you and Claudia are okay?"

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"How 'bout Malcolm, if he ever comes back? A knock on the head might do him some good. . . ."

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"Nooo," Dinah said, finishing her drink, then holding out her glass for another. "He was so harmless! How could I hit a preppy fluffy you?"

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Priestly closed his eyes and groaned. "No, please. How could you not hit preppy fluffy me?"

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"Because I don't hit puppies!" Dinah protested. She made a face. "And it wasn't really you at all! You were never ever that dumb!"

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"Do you have any idea how many people just assumed I was?" Priestly groaned. "God, it was like my worst nightmare come true."

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"Awwwww," Dinah put her glass down, and gave him a hug. The alcohol had nothing to do with it. "But you're you again! And Claudia likes you again! And, and, did you ask her to the dance?" She gave the mojito mixings a hopeful look. "Ooo, must drink water."