Room 211, Tuesday night

[lovemykilt]

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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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"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!"

[lovemykilt]

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

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"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."

[lovemykilt]

"Water? You've had one drink." Priestly finished his, and patted her on the back. "Lemme get you more rum."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"'kay!" Dinah smiled and pinged her glass with a fingernail. "But you did, didn't you? She's going with you, right?"

[lovemykilt]

"Yes, and yes. She's wearing a suit and I'm gonna wear my kilt."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Cool!" Dinah grinned and bounced, looking thrilled. "I'm going shopping for a dress tomorrow, with a lot of other girls. Tony and I are going together, as buds. But I like your kilt, yay! I'm glad you're wearing it."

[lovemykilt]

"You didn't wanna go with a guy as, like, a couple?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Noooobody asked." Dinah shrugged. "And Merlin has to make it up to Francine for being old and wearing a weird hat last weekend, and besides he likes her... and Cal has Claire and she's cool... and you've got Claudia, and..." Not getting into Leto, nope. "Sooo, buds! It'll be fun!"

[lovemykilt]

"Well, I'd tell you to ask Edward, but I totally already told him to ask Adora."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Dinah said, a little sad. "I figured he was gonna ask her out again, if the date went well. Ohh!" She slapped her head. "I was supposed to find him and ask him about that this weekend! Did he tell you, did it go okay?" She gave the glass a significant look.

[lovemykilt]

"We totally didn't talk about the weekend."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I'll have to ask him how his date went, and how his weekend went, when I see him. We were too busy wrecking an ice rink at the theatre for me to get to the diner today."

[lovemykilt]

"Wrecking an ice rink?"

That was a new one on Priestly. He down about half his second mojito.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah took a big sip of hers, humming along with the music. "Geoffrey the director. Is nuts. But this weekend? He kind of went full-bore and built a giant air hockey rink only with ice. In the theater."

She said that with the air of someone discovering the Mt. Everest of crazy: satisfied, and smug.

[lovemykilt]

"And I missed it? Man, that musta been fun. I totally need to think of something crazy like that to do."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"You do!" Dinah sipped her drink, and tilted her head, studying him. "Can you do something with the cheerleading team? How is that going? I cheered for you cheering last week, but I didn't stay for the whole thing."

[lovemykilt]

"Cheering on the cheerleaders who cheer for themselves. Man, I love it." He shook his head. "But, nah. It's gotta be something I do, you know? Make my first mark on the school or something."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"You already introduced them to Edward, the kissy prince," Dinah said, giggling and taking another slug of her mojito. "That's a good start." She beamed at him. "And you have the best hair!"

Some of that alcohol may be hitting the lightweight's system now.

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah. Yeah, okay, but I can't just -- live vicariously through Edward, right?" Priestly was apparently a philosophical drunk, tonight. He finished his mojito and went for another.

Well, more rum, anyway.

"It's gotta be me. Live -- live up to my hair."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"You do!" Dinah toasted him, and finished her second drink. "Mmmm. Taaasty. And oo, I can't feel my nose. That's fun." She snickered. "You, you gotta sing your song. You know? More, please."

Still well-mannered, at least.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly poured some rum into her cup. He might be forgetting the rest of the mojito part.

"Sing my own song. I should -- I should totally start a rollerderby league. A singing rollerderby league."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"You can! You can sing! On your blades!" Dinah saluted him and then took a swift gulp, choking a little, then humming as she drank more. "Where, where would you put that?" She looked thoughtful. "In towwwn?"

[lovemykilt]

"Need a rink. Like the gym floor. Only, you know . . . rinky. Do you sing?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I do! I don't sing like Edward. But I sing." She took a breath, "~I love the mountains, and the clear blue skies...!~"

And that would be Mojito fixings and Rum #3 going down the hatch.